Unity will prevail: A well-known joke says that after a few days abroad, you realize that we have everything here and there is nothing like it in Israel, and therefore the Israeli tries to return and return and repeat the experience of returning to the country.
We are in a period of deep divisions, starting with the rift in the Lithuanian public, continuing with the growing voices in Shas, and ending with all sorts of groups at the municipal level that are dividing themselves.
And finally, everyone will run as always, for the sake of unity.
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Pasta in Salo: As he does from time to time, Bibi invited the Haredi representatives to an "update meeting" that is all about taking the pulse of the Haredi. So, it's true, we promised "get kiritut" but "returning one's ex-wife" is also a mitzvah that should not be underestimated.
And the Haredi's hesitation is not easy. On the one hand, replacing Lapid in the government would be a great success and no less a great salvation for the Haredi public, which is groaning under the decrees of Lapid and Piron and Co.
On the other hand, such a move could give the collapsing Lapid time to rehabilitate himself from the opposition benches, increase hatred of the ultra-Orthodox, and return to the new elections with renewed strength.
And on the other hand, waiting for the government to collapse and the upcoming elections leaves a lot of things to chance: how many seats each faction will receive, what the balance of power will be, and who will guarantee that Bibi will even need our fingers, and it is a well-known fact that it is better to have a bird in the hand than a bird on a tree. In short, it is not a simple dilemma.
But in all this, it's worth remembering one simple thing: Bibi, like Bibi, is only exploring options and using us as a stick to threaten the rebellious partners.
So if we are like that village woman carrying a basket of eggs on her head and planning for the chicks to hatch and the success that comes our way, then good luck.
Just remember, please, not to bend over...
We run: I remember my sins today. Over the years since my marriage, I have changed quite a bit.
From a guy of average build and even athletic, I slowly began to round out, as is the custom of important homeowners. Only the trend continued and continued until I rose from "a little full" through "full" to "chubby" to "fat" by all accounts.
The environment here and there gently commented, good friends were a little more direct, and the aunts had already begun to mention the health problems that fat people are at high risk of developing.
From there I was invited to a running group with an instructor. The instructor apparently claims that anyone of any physical fitness can reach 10 km of continuous running in just 4 months. As someone who is out of breath after climbing three floors, this seemed extremely presumptuous to me, and as a challenge, I decided to check it out for myself, and who knows, maybe we'll be "as new as ever.".
And so, one weekday I found myself early in the morning standing with several friends at the entrance to a park, waiting for the first workout.
The instructor didn't say much and simply announced that we were going to do a 40-minute workout consisting of brisk walking combined with light jogging. And voila, we were off.
So these are my impressions from the first round: In the first ten minutes I think to myself, it's nothing, I can do this easily.
Over the next ten minutes, my body begins to complain and I look at my friends around me, wondering if I'm the only one suffering here.
In the third tenth, my lungs start whistling like a particularly tired train engine, and I'm sucking on the remnants of the self-respect of a guy who was once considered the athlete of the bunch.
In the last quarter, the brain has already come into action, it realizes that there is a serious problem of self-esteem here and offers a variety of solutions. Excellent excuses for why I should stop right now and leave the scene of the crime, somehow during the internal debate the training ended with me trailing a little behind but still within the group.
The guide complimented everyone and recommended appropriate clothing and running shoes, and your loyal servant couldn't help but ask if he also had a recommendation for the type of oxygen tank for me.
From this week onwards, I will share with you my experiences with running.
In short, it's going to be a wonderful journey or an embarrassing farce, those who follow will know the answer.
