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week 2 of war / 22 of life-to-be
As usual, one just goes ahead and gets used to things, more or less.
Sisters and I have been living at my parents' place since last Sat; probably the longest we've lived under the same roof for years now, which has meant some nice bonding time. Every time there's an alarm we go down to the shelter, and for a few days watched The Swan Princess - childhood cartoon favorite - on the phone, one increment at a time, or did quizzes, or if it's in the middle of the night, just close our eyes or read.
We've been alternating between cooking and going to my aunt's for meals; she lives close by and has just been amazing, constantly inviting us over for large home cooked improvised meals; she's been hosting her daughter, son in law, and 4-5 grandchildren since the war started; the parents need to try to work during the day and schools and nurseries are of course closed, plus like us, especially with toddlers, her kids prefer staying at her house which has a shelter, rather than a Tel Aviv apt that doesn't. It's all very covid-vibes, working from home trying to keep the kids entertained, and when I visit I try to help, but really it seems incredibly exhausting (and I think, of course: good luck to future me).
This weekend was great. I drove to Tel Aviv to pick up some stuff, met a friend out at a coffee place and had a good reminder that there was still some life out there, managed to luck out on a day that didn't have any alarms when I was there. Bought olives at the market, and flowers, and cheese-stuffed-hibiscus flowers. When I got back home, spent the day reading and watching TV, just enjoying the fact that I could chill out at the house instead of feeling guilty that I wasn't managing to work productively from home. (Take today. I should be working now. But I am just absolutely unable to concentrate, gah.)
Ultimately I know I'm really lucky. I don't have kids to wrangle, I'm in a relatively chill area of the country, I'm in a spacious house with a shelter, and I get alerts a few minutes in advance. For reference; one of the guys I work with lives way up north, where they've been getting significantly more alarms then us, many of them (UAVs from the northern border) with significantly shorter alert times (less than a minute), and he's still cohabiting with his wife in the middle of a divorce, and she's been called up to reserve duty so he's alone with the kids who have no school, and he's in the town's emergency defense squad, and he's got to work through this as much as possible, managing an R&D team and all of the production bugs that go with it. For reference; another guy I work with is a Palestinian from Hebron, who doesn't have any shelter at all so just crosses his fingers every time there's an alarm, and I'm pretty sure only gets alarms because there's also a settlement in Hebron, as fucked up as that is. For reference; at least all of us are employed in jobs where we can work remotely, unlike various independent business owners who might just have to shut down until this is over. So basically: feeling guilty for not working as well as I can, but aware of my blessings.
The one productive thing I did today was manage to reschedule some medical tests which were canceled last week, so: success after being on hold/on phone calls for over an hour \o/
Health wise, I definitely feel like I've grown a bit in the past 1-2 weeks, esp feeling it in the evening. My appetite until now has been fine, but this week I've started to feel less well if I eat too much, with some... borderline acidity which I'm not sure if it's related to pregnancy or to having a cold, but am definitely hoping is related to the cold and that it will go away soon.
I have a short trip planned to the north in two weeks, which I was really looking forward to and really really hope won't end up being canceled due to the war.
TV: Am all caught up on Shrinking, The Pitt, Grey's (yes, still), most other shows I'm following. Started Young Sherlock, will probably continue. Started Vladimir, will probably not.
Raading: I have finished all of Ari Baran's books, have downloaded samples of basically every sports romance I could find recommended anywhere and am starting to explore them one by one, currently finishing E. L. Massey's Like Real People Do. Am definitely in the market for (a) sports romances you've loved recently, (b) general romances you've loved recently, (c) general novels you've loved recently that will kick me off this sports romance binge, and (d) your absolute heart-clenchingly favorite 20k+ Heated Rivalry fics.
(I read a bunch of HR fic after the show finished airing, and not really since. It's hard to find by kudos simply due to the massive volumes of kudos in this fandom and the bias towards popular fic posted earlier; I enjoyed various WAG-group-chat and epistolary/online media fics that I read early on, but at some point they started feeling a little repetitive and at this point what I'd really like is just: really fucking good long or semi-long fics that make you feel a lot of feels.)
