4:43am. Phone rings. Caller ID says "Out of Area". I pick it up.
Sarah Margalit is on the other end of the line, with shouting in the background but she says the flight has landed and I get, somehow through the early morning hour semi-waking state, that she is home...in the house. What house? This house. The one with the white picket fence. Yes, it seems that even in Israel, there are white picket fences. Anyway, I try to go back to sleep. I have to wake up and go to work in 2 hours.
6:00am. Phone rings. Caller ID shows another unknown caller. Might be a crank caller, but you never know, and so I answer. Sarah again. Its 1pm her time. She needs mommy. OK, get mommy up...and try to go back to sleep. Hey, this is like when she was a baby and kept falling out of the crib. What's up with this? Can't a guy get some sleep?
Get up. Look at myself. I am Rocky Raccoon. But meanwhile, Sarah is pretty happy. Why not? Life is just a beach. No kidding. 55 km due east of Jerusalem, you run into the Mediterranean. The house is a 10 minute walk to the beach. What a nice place for a summer afternoon nap. Wish I was there.
Well, we were there. Five years ago. Can it be so long? Time is flying. So has Sarah. But the sea and sun stay the same. "There is nothing new under the sun". And we have the pictures to prove it. Here's the Mediterranean on a summer day. Josh was in the water.
I wanna go back to my little grass shack in (no, that's the Hawaii song).
6:00am. Phone rings. Caller ID shows another unknown caller. Might be a crank caller, but you never know, and so I answer. Sarah again. Its 1pm her time. She needs mommy. OK, get mommy up...and try to go back to sleep. Hey, this is like when she was a baby and kept falling out of the crib. What's up with this? Can't a guy get some sleep?
Get up. Look at myself. I am Rocky Raccoon. But meanwhile, Sarah is pretty happy. Why not? Life is just a beach. No kidding. 55 km due east of Jerusalem, you run into the Mediterranean. The house is a 10 minute walk to the beach. What a nice place for a summer afternoon nap. Wish I was there.
Well, we were there. Five years ago. Can it be so long? Time is flying. So has Sarah. But the sea and sun stay the same. "There is nothing new under the sun". And we have the pictures to prove it. Here's the Mediterranean on a summer day. Josh was in the water.
I wanna go back to my little grass shack in (no, that's the Hawaii song).
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