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Israeli gan system, here we come.
Yowsa. Seven years from the month I made aliyah, I’m registering my first kid to ‘gan trom trom chova’ (compulsory kindergarten registration).
The Israeli gan/school system baffles me. And I get the feeling it isn’t going to get any clearer any soon.
But fortunately, the education registration website experience was spectacular! Smooth form-filling, clear instructions, and it even – are you sitting down? – worked perfectly in Chrome!
Yep, in seven years, we’ve all come a long way.
Israel: Environmentally-encouraging?
Posted under a day ago, Israeli dude Evgeny Vainshtok Broitman shared a shameful scene he witnessed at יער הנשיא, a park off the 44 and 38, near Beit Shemesh. And while the crime is so disgusting, the fact that Evgeny decided to take the perpetrator up on it means there’s hope.
Apparently this guy proposed to his girlfriend at the park, using balloons, confetti, and paper signs. Either she said yes and then they fled the scene, or she said no and he burst into an angry storm of messing with nature and not cleaning up afterwards.
Either way, what Garbage McLitterface left behind is disgusting. People like that should be banned from public parks.
The story has already been shared over 1000 times through Facebook in 15 hours. People really seem to care. That’s encouraging. I wouldn’t call us Israelis environmentally-friendly yet, but I wonder if with some strong people power, we can get there. And chances are, the dude, even if he does realize he’s outed, that he won’t care. Fine. But again, the people power – that’s environmentally-encouraging.
We did my daughter’s Simchat Bat at Park Begin, outside Tzur Hadassah, and it was a bit littered when we got there, as is normal here, but when we left, we were sure to pack the garbage bags we brought and then dump them in the dumpster – 10 feet away. Sometimes it’s that easy, fellow Israelis.
Share the story with your friends in Israel and let’s see if this guy ever feels any shame.
UPDATE: The couple responds… especially after the story was posted in Ynet, NRG and Walla – ha!
They stated that it was too dark to clean up afterwards, and the guy who found it the next day acted really fast but they were meant to go back and clean it up in the morning.
KKL also put out a statement about the incident, considering they sent a team to do the cleanup.
Fifty-Two Frames: Reflections.
This week’s photo inspired by our getaway last week. Which feels like a year ago, since I’m already sick, my kids aren’t sleeping through the night, I have a ton of work on my plate, and well, it’s raining a lot.
Bla bla life is so hard when just last week we wined and dined with no kids around.
How many glasses does it take to enjoy a night of adult conversation, speculation and reflection – away from the kids?
Mighty Morphin Silly Newspaper.
[This post is dedicated to my brothers. And terrible journalism].
Why this is an article in Ynet is beyond me. But, then again, there’s Ynet for ya.
The breaking news:
This past summer, the popular Power Rangers have returned to Israeli television screens.
They’ve entered their 18th season, making it an intergenerational show, a show that conquered our generation in the 1990s and is now swaying our children’s generation.
This better not ‘sway’ my children’s generation. It was horrifically dumb when my youngest brother was obsessed with them and me and my brother made him nuts over it (sorry bro).
I mean, seriously? The black kid was the Black Ranger and the Yellow Ranger was an Asian?
Tzur Hadassah, painted black.
Gotaway.
We did the impossible. Or at least, the impossible when you’re immigrants here alone, without close family, and then your mother-in-law comes to stay and offers to watch the kids while you go away overnight.
And that’s what we did.
We kept it simple: a night in a hotel in Jerusalem, a trip to town, with a good meal at a fancy restaurant, where I don’t have to mop up spilled water or provide crayons to my dinner mates.
Imagine: I ate dinner and came back with no stains on my shirts… No surprise rice in clothing creases… I tasted my (expensive) food…
Anyway. A few shots from the night below. Now I’m just salivating for the time when our kids are older and we can go away for a week and pretend we’re fancy but in reality we’re in our 30s and we’re tired and the alcohol in the drinks has nothing on the sleep depravity.
