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Children  all over the world paint a house in the same way,like in my granddaughter's painting, there are some explanations for that which i don't know if they are the truth, any way i like so much their naive drawing and every time i come back home i have some more of them.

Happy new year to each and every one of my visitors and my friends in this wonderful place, blogland.

What's in my handbag

I don't have many things in my hand bag since i am not working any more , i have tear gas, Elephant, bear and cat, Lotto cards, small hair brush,credit cards and some chocolate's bars in case i need to solve some critical problems while baby sitting the grand kids. All the usual things like every grand mother all over the word have in their handbags. 

Hanuka is over (or the truth about real life)

This is the last evening of the holiday,a peaceful moment near the beautiful candles. I can leave it as it is here with the wonderful feeling of light, warmth and quiet evening, but the truth is that 5 minutes after we lit the candles, he wanted a toy that his sister was playing with, she wanted something that we could not get at that moment and the oldest one (7) was crying  because he lost in the card games.  They were fighting and shouting and crying for some long moments, until suddenly it was quiet again.Real life and blogland life are sometimes parallel universes, different but a like. 

Holiday of holidays

It is a long story and i shall not tell it here, but in spite of my comments on some blogs that i miss Christmas here, we do have some indication of it here, along with our Hanuka holiday now.

Sreet cat

The photo was taken  a few minutes ago.It is raining here and Sneaky the cat went inside the igloo that i bought for Edmund last winter when it was snowing(!) here.Edmund used it once, but than Sneaky went inside and Edmund never went inside again.Sneaky was a street cat, I saw him many times sitting on the garbage cans .One day Edmund konced on our door and became our cat, Sneaky was watching him, he came to eat with him, he slept near  him, and started to watch his behaviour,He let us tuch him and was not afraid any more.We feed him with dry cat's food with some canned tuna fish above, lately i discovered that he eats only one kind of tuna fish, he does not like Rio mare tuna fish (imported from Italy), he eats only Israeli products. he was a street cat. he  knows what he is doing.Sneaky the cat will never ban Israeli products.

The psychology of hatred

Why do someone starts hating somebody else ? What is the moment that the name of a COUNTRY, RELIGION or ORIGIN starts to ring all the bells of hatred in someones else ears and sol?

Is it one moment or many moments of bad education and bad life circumstances?

How come that the hatred is so strong that it spreads like spider web and touches and hurts everybody else who talk to the object of hatred?

How miserable one can be? how much fun can you really get if you are motivated mostly by negative emotions? can one live a happy and healthy life if most of the time he is insulting people in the virtual world?

How coward one can be ? not presenting himself with his real name and identity?Where does his real life and virtual life meet? there must be a place in his real life that all those negativism take place too.

Family members

Dog 1- my "grandson", sitting on my daughter's front porch, waiting for me to take him with me when we go to pick the children from their kindergarten

Dog 2- looks so sweet and innocent, caught in the middle of the night sleeping in a forbidden place.