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Archive for December 28th, 2006

Heathrow was chaos… thank G-d for ElAl. They have their own area for check in, as we walked past queue after queue of p***ed off holiday flyers. Then ElAl has its own hand luggage x-ray thingy… bless them. “Are you ElAl… well come this way” Still an uneventful flight, which is how it should be, and we are welcomed at baggage reclaim by Lubavitch proferring doughnuts. So while my dear mother stands back stuffing her face, I’m practically being hauled onto the carousel trying to schlep off the luggage.

What a difference a week makes… see the difference in the weather from last week when we were there and the sun shone gloriously in Jerusalem and the pictures below taken yesterday…. their first snow.

Moriah enjoying her Tigger swing. We had a lovely time at the mall shopping at Toys R Us and I was so shocked when Bridgitte chose this as she is vehemently anti Winnie. I maintain she sees my beloved bear as a Disney character whereas it is one of my childhood favourites more down to A A Milne than Walt. I was even more shocked to see stencils of Winnie in Boaz’s bedroom, so she is coming round… at last.

Boaz picked himself out some Bob the Builder toy…. I know I took tons of stuff out with me, because the prices in Israel are astronomical, but a day at the mall in Chanukah is great fun and grandmas are meant to spoil their grandchildren, aren’t they? There are loads of fun activities for children set up as I squeezed my ample rear (or as Dewy would say, rounded assets) into a tiny little chair and played with lego. Bridgitte didn’t think I could get that low or fit in… I showed her!

On this day we were thinking of shopping, but the weather was so beautiful we headed off to the Biblical Zoo instead. I hadn’t visited there in eleven years and the place is still as wonderful, although we didn’t get that far round since we decided to take the babies on the choo choo train. If you can’t make them out, they are swans in the background. Boaz and I had great fun imitating the monkeys.

No that is not me and Bridgitte rushing for the train, it’s greatgrandma (not bad for 83) and grandma (not bad for ??) pushing the buggy… sorry… stroller. Who do you think is taking the pic…. Bridgitte of course.

Boaz was not too sure about the ride, but I enjoyed it. I know I don’t usually post pics of me, but since I’ve announced to the world that I am short fat and ugly, I thought I would prove it. My intention is to lose weight before the wedding, or sooner ‘cos I have to buy *the dress* so then I will just be short, less fat and ugly.

This was our hotel in Jerusalem… the Inbal. It’s excellent, always full of you yanks and it’s in an area called Yemin Moshe. You can see the Moses Montefiore windmill on the left. Ze lo rachok mi…. ooops sorry… it’s not far and in walking distance to the Old City and Ben Yehuda Street where I went to visit my lovely little Iranian friend. I only buy gifts from him, so if anyone is going to Israel, he has the best prices and he is charming…. unfortunately he doesn’t speak a word of English, so I’ll tell you how to say ‘Ann sent me.’

Yes this is Jerusalem (well a hillside on the outskirts of) yesterday. I have a very brilliant grandson… there aren’t many of 23 months who could build a snowman.

Do you like his Thomas the Tank hat and scarf (tallit as he calls it), although don’t tell me they’ve lost the matching gloves already. Of course I bought it for him… only £10 in Mothercare and he loved it. Now I wish they would pick up the snowjacket I sent over with friends a month or so ago, I think the little chap is gonna need it.

Aaaah, Moriah all snugged up as a bug in a rug. I know, I know I am biased, but she is an absolute sweetheart. Her photos do not do her justice; she is so calm and easy going and laughs and giggles all the time…

Well this is the first part… got more pics at the Dead Sea, so will bore you with those next week, but just to tell you I had some wonderful treatments; so well scrubbed, buffed and polished you could see your face in my shiny… mmmmmm.

Well that’s it for now other than to say I totally freaked out when I heard James Brown had died. I saw Lucy last night and she felt the same, since we only saw him strut his stuff about five weeks earlier at the UK Hall of Fame Awards.

Thank you blogger for being co-operative in the end. I have posted some REH and something called a sestina. Real poets will know what it is…. I didn’t, but I do now.

Have a lovely weekend, Shabbat Shalom and if I don’t post again (although I may since I have a question I want to ask my fellow vdo fans… one to start the New Year rolling… LOL) I pray you and yours are all blessed with a Happy Healthy and Peaceful New Year.

This is my first attempt at a sestina style poem, inspired by my dear friend and muse Brian. I have written two, but guess it’s one at a time… in any case, neither are particularly good! In truth I had never heard of this before ~ showing my shameful ignorance here. I read over and over his amazing work and then googled for more information. It meant following a pattern and an order, not easy for someone like me who has no self-discipline. My ramblings, a better word to use than poetry, are just that… the thoughts that spring from my heart and my head with no style, order, pattern or discipline…. so here goes!


his life ambition no less than to see the world
regale all who will listen to his story
events both trivial and those of value
since childhood holding fast to his dream
to circle this glorious globe; now a full grown man
his journey is more precious to him than any glittering jeweleach new sight encountered shines as a brilliant jewel
each new wonder he discovers of the world
he engages the words of any willing man
he meets, he listens enraptured by their story
some he knows are true, some he knows are their dream
every single one he takes to his heart to value

in awe he sails the seven seas to marvel, to value
glimmering hues of blue, green as sapphires and emerald jewel
new desire unlocks to adorn pretty gems on the girl of his dream
will he perchance upon his one true love in this world
voyage; their homecoming replete, completed by a shining story
of passion, romance, an exotic maiden and her erotic man

in a far away land he falls in love; takes a bride this man
to treasure, cherish, take pleasure in, protect, value
with pride, honour, delight she heeds his story
of how he wooed her like a princess, a priceless jewel
she the most exquisite wonder of his world
and the answer to his every waking dream

as one they fly to far flung shimmering shores in a dream
like state; his sparkling bride his guide becomes and shows her man
a righteous road, to make a difference to the world
devote, dedicate, bestow and give of value
their time, their energy, their inspiration to create a caring jewel
of kindness, compassion, to leave a legacy of good their story

no more a mere travelogue, now an heroic story
of helping hands who make true the dream
of poor souls suffering, offering the most precious jewel
bread, medicine, aid to every child, woman, man
in need; accepting, understanding the veritable value
of what truly truly counts today in our world

many many moons later the epic story unfolds of a wise and honourable man
whose life’s burning hope and dream brought him the greatest wisdom of all, to value
each and every man of each and every colour, country, creed as a wondrous jewel in what may yet become a whole wide wonderful world

copyright 2006 ann raven

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from long ago

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December 2006