Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Pass me another Pie

After tonight, I will have officially been to more Jewish weddings than non-Jewish weddings in my lifetime. Pretty humorous ey? By the time I was born all my relatives we're old enough to be married and by the time I left the states, we were all still too young to get married & whoever got married in the last year, at the age we are old enough to get married, well- i'm in Israel and did not attend the wedding.
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I caught myself this morning humming "Ny Ny Nynyny Ny Ny Ny Nyyyyyy" over and over again as I washed the dishes.
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Then I pogo danced to the bathroom to brush my teeth.
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Sometimes "Mazal Tov" just seeps out of me for not good reason other than habit.
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I haven't had less than a three course meal all week.
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I have accumulated a small collection of benchers. Which makes me feel like a true Jewess.
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Ahhh August. Month of the Lion, you're roaring many ceremonies and belly's swollen from dessert!

Tuesday, August 28, 2007

Weddings

The Number one sign you know you are at a wedding in Israel:
The cameraman packs some steel.

Monday, August 20, 2007

La Dee Dah

I woke up at 6 a.m this morning, and picked up the child, who stirred herself awake from sleep. A night spent in the company of a cool home and child watching. It's heart warming to sit on the couch so early in the morning, before the sun spread itself across the neighborhood. Babies are so crisp in the morning. "Sue .....C" I play out the sounds with my mouth. She watches intently with a big grin. "Sssssssss Seeeeeeeee" she giggles.
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"Woot Woot" I grin to myself, she gets it.
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I park my car in Tel Aviv, and walk a few blocks to my home. I forgot people are up this early. An elderly woman walks out of her apartment. Her dyed, ginger hair- combed tightly into a pony tail. Waves of thin fabric follow her and she picks a flower from the bush. I am parallel to her, across the street and she doesn't notice me. She smells the flower and traces it with her fingertips.
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My dad was always the person that made assumptions about everything. If he was walking with me he'd comment with something cheeky: "she's meeting her dead husbands best friend, who she has been seeing for coffee every Monday morning for 15 years." or "She looks like she's wearing mom's tablecloth". Which would always constitute an eye roll from me.
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Then he would chuckle and fart and blame it on me.

Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Maybe it was the multi vitamins?

I hadn't dream t of my father in a year and a half. Perhaps it was the multi vitamins I swallowed before I climbed into bed. Maybe all the missing paid off. I didn't even see him in my dream, I simply called him up. "Dad, I think it's time i started investing, I'd like your blessing" I told him. He asked what I intended, I told him about some new neighborhood being developed in Israel, how I think it would be good to buy a home." In this dream I'm in someone's kitchen. it's overlooking what looks like Moddiin, but it's not. My father gives his blessing as I hang up the phone. I pull a cake out of the oven, it cracks, Bacon seeps out of it, I jump back disgusted. Confused how bacon got here in the first place.
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After that dream I woke up and recalled it. A little warmed by the dream giving me the ability to hear my father's voice again.
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I went back to sleep. I don't know as what my soul and mind are doing to my heart, but early this morning I dream t of Tsiki as well. It was a crowded place, by the sea. There were many small children around, wrestling one another, I picked up a small boy and carried him on my hip. I walk into a shed-like hallway and the boy on my hip breaks out into a giggly laugh. I look to see what he's looking at and Tsiki is sitting at a desk working on something.
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I rush through the crowd and touch his face. "A dream again." I sigh when I speak to him." I trace my fingers on his face as he is concentrating on whatever project he's working on.
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"How can you act like these dreams aren't weird!" I raise my voice to him and grab his shoulder. "As if this is normal!! It's not, these dreams aren't normal!! You don't even care!". He stops from his project and looks up at me. "It was hard for me to leave Susi, no- these dreams aren't normal, but they happen."
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"And then you vanish from these dreams. When I wake up, I have a life now, I have to cope with the days, I know how to love again too". I finish. "I know Susi, I know" He looks at me and then it's all gone. And I'm standing in an Embassy. With a bag of popcorn, awaiting my Israeli citizenship.
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I'll have a frog in my throat all day from these dreams.

Tuesday, August 14, 2007

To the thief who stole my bike!!!!!!

Hey. You.
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You Piece of SLIME!
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You can't do that. Just take someone's property like that. Bikes don't grow on trees. I had to save my hard earned cash for that bike.
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That bike was my life. I can't function without my bike. She goes with me everywhere. You see, I have bad knees, the only way I can cope without knee problems in this city was with a bike.
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You see? I am fuming so good right now I can't even put together a hate post.
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I hate you. You thief. If I had the opportunity to catch you, I would have sliced your balls right off of you. With my Kung Fu skills.
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That's right.

