Reflections from the Past and the More Distant Past

I had visitors today - and in the back of my mind was another who wasn't here. In my last years in the States, I had a job I loved - it was fun mostly because my boss was someone who seemed so balanced, able to handle stress as it came. He married a most amazing woman..the daughter of a former boss who in less than a year, found a permanent place in my heart.

So, I managed an office for a doctor who by all that's normal in this world, should have been overwhelmed by his patients and their problems - but he never was. Somehow, each day it seemed we came into the office and left as relatively normal people.

I won't write down the stories of the patients - I have guarded their names through the years, though I've occasionally shared pieces of what I experienced over that time. Working in a psychiatrists office is an experience, let me tell you.

So the Dr. and his wife came to visit with two of their three daughters. At one point, the Dr (no, I don't call him doctor, but he's the only person I ever met with his specific first name and her's is not very common as well, so if I were to write their names, well, it's not my right...so, with apologies - Dr. and Mrs. H.. at one point the Dr. asked me if I was famous because of the blog...that was kind of funny because no, I'm not - but it's fun when occasionally someone recognizes me or says something like "oh, YOU'RE a soldier's mother?"

The more important question he asked was if I was happy here - there are no words to describe how much I love it. I can only hope it comes out in each word I write.

Elie and Davidi were here. It was nice to catch up - we've seen them only once in the 20 years since we moved to Israel. Two daughters will be studying in Israel - we offered to adopt them - Aliza will be so grateful to have some girls in the house for a change (not that she doesn't love Yaakov and Chaim, of course).

After some shmoozing, I took them for a trip around Maale Adumim, showing off the lake that by all that is normal, no one would build in the desert. I looked at it through their eyes, or imagined what they were seeing and for the first time realized how tiny it is...it's more of a puddle than a lake. For one thing, I'm usually driving and rarely go down that side of the road; for another, if I'm down there, it's usually in the evening and getting dark.

Perhaps in another world, they would call it, begrudgingly, a pond - but here, it is a lake. How pretentious it is, I thought to myself, that we call it a lake and yet...it is, you see, that very thing. It represents a dream - see, look at us. We Israelis can even build a lake in a desert!

I showed them the new music conservatory - yes, that too is pretentious, and the library...and the statue of two peace doves - the water fountain was being fixed...I didn't even get a chance to show them the museum...what an amazing city I live in!

I talked and talked - and kept thinking I wanted to hear about them and I should have asked more.

I didn't get a chance to tell them that in a few weeks, Davidi is going to Poland. Actually, the Dr. said he reads the blog, so I guess they know that. There was a story that I shared with them - I think I've shared it before here, but I'll write it again  now.