Shelly in Israel

Sept 11 There were 46 Olim Hadashim (folks moving to Israel under the Right of Return) on the El Al flight. This was  actually announced several times during the flight, and we were cheered by the rest of the passengers.  Everyone had a story.  My seatmate on the aisle, Ruth, was joining some of her children and grandchildren. My seatmate by the window was a nice Israeli guy who owns a business that operates out of Pennsylvania.  All pleasant.  I tried to sleep some, with little success, and found myself peeking over shoulders to watch portions of other people’s movies. We landed at what felt like past-my-bedtme, though locally it was 6:25am.  A Charedi (super-religious) guy sitting behind me blew the Shofar (ram’s horn) in the traditional cadence.  Then the processing began.  We dragged ourselves onto a bus that toted us  for what seemed like an hour to the old terminal one where we sat about drinking coffee, eating sandwiches and gettin...

Sept 9 Running the beloved  Thom B last Thursday with Audrey, I took a fall about 2 miles in, landing on my head and bad hand.  Major ouch!  The next day I was spacey and irritable and feared a mild concussion, but didn’t want to see a doc, afraid that the medics would tell me not to fly out next week! In my spacey condition I made the mistake of telling my NBN person about the fall. She freaked out and insisted I see a doc to get cleared for flight. Fortunately I was able to get in and see Bill at Dr. Law’s office right away and passed my mental test with flying colors. I didn’t mention the hand because I just didn’t want to go there, must kelt is wrapped up amd gritted my teeth. Sept 11 At airport now in Newark, calm (tired), very calm.  Who knows what this adventure will bring? I feel ready to take it all in.