Short post to let folks know I haven't fallen down any stairs lately and a longer post to come over the weekend when I am not so knackered, as a friend of mine would say.
The family (sniff, sniff) went home yesterday and the apartment feels very big and empty (probably the only time an Israeli apartment will ever feel large). We tried up until the very last moment (even at the check-in) to change their tickets so that they could stay longer, like until Sunday or Monday but even friday or saturday would have done nicely. No luck, however, despite the fact that there were lots of open seats on the Tel Aviv-Newark leg of the flights. It was the Newark to Texas flight that tossed the spanner into the works and so they wouldn't let them change (well they would, but for 3,000 dollars and so um, no).
My new neighbor is tryng to arrange a shidduch for me. I do not lie. She is a few years older than my mother and, within 10 minutes of meeting me and finding me unmarried --oh the horror of it all -- started her matchmaking machinations. She has a friend who has a son, she tells me...So last night I am walking along Dizengoff carrying two bags of groceries to restock my cupboards and I get a call from an unknown number. Upon answering, an unknown woman tells me she is Sophie and a friend of Ella's who gave her my number and she is so excited to meet with me. I'm thinking, and who the heck is Ella for about 5 minutes into the conversation until it hit me...bam! What didn't hit me was that Sophie was the woman with the son Ella had mentioned in passing. Right about that time I found myself agreeing to meet her for tea next tuesday at 5 as I tried to juggle phone and groceries and figure out what the heck it was that I was agreeing to again. Two hours later Ella herself calls and says that "the boy" will be calling me and that she talked to the mother. I was like, hmm don't know about "the boy" but the mother already called and invited me to tea.
Ella then spent nearly half an hour apologizing and saying "oy, what is she doing, she wasn't supposed to call the boy was supposed to call, do you feel imposed on (uh well kinda yes but I politely replied, oh no, not at all), you don't have to go you know, will "the boy" even be there?" Ok, like I'm supposed to know. I didn't even realize this was the mother of "the boy" when I agreed to tea --"the boy" got mentioned only after I'd said sure I'd be happy to join you and Ella for tea. Then later, on the phone, Ella also informs me that she won't be able to attend the tea. Hmmm. Hmmmm. "The boy" hasn't called and so I can assume he feels just about as enthusiastic about all this as I do.
I missed the wedding of a pair of close friends tonight because I had to teach and when I tried to see about rescheduling the class was informed that this would so not be a good idea for my career, especially as we had a colloquiem and major meeting and it was also the birthday of the head of the department and there would be festivities and toasts and I should be there. So, ahem, much as I love my friends I love being able to eat even more. It was a hard choice to make though and one I am still unhappy about.
I was more than an hour and a half late getting home tonight because someone decided to suicide on the railroad tracks in Lod and, unfortunately, was successful. Since all the trains are somehow connected when something happens with one train then all the other trains in the country sit. And sit. I felt really bad for all the grousing we did about the delay, though, when I found out why we were delayed. Poor soul.