Every year in November I’m reminded of how lucky I am to live in Israel. When did I ever get to see olives being pressed in Manhattan? When could I ever be part of a pomegranate festival on the Upper West Side? Albeit I miss Zabars, Fairway and most of all – Bloomingdales – but
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I don’t live in New York anymore. So I can’t rely on falling leaves, fall colors, and road trips through New England to ascertain that its autumn. There are no Indian summers, hurricanes or rain storms here. I live in Israel, where its still warm and sunny and glorious. So what’s a girl to do?
Let’s start with the cats. We built our house four years ago and they were kittens hanging around the construction site (actually one papa and three babies). The workers started feeding them and I followed the tradition. I’ve never been much of a cat person, actually I used to have pretty serious allergies around cats,
They’ve left. Twenty-one days of non-stop in-house guests. Two old friends from New York decided to visit at the same time – separately and without knowledge of the other’s intent. One is a dear friend that I haven’t seen in three years. The other was an old friend that I hadn’t seen in twenty. It