...And the conversation somehow drifted to 'Al Tishali Oti'. Declared one blogger, "If I was the sabra, I wouldn't post so cryptically'. "If I was the sabra", said another, "I wouldn't use so many Hebrew & Yiddish words." Another blogger chimed in, "If I owned 'Al Tishali Oti', I would be more consistent with colors n content." "I wouldn't be sarcastic to commenters", muttered another, darkly. One blogger added not. "I have nothing to say, for 'To know the sabra is to be the sabra'."
U may wanna stop over at apartment..watercrest soup! Third world phone! shikor thank you my dear friend you are connecting me to the joy of life again! is ur mother scared of having too many small grandshimon? hi do i pick u at 5pm to to go themoishtain? good u found them! u must stay kfocussed! Let everything moish out! (dont know what it means but it sounds healing) de nenks a que hora salen los muchachos? i just talked with her and said its inmoishble before 5pm! but im dressed crazy. the bajurim will moish fun of me ok moishugeneh! LOLLLL! I MISS YOU YVONNE!!!
* Drove to Bryce Canyon Visitor Center to wait for 8am door opening to get tickets for moonlight hike (davened while waiting in line).
* Shopped in local supermarket
* Went fishing in Painguitch Lake
* Drove around town
* Hung out in the Lodge
* Fished again
* Drove to Bryce Canyon (view points and/or lookouts)
* Moonlight hike in Bryce Canyon with stargazing
He spoke only after his friend left the table.
"Thank you." I returned.
"Where did you get them from?"
They had been speaking Arabic.
"Israel." I replied with a professional blend of defiance and nonchalance.
I'd get a laptop so I can work in peace.
I'd get my own apartment.
I wouldn't have to worry about ticket prices and flight schedules for hours and hours (and days and days, weeks and weeks. Ye, months and months.)
I'd sign up for boxing or kickboxing even when I'm only in the town for one week of the month's membership.
I'd pay back all my family's debts.