Another Shabbat in War-Torn Israel

Shabbat shalom. I think the best way to describe us right now is frazzled! All this constant listening to the radio and watching television can make you a nervous wreck...but what choice do we have? Not knowing is worse.

So we listen and we watch and we look around us and check the skies.

Our brave relatives up north are still in their shelters and safe rooms...I can't imagine how they are coping. How proud I am of their moxie!!! Tel Aviv is getting ready to be attacked...Jerusalem is on the lookout for suicide bombers.

When I lived in Windsor, I wasn't militant. I didn't raise my fist into the air and punch the sky...and I didn't hate. Well, except for Hitler, I didn't hate.

Now I do. They taught me. They? The arabs. They taught me to hate them and to wish them terrible things. See, I would love to be indifferent where the Arabs are concerned. I want to never think about them...worry about what they are plotting...what evil trick they have up their sleeve to surprise the world with next.

But they are plotting. And they are reproducing at a frightening rate. And they won't be happy until the entire world faces Mecca.

Since I am a Jew and proud of it, I don't think I am a good candidate for the Mecca thing. Actually I think if push comes to shove I will probably fail facing Mecca.

The day before yesterday we had a twenty second black out. All over the country. When the power came back it caused my computer to make a very funny burning smell and then die.

OY. I pulled out all the plugs. I danced a jig on one foot, but nothing helped. I was speechless in Jerusalem. Trust me...not a pretty sight.

But this time I didn't panic. First of all, I have a gmail account so I knew I could pick up all my mail from work. And Second of all, I have the book I am writing safely stored on one of those flashkey thingees.

You didn't know I was writing a book? See, as my friends say, 'I'm more than just a pretty face.'

When it gets quiet again I'll tell you about Emma Shelby is No More...that's the title of my novel.

In the meantime, I'm at work...listening to galei zahal, the radio station, two of our helicopters crashed last night...they are still sending over hundreds of rockets...Jerusalem is still on high alert, Tel Aviv isn't safe.

Nasrallah reminds me of Lord HAHA from the Second World War. All his blustering and boasting and threatening. Well, let me tell YOU something, Mister Nasrallah. We, in Israel boast the Original Cast. We, in Israel have faced bigger bullies than you and have come through, albeit limping sometimes, but we're still standing.

So, give us all you have and watch the pillar of fire protect G-d's Chosen People.

Shabbat shalom my friends.

Have a good day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.