Keep your eye on the ball By Lucca
My youngest grandson, my little sunshine (who is no longer very little), and his big brother, the future anthropologist, are here for their yearly vacation in Israel. On Tuesday evening both disappeared happily to watch a live soccer game. Soccer in Israel is more exciting than soccer in the US, I suppose. Although I like and appreciate most kinds of sports, my brain seems to be locked against everything that has to do with a ball. However, since my 3 grandsons have this inborn passion for soccer, I am trying my best to get involved. It seems that my best isn't good enough. Many years ago in California, when we were all on our way to a soccer game where one of my grandsons was supposed to excel, I asked Omri to finally explain the rules to me. He did so, and in great detail. But he must have seen that glazed look in my eyes which is a sure sign that means the listener has moved to another planet. He gave a great sigh and said, "Grandma, never mind. If you hear people cheer, just cheer along!" My first day at the Towers
I sit with my friend Sarah in the cafeteria of the Elisha Towers. She seriously considers to move into the Towers, having lost her husband one year ago and both her sons living and working abroad. "It's such a difficult decision", she says, "how did you do it? Tell me about your first day here, how did you arrange everything, how long did it last, who helped you?" I smiled remembering my first day in the Towers. Swimming, Women's day and currencies
Spring is here and I renew my flirtation with the swimming pool. I did not step into it during our last, unusually cold winter: it's not that the pool is not heated, it is very well heated, but getting out of it, and running to the shower, I always shiver so badly that the short swim is hardly worth it. So no pool until now that spring is here. I sat a bit with our lifeguard. He is a big man, and wears his trunks and T-shirt all throughout the year, December as well as August. Incidentally, I have never seen him in the pool, I've never even seen him slightly wet. So we talked a bit. "Listen, Yoram" I told him, "you know that I am really not a good swimmer. There was that swimming instructor who watched me once and said: Lady you can't sink - but you can't swim either! So my question is what happens if I feel that I am drowning? Will you jump in and save me?" |
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