Or in the day
Two strange occurrences.
ISHI and I were sitting on our porch/Sukkah one morning last week, and one of us (I already don’t remember which one was paying attention first. I could make a good case for either of us.) noticed an odd thing on the little roof above the stairwell. Yes, I took photos, but let me explain it first.
Backing up just a wee bit for those not familiar with my title:
From goulies and ghosties and long-leggedy beasties
And things that go bump in the night
Good Lord, deliver us!
There was this odd cone-shaped item, with some kind of pictures and writing on it. Not English; not Hebrew. Bottom line–very suspicious. The kind of thing that if you saw it on the street, you would call over some security people.
חפץ חשוד Suspicious item
That’s one of the first terms you learn in Ulpan, Hebrew lessons, what you need to get along for living in Israel, real reality check.
We thought seriously about what to do. Was it something sent over to our porch that could blow up? Was it a drone? Could it be a spy camera? We were quite uncomfortable and didn’t know what to do.
I went downstairs to my kitchen, I think. ISHI started looking at Google. He found one word in English that he could look up. It was some kind of tea.
I was not sure that it made me more comfortable, because, after all, what was it doing there? Where did it come from? And don’t judge a bomb by its cover!
Until ISHI got a call from a friend…
“I have a strange question: did you see an odd paper package in your Sukkah?”
He had been given this package by mutual friends who had been in India, brought back this package of tea that is smoked as cigarettes to remind him of the smells of India…
Mystery solved. Gratitude!
Our friend just picked it up and we all enjoyed a cup of tea while telling our stories. He also told us a story about finding a drone in the Sea of Galilee while looking for branches for a friend’s sukkah.
My second story: while I was making challah the next day, there was a knock on the door. It was our next-door neighbor. He was holding a balloon.
“Is this yours?” I thought it looked like the statue outside our house; the ugliest statue in Tzfat and probably the whole world, the frightened lama. One “l”, you will note.
“It was caught between the trees in our yard. My wife thought it was a spirit; she saw it move back and forth and we couldn’t sleep.”
I did not tell him at that point that I had been told his wife had put a curse on the house across from us and she clearly knew from spirits.
But no; it was not ours.
He left it tied up in the courtyard for anyone to claim.
This remained a mystery that probably fizzled out on its own.
An additional mystery: why does the balloon look like this Marimekko print that I bought in Cambridge when I was a too young student that we hang in our Sukkah from forever?
Since למה means why.
Why does the Marimekko print look like the odd lama outside our house, which looks like the balloon?
This, in a nutshell, is Tzfat. We are learning to enjoy the mysteries as they come.