Thursday, February 24, 2005

The Loop

Thought I would share with ya'll an e-mail I received.

dear sar
howzit going?i don't like the whole blog world thing. who are you and our siblings really writing to? are they and you writing to the family or to friends/? i have an idea. if its a family thing then why not make a zacks familyblog where everyone can write and keep in the loop. otherwise you have to check out like 5 blogs, no time for that! so its either my way or the highway. i chose you to discuss this with first because you're sounderstanding to the needs of the disadvantaged (dialup web access).
what do ya thunk?
love us stuck in boston

Dear Stuck In Boston, I feel your pain, and remember life with a dial up modem. I would def join a Zacks family blog, in fact I will post this question on my blog with my statement that I will move and see if I receive any positive feedback...

Wednesday, February 16, 2005

Fear Cars

Yesterday I was in Gush Katif at an antidisengagement demonstration. (truly, the longer I stay in Israel the bigger words I start using in English) I went with a few friends. One my friends called her mother as we were leaving Jerusalem to tell her we were on our way to the rally. Her mother said "don't get arrested or beaten up". Advice to live by. I talked to some of the soldiors at the site. They seemed friendly enough. A police officer yelled at me though, but that was because I standing in the middle of the street and a car wanted to go through.
People ask me all the time why I go to the rallies. What do I think will happen. Will Sharon show up to one and say, "oh, I didn't realize all of you were against the disengagement. I'm sorry, I'll call the Knesset now and see if they can tear up the paper they're signing". No, I don't think that. I don't live in a complete fantasy world. If the disengagement does not take place, it'll be nothing short of a miracle, and I don't think Sharon will be used in that at all... If there hadn't been all these rallies, there wouldn't have been a team of lawyers who decided to stand up and fight this legally. There wouldn't have been soldiers asking themselves what they really are fighting for, and what they really believe in. There wouldn't be kids seeing everyday how a people stand together for each other. There wouldn't be Knesset members standing up and trying to block the bills from passing. There wouldn't be discussions sparked at every social gathering about the right of Israel to exist, why we all moved here, what we think is worth fighting for. So, do the rallies make a difference. YES.
Ok, so why would I go to Chevron? Gush Katif? Why do I continuously travel to the Gush (Etzion)? Because I can. I was at a party the other day where someone was saying that the residents of Gush Katif don't deserve to be guarded because they don't serve in the army. I asked her how many people who live in Gush Katif she knows. She answered that two Hesder Gush Katif guys came to her apartment to talk to her. I responded with the fact that they were Hesder by definition means they serve in the army. The communities that are out there are mainly made up of people who serve in the army. And unlike her, who has never served, lives in Jerusalem on Emek Refaim, and smokes up everyday, the residents of Gush Katif, who mostly serve in the army, by mere definition of where they live are protecting our borders by simply living.
I witnessed the greatest story when I spent Shabbat in Chevron. The family that I was staying at has a 2.5 year old son. We decided to take a walk on Saturday afternoon. The mother and son came with us for our walk. She told him he did not have to sit in his stroller on our walk. So, the two and a half year old was walking down the street singing a song. It took us a minute or two to truly hear and understand what he was singing. In a two 1/2 year olds little sing song voice he was repeating over and over again "This is very dangerous". I turned to the mother in surprise to say why would he be saying that! I was thinking that this 2 and a half year old kid feels that he's growing up in a war zone. What a horrible way to grow up. Maybe I've been wrong this whole time. This cute little 2 and a 1/2 kid doesn't deserve to grow up with danger every time he walks down the street. His mother's answer, "he's right, we never let him walk in the street without holding someone's hand, I don't know what I was thinking."
So why do I go to Gush Katif, Chevron & Gush Etzion? For the same reason I go to Ra'anana, Beit Shemesh, Maalot and Ofakim. Because I can. Because there are families raising their kids to not run in the streets, say "Shabbat Shalom" to the soldiers, play nicely with their friends, and believe that they have the ability to do anything they want.

Sunday, February 13, 2005

Shabbat Ramblings

Shabbat/os was spent this week in Ranana. Very different than last week, which was spent in Chevron. I haven't written yet about my Shabbat experiance in Chevron as I hadn't decided what to write. Ranana is a great place, don't get me wrong. I love going there, and I have a number of places that I can spend the weekend at in Ranana. When I was here for the year it was one of my hideaway places. Now I spend more time in Efrat & Maalot then anywhere else. Efrat is this coming weeks choice city. I also, for the first time since moving out of my parents' home 5 years ago, enjoy spending Shabbat in my apartment's neighborhood. More about all this later...

