Tel Aviv Diary - June 10,2011 - Karen Alkalay-Gut

June 10, 2011

Gay Pride Day - we had been planning to go to Pappas for lunch but now the streets are closed. Not all the streets but enough to make it difficult to navigate. Better to stay home in the day and go out at night. I hate parades in the heat.

We finally got to see Yehoshua Sobol's "An Ideal Husband," a play about rampant political corruption in contemporary society. It starts off very serious but slides into farce and ends with maybe a note of optimism - that even with roots in filth a tree can grow...

Of course this is my interpretation. It was hard to be objective when something is so funny.

June 12, 2011

Sometimes you really need to stay at home. We cancelled a recording session today and are now preparing to spend the next 38 hours until we visit the hemotology ward for the routine visit as close to home as possible.

June 12, 2011

Spent part of the afternoon running errands in Ramat Aviv G and discovered something interesting. Not only is it nouveau bourgeois, but it is carefully arranged so that it gets more and more upscale as you move west. It's a strip mall, so there are only two directions to go, from the supermarket in the east (postoffice, felafel, novelty store) to the glam stores on the west. of course there are exceptions - like the vegetable grocers and the health clinic pharmacy on the west side - but otherwise it's pretty clear: the further west, the more pretentious. I've got to get back to the Carmel market to feel at home.

June 13, 2011

A few weeks ago I dumped what was left of the salad in a few flower pots by my kitchen window. Now I've got cucumbers beginning to grow, their tendrils grabbing the avocado trees that I planted from the stones in the winter, tomato plants climbing all over, and one big pot with basil, rosemary, and mint. That's what happens in this land - whatever you plant grows.

June 14, 2011

You do crazy things when you're stressed. But up to now I've avoided one local madness. And now, after 40 years in the country I've had it done - local eyebrows. You know, the Marlene Dietrich fake ones. At first I looked like Joan Crawford but now I think the black is fading and I'm moving into the Dietrich pencil look. At the hospital this morning with Ezi I was expecting to get laughed at, but no one said anything, and then I looked around and EVERYONE had these fake eyebrows. Doesn't anyone have any taste around here?

By the way, the word supercilious means raised eyebrows.

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