Well, here goes, haven't blogged for a couple of days, and I just need to get it out of my system before I hit the sack tonite. At least I'm taking off work tomorrow to finish as much Pesach cleaning as I can, plus some other things.
Seriously, I don't know how I would ever get through Pesach cleaning without my Cajun music! To have cleaned the fridge without it playing in the background - and all my favorite Cajun tunes yet - would have been unbearable torture!
I don't think I'll ever understand G-d. There are so many seemingly endless preparations involved for Pesach - cleaning, purchases, selling chametz, putting away chametz utensils, dragging out the Pesach utensils, etc. etc. etc. ad infinitum. And all this huge effort - for one very short week! Why didn't G-d at least make it all worthwhile by making Pesach for 2 weeks? Heck, I can eat matzah for 2 weeks - especially if it's light bran.
I read today in A7 how the security prisoners are pushing for a release of Jewish prisoners by Israel's 60th birthday, as an evenhanded gesture and counterbalance to releasing Arabs. Especially in light of the fact that the govt. is releasing two notorious Arab murderers. Hell, poor Jeff gets no furloughs and no third-off, no breaks at all. And he didn't even have the gun in his possession!
Don't you just hate that powerless feeling you get when you've batted your head against the wall looking for solutions that can help people you know who are in trouble, and yet you run up against a brick wall and realize there really isn't anything further you can do...... When I talk to Jeff, this is the feeling I get. Here's a poor simple-minded hick from the hills of N. Carolina, whose mentality is so different from the Israeli one, and even from that of most Americans. The Shabak, the judges, the cops don't want to be bothered trying to understand him and where he's coming from...
Same story of frustration with my dear friend in Tel Aviv. It so aggravates me and frustrates me that things only get worse for her, never better. Now she's come to the conclusion her phone is bugged and so she called me tonite from a pay phone. I didn't even get a chance to ask her where she's going for Seder. She was clearly frazzled and disturbed, and I think she's heading for a nervous breakdown, but I'm powerless to do anything about it. It is so destroying her, living in that place.... and yet she can't afford to move anywhere else. What do I tell her, how do I help her?? I suppose she just needs somebody to listen to her. But now I can't even call her, she's severely restricting her use of the phone because of the apparent tap on her phone. It's so freaking frustrating for me. Personally, I like to be on top of things and in control and in order. When I see my friend's life so disordered and out of control, it just makes me want to scream!
So my day off tomorrow will be preoccupied with cleaning, with Post office, and whatever my fertile and overdeveloped superego comes up with.
Oh, hell, I forgot to write those thank you's to Jeff's donors, that I've been putting off for days now. Gotta stop the rambling temporarily....
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