CHOICES

I don’t know about you, but I love having choices…like I love getting back change. It doesn’t matter that I just paid a gazillion shekels for that thing I couldn’t live without, but when the salesperson hands me back a shekel fifty, I feel like a million bucks.

This morning when I opened my computer I found that my friend, The Guv, had made her move. See, we play scrabble online. One move at a time through our email. www.thepixiepit.co.uk ‘Try it…you’ll like it’.

Well, not only can you play scrabble, but there’s a little comment box where you can write notes to each other, and we’re busy scrabbling and writing across the ocean all the time.

This morning she told me that after eating dinner last night, an old friend called and invited her out to join him for a meal. She had already eaten but agreed to accompany him while he partook of his evening repast.

Now, in the old days both she and I would have ordered a little something. You know. A nosh. Maybe a dessert. Something.

But, The Guv is watching her weight, and as she sat down, she had the choice of going back to bad habits, aka fressing, or not.

And my great friend chose the second door.

That left me here thinking about choices.

Every day we are faced with making choices. Do I buy that, or not? Should I sign up for that course, or not? Do I tell so-and-so they look terrible in that outfit? (That one is easy. Bubbie Chanah told me that if you don’t have anything good to say then don’t say anything at all. And if you absolutely have to say something, then find something honest to say. ‘Oh, what a lovely scarf you’re wearing.’) And then run for the hills!

So, if we, the commoners, have to make choices, then it stands to reason that the ‘machers’ (ch as in loch ness) have to, too.

Then, that means that our President could have spent more time with his wife, instead. Our former Minister of Justice could have simply stood by that lady and taken a picture. Our Ramat Kal, head of staff for the IDF could have listened to everyone and figured out a plan that made more sense. And our Prime Minister…here the list is so long that I don’t even know where to being. To paraphrase Jackie Mason, “You don’t screw an entire nation and end up with phlebitis!”

Don’t you have to pay for your mistakes? Ah, you say, but first you have to admit to them.

Well, my fellow Israelis. Here is where our choices come in. Since the makers and shakers of our country are not capable of admitting that they are at fault, we, as they payers of the consequences of their action, have to point out their mistakes and demand that they pay the price.

Choices. It’s up to us. Do we turn our back on the mess our leaders and the fine-shmekkers have put us in, or do we stand up and do something about it before it’s too late?

I made my choice. Have you made yours?

Oh, and any suggestions you may have will be gratefully appreciated. Except for you Marc, who think we should be wiped off the map.

A sweet Shabbat shalom to you all.

Have a great day…stay safe…and thanks for dropping in.