Monday, February 07, 2005

Wings Anyone?

Ever invite a bunch of people over, buy a lot of food, expect a party and end up with a lot of extra wings? My friend invited me to a Superbowl party at a friend of hers. I met her at her apartment and then walked with her and her two roommates to the party. As we are walking up the steps to the party apartment I comment that it seems very quiet for a party... We get to the door, open it and see the host and 3 of his friends. Some party. The truth is I had fun. Our host decided to play bartender and went on mixing us random drinks, one of his friends gave us the rundown on all the places he's lived...Afula, Boston, Chicago, Pheonix, Upstate New York, Scotland, his father's not a rabbi (or military) raised fish..hmmm... The Patriots won, I found out this morning - I left around 4am at halftime. I took half the party with me.

Thursday, February 03, 2005

Mom'll Be Glad...

That's right, I was denied. My account now says "denied". The guy I spoke to on the phone, typed denied into my file. Now everyone I talk to in the office can access my account and see that I've been denied.

:( No More Michigan License for Sarra
The "out-of-state" license renewal people feel that I work here, I live here, and play here; I should get my license here. I tried to explain that I don't drive here. I only need a license to drive in the States, and in the States my residence is in Michigan. They didn't buy it. I spoke to both the guy who "denied-afied" me, and then to a lady who answered the phone when I called back to ask for them to send me paperwork that I had a license (and to see if I could convince her to change my "denied" status, not very successfully.) So now my Mom's prayers have been answered. How so? It's all about the insurance factor. In order to get my license here i will need a doctor's checkup, which means I will need insurance, which I haven't gotten there you have it. I don't have insurance yet because of one reason. I'm lazy.

See it's not my fault in a day-to-day look at life. I made aliyah in the beginning of a three month strike, in which I could not get insurance. The day the strike ended I started working at an 11pm to 7am job, and did not do anything positive during that time (except make enough to pay rent). I quit that after a month of not being able to think, and immediately was hired to be a counselor in a program for two months where i'd be living with 10th graders who were coming to Israel for two months. I didn't want to get insurance in Givat Shmuel, becuase I was goig to be living in Jerusalem, and I didn't want to get insurance in Jerusalem, because I assumed I was going back to Givat Shmuel at the end of the two months, well, the two months ended (four months after being hired) and I went to the States for the month and returned to Israel to start looking to move and starting a new job. After moving to Jerusalem I decided that it was time to get insurance, however i couldn't find the paperwork that i received when I came to the country. Finally, I find the paperwork, and decide to go finalize this insurance issue (yes, my mom was in) when I was told that I need to go to the main Jerusalem health insurance office. That's where I got stuck again...I don't know where the office is. I guess i'm about to find it...What a weird sounding reason to need to get insurance...don't worry Mom, I'll find that office as soon as the mean Michigan "out-of-state" license renewal people send me the paperwork...

Wednesday, February 02, 2005

Now Serving...

Tonights dinner menu will start with Chicken Soup served with noodles.
Followed by Salad
With a main choice of Lamb Chops or Chicken Cutlets
and a side of French (Freedom) Fries

At least for those eating at the Senior Zacks' table tonight. The Arye and Aviva Zacks are having split pea soup and a choice of Stir Fry, or somthing yummy that children eat more.
I don't know what the rest of the Zacks' are eating tonight, other then that Shauli may have moved on from spit-up, and the Yaakov & Devorah Zacks' can counted on for maccaronni and cheese.

I'm wondering how i went from being spoiled by menus like the one listed above, to where I am now, I'm pretty sure I had a slice of pizza today. Not that I'm wasting away by any stretch of the imagination, it's just dinner was always an event growing up. It was more a family discussion about the day and current events that took place as we were fed whatever wonderfully amazaingly tasty meal my mom put together. Now meal time consists of something to eat because I have time to eat it. Hadly meals, a slice of pizza, a salad, a falafel (i work next to a foodcourt). I don't generally sit down hungry, or walk away full. It's more of a state of being walking through the foodcourt at 3 or 4 would probably include me sitting down to a slice of pizza and a coke, and not anything else until i get home and have some soup. Again, not a meal, just a soup. I have started to make those shnitzels you put in the oven for 15 minutes and voila it's a meal...but still it's lacking the discussion that makes it a dinner rather then another snack.