Sunday, May 31, 2009

Before the morning begins

Waking up before the rest of Jerusalem is a bit lonely. The rays of sun have yet to reach their designated tiles on my kitchen floor. There is no sunny highlights of the apartment yet and the birds themselves are just beginning to stretch their wings into their morning chirping.
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Dawn does not yet show the blue sky the day will bring, instead- an overcast layer of white mist hovers in the sky. Despite the stillness of the dawn, it is only a matter of time until the city starts to wake up. Car doors begin to slam shut and motors are creating moments of humming along the quiet streets.
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By the time you leave the hill of Jerusalem, a golden blanket of sun begins to cover the rooftops of Ramot and the town of Abu Gush. The semi trucks are gliding down causing us to brake, go, brake go. Pretty soon, the land levels out and the sky is blue and we're beating the morning traffic with Tel Aviv in sight.
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Tel Aviv is a late riser. She sleeps in like the beach city she is. The stores are still locked shut. If you're lucky, a coffee shop or two is open. The morning dog walkers are struggling to walk their dogs.
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I am lightly wired, letting my flip flops slap onto the ground, I decide to walk instead of jumping onto a local bus, I'll incorporate this as my daily exercise. I arrive at work with a light glow of humidity on my face.
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Happy Sunday everyone.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Another week, another post


P Bonez and I have succumbed to writing down our schedule for the next month. The minute the summer started inching it's way into our Jerusalem lives, we've been blessed with many occasions to celebrate with our friends. So many that we could hardly keep up with our schedules between football games and Hebrew classes. Then people started having Birthdays all over the country and dog sitting fell into our laps and well, we now have a schedule pinned up to guide us through the month of June.
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That is why we took the opportunity during the Sabbath to stay at home. It wasn't any less busy. Walks were taken and people watching ensued. I also cooked lamb for the first time. And may be my last- because as my friend and Friday night guest mentioned: there is something about cooking lamb that is not PC.

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It's nice to be over Jet Lag and in to the swing of things. It's nice to know when you put the key in your door that you know you've come home- no matter how much I miss my brother and my mamo and all of my friends in the U.S, P Bonez and I made a life for ourselves in Israel and it's in Israel where we have the most fun.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Summer time in the Holy City

Writing is a bit like exercising. It is most effective when practiced often. This week, I have taken to practicing both. Although exercising would definitely be more Utilitarian if we saw the results within a week. I'm eating nuts here OK?

This developing consecutive habit is a result of the summer. Can you feel my summer glow radiating from your computer screen? Can you feel my summer heart beating on your mouse? When the summer comes I suddenly transformed into a busty tanned blond didn't you know?
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I am strangely reminded of my apartment in Northern Thailand, when I would wake up to crisp mornings and cold floors. It's no wonder I've already taken on to storing the refrigerator with fruit here in Jerusalem, that was common behavior in Chiang Rai. The only difference was: I would make my fruit into Popsicles in Thailand. It was too humid midday for anything else.
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The summer has made me treat water bottles like a cow's udder. providing an instatiable amount of water to my chapped lips.
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The summer brings lilac incense into our bedroom to ward off the the itchy stings of the mosquitoes.
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The summer brings blond highlights into my hair and redyes the other bit a dark brown.
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In the Doring Preston household, the summer is always a bowl of Gazpacho soup in the fridge.
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The summer makes us all in Israel understudies of the sun.

(thanks Channah for giving me keywords to write this post)

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

I used to think walking was gay. But power walking seemed less gay when I bought my new pair of New Balance kicks and some yoga pants. It also became the organic solution to all my problems: saving money, needing to get out of the house after writing, getting back into shape so people don't mistake my pot belly as a bun in the oven.
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I already owned an iPod.
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I passed three sets of twins on my 40 minute trek to the market. Is it the water? Or has G-d blessed the Jews with a high level of fertility?
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Upon my arrival at the butcher, I decided I would try cooking lamb. My gangster steak restaurant experience in NYC inspired me to tackle this new flesh I have never put over a flame. I asked the butcher a few questions and then a small yet spicy old woman commanded the counters attention. The patrons and the butcher looked on as she gave me an in depth explanation of what I should do with my lamb shoulder. Red wine. Searing. Stuff garlic in the flesh! Onions! Don't forget the onions. The gentle old man to my right asks me if I'll remember it all. "Sure I reply. I mean, the important parts".
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I don't think they know about www.marthastewart.com
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Monday, May 18, 2009

The Trip

P Bonez and I just came back from a 10 tour of the U.S without incident. And when I mean without incident I imply that the only tiff we got into was one Friday in terms of cleaning up the dinner table. That's a top rating when you spent 24 hours a day with another human! There was once a time when I was dreaming heavily of the day I could find a man that didn't make my blood boil. Who knew it would come in the form of an Englishman.
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Tulsa
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I hadn't been back to my hometown in about three and a half years. As we exited the highway the changes began to show themselves in the form of newly built suburbia: fast food restaurants and strip malls. Old grazing pastures for horses now host the blue prints for a bigger and badder Super Target. The lyric "paved paradise put up a parking lot" flew in and out of my thoughts. This was not the pastures I once passed as a child. The forest we snuck into as youths? Replaced by a 4 story parking garage. Despite the suburban disappointment: seeing family and friends was fantastic. I don't think there was a moment that my family wasn't dancing. It's just our natural rhythm and i'm proud to have Chillaxed with them.
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Va Beach
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My cousins own some serious wheels. They have also begun reproducing. I've spent most of my summer vacations and teen angst with them. I'm glad to have replenished their images in my mind.
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Washington D.C
In the Peace Corps, you are placed with the brightest America has to offer. You spend a good amount of time together and at the end of your service you reflect how eighty percent of your conversations revolved around the status of your poo. These people end up being your best friends for life. I was pleased to replenish those connections as well as see some randoms who made me friggin' fall in love with this place. Obama, I heart you.
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NYC
I heart my husband more than Obama. And I heart the fact that he hooked us up with the sweetest hotel room. P Bonez and I have nothing but love for NYC and the happy hour margarita's she offers to us in cold glasses on sunny New York Days. We heart the Mac store and basically when I'm in ny, all I want to do is eat steak in gangsta restaurants and feed my hubby nuts and berries on feather king-sized beds.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Preston Force One

My number one and I are leaving on a jet plane to America. It should be Rock n'Roll.
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