Sisters and I have been living at my parents' place since last Sat; probably the longest we've lived under the same roof for years now, which has meant some nice bonding time. Every time there's an alarm we go down to the shelter, and for a few days watched The Swan Princess - childhood cartoon favorite - on the phone, one increment at a time, or did quizzes, or if it's in the middle of the night, just close our eyes or read.
We've been alternating between cooking and going to my aunt's for meals; she lives close by and has just been amazing, constantly inviting us over for large home cooked improvised meals; she's been hosting her daughter, son in law, and 4-5 grandchildren since the war started; the parents need to try to work during the day and schools and nurseries are of course closed, plus like us, especially with toddlers, her kids prefer staying at her house which has a shelter, rather than a Tel Aviv apt that doesn't. It's all very covid-vibes, working from home trying to keep the kids entertained, and when I visit I try to help, but really it seems incredibly exhausting (and I think, of course: good luck to future me).
This weekend was great. I drove to Tel Aviv to pick up some stuff, met a friend out at a coffee place and had a good reminder that there was still some life out there, managed to luck out on a day that didn't have any alarms when I was there. Bought olives at the market, and flowers, and cheese-stuffed-hibiscus flowers. When I got back home, spent the day reading and watching TV, just enjoying the fact that I could chill out at the house instead of feeling guilty that I wasn't managing to work productively from home. (Take today. I should be working now. But I am just absolutely unable to concentrate, gah.)
Ultimately I know I'm really lucky. I don't have kids to wrangle, I'm in a relatively chill area of the country, I'm in a spacious house with a shelter, and I get alerts a few minutes in advance. For reference; one of the guys I work with lives way up north, where they've been getting significantly more alarms then us, many of them (UAVs from the northern border) with significantly shorter alert times (less than a minute), and he's still cohabiting with his wife in the middle of a divorce, and she's been called up to reserve duty so he's alone with the kids who have no school, and he's in the town's emergency defense squad, and he's got to work through this as much as possible, managing an R&D team and all of the production bugs that go with it. For reference; another guy I work with is a Palestinian from Hebron, who doesn't have any shelter at all so just crosses his fingers every time there's an alarm, and I'm pretty sure only gets alarms because there's also a settlement in Hebron, as fucked up as that is. For reference; at least all of us are employed in jobs where we can work remotely, unlike various independent business owners who might just have to shut down until this is over. So basically: feeling guilty for not working as well as I can, but aware of my blessings.
The one productive thing I did today was manage to reschedule some medical tests which were canceled last week, so: success after being on hold/on phone calls for over an hour \o/
Health wise, I definitely feel like I've grown a bit in the past 1-2 weeks, esp feeling it in the evening. My appetite until now has been fine, but this week I've started to feel less well if I eat too much, with some... borderline acidity which I'm not sure if it's related to pregnancy or to having a cold, but am definitely hoping is related to the cold and that it will go away soon.
I have a short trip planned to the north in two weeks, which I was really looking forward to and really really hope won't end up being canceled due to the war.
TV: Am all caught up on Shrinking, The Pitt, Grey's (yes, still), most other shows I'm following. Started Young Sherlock, will probably continue. Started Vladimir, will probably not.
Raading: I have finished all of Ari Baran's books, have downloaded samples of basically every sports romance I could find recommended anywhere and am starting to explore them one by one, currently finishing E. L. Massey's Like Real People Do. Am definitely in the market for (a) sports romances you've loved recently, (b) general romances you've loved recently, (c) general novels you've loved recently that will kick me off this sports romance binge, and (d) your absolute heart-clenchingly favorite 20k+ Heated Rivalry fics.
(I read a bunch of HR fic after the show finished airing, and not really since. It's hard to find by kudos simply due to the massive volumes of kudos in this fandom and the bias towards popular fic posted earlier; I enjoyed various WAG-group-chat and epistolary/online media fics that I read early on, but at some point they started feeling a little repetitive and at this point what I'd really like is just: really fucking good long or semi-long fics that make you feel a lot of feels.)