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Susi Bonez

I spent a few hours this evening volunteering for the Taglit Birthright Israel Mega event. I was at the booth encouraging young Americans to swab their mouths to register for the Gift of life Bone Marrow registry. The few hours spent at the event resonated with me. Mostly because I haven't interacted with 18-22 year old's in quite sometime, also: I never realized that such a cause would be such a challenge to convince the younger generation to participate in.
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Granted, a plethora of them happily swabbed their mouths and filled out the information. I packed away their files in a cardboard box. After about an hour, I grabbed a few clipboards and tried to rope them in.
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One 20 year old American male tried to give me a talk. 'listen, dedicating yourself to bone marrow donation is a scary thing, people are afraid of needles, people are afraid of the procedure.'
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I put my hand on his shoulder. 'your argument works, but let's get real'. I started... then I realized this kid is some American Jewish kid that most likely hasn't paid his own rent yet. I just said thank you and walked away.
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As much as there were numerous cats who happily filled out their applications, there were a handful of kids that were still living off the high of being young and innocent. The last leg of their trip to Israel, they had alcohol on their breath and apparently not enough time to dedicate a moment to an excellent cause. I was simply fascinated.. and a bit sentimental- ein kleine reminder of back in the day.
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These kids believe that nothing will happen to them. They have no projection skills on life and what their DNA can hold for someone else. Or the infinite possibilities of what tomorrow will hold. They don't walk on the eggshells of life, grateful for their innocence. who does? I didn't at that age.
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I am such a Peace Corps kid when it comes to this. I can't get over it, I feel a bit sulky right now, that a teenager would be more worried about the procedure than about what the procedure means to someone in their community.
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It was in part that they were just kids. It was also that I couldn't get them to relate to me. I realized one dire fact: if I'm wearing a long skirt and cardigan those kids have no relation to me. If I flashed my ink and a bit of arrogance, I have no doubt they would have paid attention a little more.
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That's weird. but actually, very true.
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My favorite quote of the night: 'you don't look 27'
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Me: What does a 27 year old look like?
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Them: 'OLD!!!!!!!!!!'
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hmph.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

This little heart of mine.

"The heart is not always open to receive things. One must layer all the goodness on it, inevitably it will soak it in."
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I learned that quote in my Shiur last night. It resonated with me. It kind of goes with the "go with the flow", "Jump right in" philosophies.
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The quote swam in my mind the entire evening. Allowed me to reflect on the entire reasoning behind why Israel chose me, and ultimately why I chose her.
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Upon arrival, I layered many things on my heart. Which was cemented shut for quite some time. A constant need to move forward from the tragedies - a constant need to layer beautiful things on top to open it up. I'm sure in my sleep- when my heart would be relaxed and unaware, something would sleep inside of it, filling out the corners and gave it a hearty beat.
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I began by taking things hour by hour. Then morning by morning. Then week by week, and next thing you know, so many things seeped inside and It's two years later- and I am only a month or so away from accomplishing my Aaliyah.
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I'll put that quote in my pocket and take it with me wherever I go.

Tuesday, August 07, 2007

Insomnia

I can't get my noggin' to sleep.
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  • My mind thinks about my bike. How I broke the key and it's locked shut outside. How clever the thieves in Tel Aviv are, maybe if I stay up long enough I can ask them to kindly unlock my bike so I can utilize it tomorrow, as I'm no good at being a thief myself. Unless it's 1994 again and I'm doing low-end hacking again.
  • I am also pretty smug about the fact that I officially know enough people in Tel Aviv that I can find a free parking space for my temporary auto. The current protexia goes to my Schindler's list friend, Jean. "Jean, klein problem: ich have ein auto fuer die nachste paar woche und brauche dein parkplatz. Efshar?" ...I realize I am getting older when I feel that I've won the lottery by finding a free temporary parking space.
  • I also feel the heat has broken in this lovely beach town. But I believe just as much that it's just my optimism tickling my soul and the only time I'll feel the true coolness is by spreading mint-infused baby powder on my body and standing spread eagle in front of a fan. (something I learned in Thailand).
  • I am still fascinated how Israeli women like their love handles to flow out from their jeans not be bothered by it. Classy.
  • My new apartment has a small patio. We're on the second floor and I spend my days people watching. There are a lot of French people in the area, therefore, a lot of high heels and shiny bodies.
  • I realized for the first time in the history of being the Ginrod, that I haven't planned a trip back to the U.S. Despite being insanely homesick for my mother and brother. A slight reason for it is that I'm not used to being a Jew anywhere but here, I especially don't know how to be a Jew in Tulsa. Another reason is general boredom of the U.S.
  • A haredi boy was forgotten in the Dead Sea and found healthy many hours later. If I was the boys' mother, I would beat my husband.
  • I feel a tad of sleep coming on.
  • I received a lovely cookbook for my birthday. With a pleasant pasta section. Wondering now if I should invest in a pasta machine and become a Pasta Queen.
  • After seeing one picture of India on my roommates computer, I have decided to cease my boycott of traveling to India and will contemplate it now.
  • OK, sleep has arrived. I am ready and willing.
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Monday, August 06, 2007

Happy 27.

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The week came and went. In between, I ran in front of Bet Din's and Misrad Hapnim's. I held perfectly put together files that have been in my possession for months.. in anticipation of the day I would make aaliyah.
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I planned my days, not in anticipation for my Birthday, but for my immigration. I tasted it on my tongue the minute I set foot in this country and tasted the salt in the sea.
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Perhaps it wasn't meant for me to complete my puzzle just yet, after all- it's only been a process of 2.5 years. Perhaps someone was telling me to calm down. sit back, and enjoy what goodness is offereed in the simplicities of birthday parties. Take a breath. It may be quite simple to many, but the Ginrod took a bit of time, because of certain breaths of fate and a tad of circumstance. So here I am.. Celebrating my 27th, with most of the same people as my 26th.. and it's beautiful.
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I can only remember: celebrating my 25th with myself, on the patio of the Eyal's, too lonely for words and a bit lost about my future.
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The memories aren't so far away, but but but, i have come a long way. So the picture above states how far i've come, i've found two more HALVES like me. Who's mother is Filipino in that picture? Can you tell?
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All in all, it was a pretty good celebration. a bit of old and a bit of new, and it's quite beautiful to be able to make a life, in a land so silly as ours!
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