They keep coming

 This morning I found another feather. I know that in a rural area like mine the chance of birds simply losing their feathers is very high, but there is always a chance that some angel has also passed by.                               When I couldn't find the picture of the feather, I remembered another superstition about black cats, (in the meantime I found the picture), when I was a child we were afraid to pass by black cats, some said it was dangerous to cross their path and some said you shouldn't pass by them, as a little anxious girl I chose Either way, when I grew up and learned to love black cats I discovered that the Japanese believe they bring good luck. Here in the picture is Philip the cat in a lookout position at home.                                                                                                                                                                       

I found a feather

 I found a feather. I remembered that some say it's a sign from angels and I love signs. I also love angels. I decided to see if Google also knows anything about it and indeed - the best is a white feather, mine is small and gray, I was a little disappointed at first but cheered up when I found this explanation - "The angels know that this is a difficult time for you, but they are telling you that a calmer period is about to enter your life , hold on."                                                                                                                                    In these times I am ready to believe anything that will bring good news.                                                                                                                                           

The small details on the side of the road

 I always envy people's amazing ability to find the small details along the way. And here today I also found such a thing. A soft pink fish that probably belonged to some baby and found its way into my driveway.

And what now?

 What to write about?

Chapter heads for posts-

The good deeds - the women who cook for the soldiers and bring them the food, the women who do their laundry and send them their laundry with children's drawings and sweets, the people who advertise on Facebook about a reservist's private business and immediately dozens of people come to shop there, the people who stand with flags along the roads at the soldiers' funerals, And many more good deeds because of which I am so happy that these are the people I live with.                                                                                                  

the animals at war-

The dogs that already know the sound in the app that announces an alarm that will come shortly and immediately run to the protected room, my daughter has a dog like that, the cat that stands in the small hallway during the alarm and after the explosion of the iron dome is heard it runs under the couch, I have a cat like that.

The neighbors' dogs howling during the alarms, I heard them on 31.12 at midnight when 30 rockets were fired here instead of fireworks.                                                                                                                                                       

my neighbors-

Women aged eighty and over, one of them a Holocaust survivor, ask me when is the best time to shower, still afraid of being caught by the alarm while showering. None of them have a safe room at home.                                                                                                                                                                           

All these and more are the heads of the chapters I am writing in my head, maybe soon I will expand.

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The pornography of disasters

 These are just chapter heads that I write in my head. I decided not to comment on other blogs that refer superficially and without real knowledge to what is happening here. People take what they are given and I don't blame them, it is what it is.                                                                                                                              Filmed dramatic disasters bring high ratings. One moment you are a victim and the next moment you become the forces of evil because of the pornography of the disasters. As if there wasn't a continuous sequence of events, of history, of reasons, of facts.                                                                                                      Someone anonymous wrote here yesterday a correct and very comprehensive comment about the truth and facts here, but after a moment he deleted it. I regretted it, even though this blog was not supposed to deal with politics in the first place. But this is no longer politics but life itself here.                                Now we are in danger from the Houthis in Yemen who are firing missiles to the south, the Hezbollah in the north who have already destroyed entire settlements, this morning something was fired from Iraq, and of course still missiles from Gaza. And still we are the bad guys in the story.                                     

Merry Christmas

 To all my friends here, old and new, I wish you a happy holiday, may it be delicious, bright and full of joy. Merry Christmas.