A challenging day for working out

We had a lively New Year's Party which started at 7:30 and ended around 10, exactly at the time when other people start to celebrate. It's just that at this time of our lives we should avoid too much food in the evening and we should remember that we don't need much alcohol to get tipsy, just a bit of wine can make us long for our beds.

Nevertheless the short party was fun, Nehama turned out to be a perfect arranger of games, and poor Hanni sat exhausted in a corner, she had done all the preparations. "I don't even have enough energy for a New Year's speech!" she claimed.

 I usually avoid getting into arguments and fights unless it is for a worthwhile cause. Who decides what is a worthwhile cause and what isn't? I myself of course, but my decisions are such that in the end I am sure that nothing is worth the aggravation. Not so last week, one day at the gym. There is one man who always wants to watch soccer or basket ball or any other sport on TV while walking the treadmill.

Ushering in the New Year

I switched on my TV in order to watch "Desperate Housewives" on the Star World Channel. There were no desperate housewives, just one desperate grandmother: ME! I sat there, facing the TV screen and all I saw were green cubes, a broken picture and strange, colorful fragments. No sound either.

So I called the cable company. A young man appeared the next day. He moved the TV set, he moved my new and shiny computer, he turned the printer around and he finally stood still, looking at the countless wires leading from somewhere to somewhere. He gently scratched his head in quiet despair.

"I never saw so many wires all in the same place!", he finally said. As if I wouldn't know. Those wires are more or less the cause of my renewed connection with God.

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