I’m not sure if you know this, but I absolutely LOVE to watch TV. When Ellin goes out (and has the audacity to leave me alone in the apartment), she either leaves the radio or TV on so I won’t feel alone. I do appreciate the effort. Once she left me with “Dog TV” (they had a promotion) and I must tell you that it was so boring. Whose stupid idea was that, anyway? Do they really think that watching a bunch of squirrels or cats racing around on a TV screen (even a flatscreen) can compare to the marvels of being out in nature where you can smell them, see them really scoot around, and not be interrupted with a commercial for some over-priced dog food? They must thing that all dogs are really stupid. Or maybe they think that their humans are stupid. That actually makes more sense to me.
Anyway, today Ellin decided to make the most of her Saturday (her only day off) and do a huge amount of cooking and cleaning. She is getting a little tired of coming home after work and making herself some scrambled eggs. So today she decided to clean out all the veggies in the fridge. The result was Ellin doing what she loves best—cooking without any rules, time constraints, or expectations. Just having fun and being creative in her new kitchen. Before she began to cook, she placed everything on the counters, grated about 6 big carrots, cleaned and try a huge bunch of Italian parsley, cut up whatever wasn’t wilted to go into salads, and put the rest aside to make a vegetable stew. Who she thought was coming over to eat all this, I don’t know. Sure as heck isn’t for me. She has me so tightly regimented to my “sensitive stomach” kibble that I can only drool over the smells that came wafting in from the kitchen. Anyway, the end result was a barley salad with mid-eastern spices, carrot salad, cucumber salad, mashed cauliflower (instead of mashed potatoes) and some big bunch of stewed veggies that she’ll probably eat for the rest of the week.
The point of this entire tale is that while Ellin was busy playing a vegetarian Julia Child, I was sitting on the couch watching this incredible movie—The Most Magnificent Marigold Afula Hotel. I sure wish that Ellin would have stopped cooking long enough to watch this. She probably could have related to some of what the story was about. Basically, it’s a bunch of these old guys who decide that their world needed a little shaking up, so they sell everything, get on a plane, and move to a country where they don’t even speak the language or really understand the culture. It’s hot, the food is spicy, the buildings are old, things don’t always work, and there is so much noise coming from the crowds of people all the time. Yup! They actually made a movie about people with grey hair moving to Afula! Can you believe it??? I did find some things a little confusing, though. Like, what is ProfessorMcgonagall doing in Afula, and why is she sitting in a wheelchair? Can’t she just use her wand? She must really be getting old and forgetful. And I could have sworn that James Bond’s mother was in the movie as well. But you know, it’s often hard to tell one human apart from another. (They really do all look alike!).
Anyway, I was thinking about the movie. There was this great line in it, something like “everything will be OK in the end and if it’s not OK, it’s not the end.” I’m going to have to figure out how to tell Ellin about this. Sometime she still gets so worried about her kids back in America or what her future will be like in Israel. She’s really happy here, but I know that sometimes she thinks too much!!!!! The other day I heard her tell someone back in America that she does worry about making ends meet, although it’s not like it was back where everyone speaks English on the streets and all the dogs are more well-behaved, less agressive and fixed and neutered. I hear her talking to herself and she does know that being here is the best thing that has happened to her. She’s got a fabulous job. She loves her boss, the staff she works with, and she adores the kids at the Center. Sometimes I get a little jealous about how much she cares for them, but then, I’m the one she goes back home with every night, so I feel OK about that. But I know she worries about our kids (Max and Zoe, that is), and about something she calls moolah. Must be some word in Hebrew that I’ve never heard before. But it’s something that I don’t have and I seem to be making it OK. I wish she’d just lighten up sometime! But still, there are so many loose ends to tie up, and she just gets really frustrated when she can’t make things happen on her timetable. That’s when that dreaded spiky brush comes out of the drawer. She usually sighs, tells me that my hair is all tangled, that I’ve got too many brambles in it from the local fields, and that she has to brush me! When she gets really nervous, she brushes me about 20,000 times a day. I look like some freaking French Poodle ready for the Westminster Dog Show! Is she kidding? Sometimes I luck out and she just cooks, or cleans. Usually both. When she does get extremely preoccupied, she cleans, cooks, and brushes my hair. Today she did all that, replanted something out on the porch in her “garden” and then ironed!!!!! Sheesh! are you kidding me? I wish she’d use all that extra energy and study her Hebrew! Maybe she’d be less frustrated if she could speak a little more fluently. But far be it for me to tell her that. Actually, far be it for me to be ABLE to tell her that. I’m pretty good with my expressive eyebrows (I can even raise them independently!), my body-penetrating stares when I really have to go pee, my nose butts to her side when I know she’s had a hard day, and the way I creep up the bed at night and make sure that I’m scooped up next to her, just to make sure she’s safe. But more than that is really out of my control. I wish I was one of those dogs who could dial 911 or press the TV remote or something like that. But my talents lie elsewhere and we can only do what we can do.
Speaking of kids and worrying about making sure they’re all OK, aren’t these girls the cutest? These are a few of the younger girls and Ellin loves to go in and see them after they get back from school and have had their lunch. The one on the left, Miriam, is also called Mascha. She has a small sister named Dascha. And a brother named Pascha. They are very cute kids and are always running to give her hugs (not Pascha. He’s a boy and it’s just not cool). Paz is great too! She’s one really bright girl. And I’ve heard Ellin say that Shoval would be a fabulous new president of the Women’s Club or Sisterhood at some synagogue. She’s always right in there, helping to set up and clean up. Really a doll. And now they’ve got their own hand-made dolls. Some of the supporters of the children at Emunah really go out of their way to bring special things to the kids. A lot of thought. Who knows? Maybe one day someone will come with some yummy treats for the Center’s very important Ambassadog!!!
Oh oh . . . .the vacuum cleaner is coming out! I’d better hightail it (get it? I’m a dog and I’m “high tailing” it? Yuck yuck!) before she decides to vacuum me! She’s already done 2 loads of laundry (the sun dries the clothes in about 1/2 an hour), folded them, put them away, cooked enough for everyone on Gilboa Street, and I think she’s running out of things to clean!!!! Someone please get this woman a nice man-friend or let her win the lottery!!!!!
Yours truly, KG, the cleanest dog in Afula, signing off!!