Day 7 or 8 who knows
Another bit of maybe misinformation. Airlines aren’t leaving and the6 aren’t coming. El Al is faithful and by the time that I leave on the 22 nd.
, I will have a flight. More people are slightly hysterical and have chosen to leave at the end of the week. I have decided to stay, so by the time that you read this, I will know what I am doing. I would rather be with my daughter than alone, so this is where
I will be.
Work was fatiguing today. We packed more meds. separated more meds, repacked more meds and broke down more boxes. I did get to go to the garbage/ dump. I went with a young Aussie kid who is here on
the Birth Right program. I didn’t know that any volunteered at bases, but here he is. The 18 year olds that I have met are really smart. I wasn’t that smart at 18. Well , I was smart enough
to marry Bob, so that was pretty special. Day 6 of camp
The day started great. Hard boiled eggs along with tomatoes, cukes,yogurt,cottage cheese and wait for it... homintashin. We have a flag raising ceremony every
morning , after breakfast and at that time, we told “ news”. The news was that airlines were not flying. Panic. Bad translation.A quick email to my daughter said that I was OK with El Al. Now I had to decide,do I want to stay here or go home early.
I decided that I really did want to stay here. Although I have not been quarantined, I have been here 14 days by the time I see my daughter again and I was as virus free as I would be, any where.. So off to work I went. And we did work hard..
We finished packing and repacking the field medical bags. They are rectangular cases, large enough that I could live comfortably in them if I wanted to stow away for any reason. Empty, two of us moved one
at a time. Filled, I couldn’t even push it a few inches. The contents are scary and should never be needed. As they say here in Israel, “Please God’.
Lunch was the
biggest stuffed red peppers that I have ever seen and very good. And homintashin. Not that good, I might add. Costco’s are better. More work and for a finish, I got to mop the floor after I swept.
My boss runs a very clean ship. To wash the floor, he fills a plastic bag with water and hand soup, puts a hole in a corner of the bag, walks quickly around everything and lets the water flow where ever. Then you take like a squeegy mop and push the water
to the doorway. Voila, dust gone from floor. Not clean, but no more dust.
Dinner was a rare treet. It wasn’t breakfast all over again. I think because our program was cut short and they sent all the young soldiers
home, they were trying to get rid of food. We had snitchel and hamburgers... and homintashin.
Our evening program was very interesting , where we learned about different cities in Israel.
I was so tired that I wrote this post the next morning. Boker Tov.