Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Deserted

Desert

The last few days have been outstanding. We've mainly stayed in the south going on short hikes, looking for water holes in the desert (because it's unseasonably hot) and playgrounds in the towns we pass through on our way home. The kids are doing great. We took them to the old city of Beer Sheva to buy pita at the oldest pita factory in town. And around the corner is the little Turkish style stone house where my husband lived until he was three. The door his dad built some 37 years ago is still there.

Factory

Door

Pool

Today was supposed to be another wonderful day. I was supposed to meet a lovely woman that I 'met' though ETSYChai, an ETSY team open to anyone but primarily for Jewish sellers or Israeli sellers or sellers of Judaica or all of the above. I had mentioned to the team that I would be in Israel and few people said they'd be happy to meet me. In the end I planned to drive to Tel Aviv and my husband would drop me off at Nahalat Binyamin which is a great craft market on Tuesdays and Fridays. I love to go even though the stuff there looks about the same year after year. I don't care. It's nice to have a strong coffee and relax and then walk around looking at the goodies. And Tuesdays are always less crowded than Fridays, the only other day it's open. In the end only one woman could meet me, Lisa, which was fine. We seemed to have a fair amount in common - moved to Israel from elsewhere at some point (though we left), young kids, artist, home studio. She makes wonderful papercut art - cards, little boxes, notebooks - beautiful little treasures. Go see her shop and blog. I was excited to meet her. But last night right as I was going to bed I started to feel horribly nauseated. If there's one thing I can't deal with it's nausea. So I basically didn't sleep. And this morning it felt worse. So I emailed her that I couldn't make it and maybe we could reschedule for Friday.

And then I got the call. Where are you? Gulp. She had taken her kids to school and gone straight to the train to meet me. I don't know if you know this about me, but I hate when I fuck up. I HATE it. Not that this keeps me from doing it all the time. But I don't like it one bit. Especially something like this where someone else is involved. I've actually been on her side and wasted my time getting somewhere only to be left hanging. I am usually very conscientious. I don't know why I just didn't call! And now I'm feeling awful because, well I'm nauseated still, and also I deserted this nice person at a cafe in Tel Aviv, so now I have to feel bad about that until I stop feeling bad, because that's what I do. My son has this same quality and I hate seeing it in him too. He hates making mistakes and when he makes them, he is harder on himself than I could ever be.Although he often feels like his shame is enough and he doesn't deserve a secondary punishment for, say, hitting his sister. Not sure about that one.

9 comments:

jane said...

i´m loving your tour!! and don´t worry! i´m sure she´s more understanding than you think:)

aimee said...

oh, for pita's sake! did one sit the wrong way with you? i'm sorry that happened, for both of your sakes. i did the same thing last month, only accidentally. and i felt terrible about it. but she is a dear and a doll and she forgave my addled brain. i do have to say it sounds much more exciting to stand someone up in a cafe than it does in kansas city.

hope you're feeling better.

aimee said...

i meant 'in tel aviv', of course. once again my hands are head of my brain. yeesh.

Everything's Rosie said...

I LOVE the pictures; they're beautiful.

DR said...

it's ok. i have that quality too. always worried that the other person is going out of their way to spend time with me. your friend will understand.

nauseau eh?;-)hope you feel better.

Handmade in Israel said...

I'll think about forgiving you one day... :) I know these things happen, but next time, use the phone!!! I can't be the only person who doesn't check my e-mail BEFORE taking the kids to school in the mornings!
Thanks for your comment on my blog and thanks for linking to my shop and blog on yours.

Inner Toddler said...

Doc - nausea not connected to bebe. unless it's immaculate. we ARE in the holy land so immaculate conception is within the realm of possibility, but I'm guessing I just ate something weird.

Lisa - when I move back here with the fam and we become fast friends, we can laugh about how I stood you up on our first date...

AG Ambroult said...

oh, that door! it's worth a picture in a frame. I can't believe it is still there. ANd that that is the exact house your husband was born into. very cool.
I am sure the woman you were supposed to meet understood perfectly, we're only human. BUT I am like you in that way, and I hate when I screw up...

DR said...

I am a doc but DR is actually the initials of my name. Should change that...Diana much better than initials.

No bebe eh? Ok, I'll try not to be so nosy. I remember reading in one of your entries you wanted just one more...but none of my business.

hope you are feeling better and getting lots of rest.