A lot of different things
Apr. 15th, 2007 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tamara_russoUdi, my little brother, asked us to come and visit him since he was left in base for Saturday. My mom of course had no hesitation, and so we went to visit him, but the logistics were a lot of work. My mom got up very early in the morning and made some food, at that point I got up and went to help her. While she was walking our dogs and feeding the cats I finished cooking the pancakes, made the noodles and their dressing, brought the cooler from my closet (my closet has a huge upper section that serves as storing area) and washed all the dishes. Needless to say, it took a great deal of time and energy. When I finished my mom came back and I took the time to get organized until she finished packing everything and woke my dad up (he was helpful by not coming into the kitchen).
We drove to pick uo my sister and then headed south. The weather was strange and indecisive so the a.c. was turned on and off all the time, and we took CDs for the ride, most of them were mine, so the music was constant and without the bummer of stopping receiving galgalatz. The drive was very beautiful but also very long (four hours, including a small brake we took about half way through). The Ramon Crate is extra-beautiful, but since it was raining the last few days it had some floods - none that bothered us save one. We reached a place where the water was actually flowing on the road, and stopped there, unsure what we should do. There were tractors there to pull the water away (didn't quite understand what they were doing) and then one car drove across the flood, slowly and cautiously, so my dad made up his mind and we drove across too. My mom was a bit nervous, but we made it out and on the way back the water was still there, but lower.
We spent a few hours with Udi and headed back - 3.5 hours it took us this time because we stopped only for the bathroom once. We were all very tired and stiff from the long drive, and went to sleep pretty early.
This morning I had woken up before 6, but stayed in bed and convinced myself to go back to sleep. I even convinced myself to dream, but I don't remember much from it, except that I knew I was dreaming, and started to change things the way I liked them to be when the alarm clock rang. I do remember that I could see well, and I remember a phone with blue buttons. Weird.
It's Holocaust memorial day's eve, so I put aside "Prep", that I'm in the middle of, and stretched out my hand to my top shelf, where "A diary of a young girl" sits. I always read it, every year, on Holocaust memorial day, for ten years now. I have no idea why I was influenced by it so, but it always gives me the feeling I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing - living and remembering. I'll maybe write more on the subject later, but I have work to do.
We drove to pick uo my sister and then headed south. The weather was strange and indecisive so the a.c. was turned on and off all the time, and we took CDs for the ride, most of them were mine, so the music was constant and without the bummer of stopping receiving galgalatz. The drive was very beautiful but also very long (four hours, including a small brake we took about half way through). The Ramon Crate is extra-beautiful, but since it was raining the last few days it had some floods - none that bothered us save one. We reached a place where the water was actually flowing on the road, and stopped there, unsure what we should do. There were tractors there to pull the water away (didn't quite understand what they were doing) and then one car drove across the flood, slowly and cautiously, so my dad made up his mind and we drove across too. My mom was a bit nervous, but we made it out and on the way back the water was still there, but lower.
We spent a few hours with Udi and headed back - 3.5 hours it took us this time because we stopped only for the bathroom once. We were all very tired and stiff from the long drive, and went to sleep pretty early.
This morning I had woken up before 6, but stayed in bed and convinced myself to go back to sleep. I even convinced myself to dream, but I don't remember much from it, except that I knew I was dreaming, and started to change things the way I liked them to be when the alarm clock rang. I do remember that I could see well, and I remember a phone with blue buttons. Weird.
It's Holocaust memorial day's eve, so I put aside "Prep", that I'm in the middle of, and stretched out my hand to my top shelf, where "A diary of a young girl" sits. I always read it, every year, on Holocaust memorial day, for ten years now. I have no idea why I was influenced by it so, but it always gives me the feeling I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing - living and remembering. I'll maybe write more on the subject later, but I have work to do.