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I'm afraid that when I really want to write here again, I won't remember the technique of uploading the posts, so this is an attempt.Monday, September 25, 2023
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I'm afraid that when I really want to write here again, I won't remember the technique of uploading the posts, so this is an attempt.
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It is good to see you on here.
ReplyDeleteThank you jc.
DeleteThat garden looks so peaceful Yael and like a secret garden in the shadows. The blog post looks fine so I don't think you have lost the knack. Always good to see you.
ReplyDeleteThe red chair is the chair I sit on and talk to the cats.
DeleteOh Yael, so nice to see you here again.
ReplyDeleteI hope threats don't get so bad but things are always boiing around here. More so for you.
I think I might start writing once a week even in more or less good times.
DeleteIt's always good to see you, Yael.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jennifer.
DeleteDear Yael, I am happy to read your post - and hope by now you are encouraged to write again,
ReplyDeleteI feel with you and the difficulties that are surrounding you, and yes: it is good to fly a little while into blogland and see that we are still there - and miss you,
Hope to read your blog again soon! Britta
Thank you. I will probably be back soon. Very happy for your encouraging comments here.
DeleteWe all need a comforting environment on hard days which seem to come more frequently these days. I am not comparing a burnt dinner here with an endless war in Russia-Ukraine, but pain is pain and anxiety is anxiety.
ReplyDeleteI have a list of pleasurable activities that I can rely on in tough times - lunch with the grandchildren; espresso coffee in the summer sun; playing with the labrador puppy; writing blog posts; and speaking Hebrew to my friends.
This is a big surprise. you speak Hebrew? how wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI studied Hebrew for the six years of high school, but it wasn't until the Gap Year in Machon LeMadrichei Chutz that my friends and I spoke Hebrew all the time. It was harder for my beloved because his parents spoke Yiddish and Czech, but no Hebrew. So when we went to live in Tel Hashomer, he had to learn from the beginning.
DeleteI of course remember that you have a son in Tel Aviv. My son was in Finland for a few years but I didn't learn Finnish...
ReplyDeleteThat all looks perfect; you have forgotten nothing. Is that an ancient Olive Tree? It looks wonderful.
ReplyDeleteIt is indeed an ancient olive tree, right in front of my door, causing a lot of dirt every year. This year there are fewer olives and I am happy about that.
ReplyDeleteDear Yeal, I don't know what happened: I wrote a comment and posted it - but it has disappeared!
ReplyDeleteI am glad when you will return to bogland (though hopefully without an exiential threat).
I wish you the best and safety. Britta
Your first comment is above as anonymous.
DeleteDear Britta. Thank for coming again to post your comment. I think i'll come back soon to write here without the big threats/
ReplyDeleteHi, Yael. Nice to see you here around these parts. Take good care, Bea x
ReplyDeleteThank you Bea.
DeleteThank you Frances. I'm coming back, but slowly.I hope you feel good.
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