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Day Two of Quarantine - יום שני של בידוד

Day two of quarantine and th jet lag is worse. Slept 2 1/2 hours from 1 a.m. to 3:30. Woke tired and achy and very thirsty. Drank a whole lot of water and took a Tylenol and stared into the darkness. At 5:00 am I listened to the Moazin call the faithful to prayer and then at 5:30, the trucks coming to collect the trash. By 6:00 a.m. the Romanian workers showed up and rattled the metal gates. I fell asleep.

Up at 10 but not for long. So exhausted from the trip and the drama and the anxiety, I closed my eyes and then it was 2 p.m. Not healthy to live like this. I swear I am trying to get back on track which I usually do by going for a long walk. Since that option is out I am antsy and struggling to keep away from the social media. Finally put the phone down and decided to do something useful.

My parents' house was not very big. Six people, one bathroom, one television. The basement was the twins' domain except for the laundry room and the fruit cellar. We had a laundry shoot from the bathroom on the main floor to the basement. I used to play in it. Enter on the first floor and land in the pile of washing. Today I expect, there is a law against this and although playing in there was a little weird, it fueled a lot of imaginary adventures.

I would sit in the open door of the shoot and watch my mother sort the laundry by color. When I was very young we had a ringer-washer and no dryer. Everything went outside, even in winter. And when it came inside a pile of laundry was sprinkled with water and placed on the counter to be ironed the following day.

I am thinking about that laundry shoot and the comfort it gave me. And I am thinking about the fact that with so little money my parents made the choice to put off purchasing a modern washer and dryer and invest in very large, white chest freezer. It may have been the best household decision they ever made.

Preparing for times of want and scarcity, was a family way of life. Given my parents' respective pasts, it made sense. Every year they would fill the freezer with meat. My mother froze her garden produce and put up preserves. Baked goods were made in multiples. One for dinner, the rest for the freezer. We were never short of what to eat. I feel like we heeded Joseph's warning to the Pharaoh.

In Israel we usually have the luxury of buying fresh food everyday. Households are not equipped to handle a store of food, just in case. But it has been a lifelong habit of mine to follow in my parents' footsteps - at least in this regard. So when our dear friend Ruti sold her house, the chest freezer she brought with her 25 years ago from the States, was up for grabs. And grab it we did. It now sits downstairs beside the washer and dryer - unfortunately without the laundry shoot.

Today I read about the run on food and supplies in Israeli supermarkets. Not as bad as the panic hitting the U.S., but scary enough. The government has assured everyone that pharmacies, gas stations and supermarkets will stay open AND that there are no shortages.

We are thankful that despite the quarantine we are in good shape - even though the onion supply is low. Today I retrieved some chicken wings and made BBQ sauce. It won't be the healthiest meal, but I think it will do. And we have avocados. We can pretend we are in Texas if I make yellow rice.

I hope everyone stays healthy and safe. If I could share our meal, I would.

#food #BBQ #scarcity #corona #quarantine #freezer

#אוכל #קרונה #בידוד #מחסור #מקפיא

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