I am all about the expectations! Sure I love the actual moment but I really come alive in the planning. I was thrilled yesterday morning to be up early, showered and ready to fill the refrigerator for the coming blizzard. Now it wasn’t just a thrill, I was worried about a loss of power. Glueing myself to TV weather was probably not a smart thing, given the fact that their calls for BLIZZARD was a bust in our area, but I believed and I canceled my Monday plans to get out and Fairway was a breeze at 8AM with fully stocked shelves. I was in and out in a flash, just as the snow was starting to get serious.
I was home, refrigerator filled with essentials, book in hand in a perfect silence with Tuvia out racing through his work routine to be home earlier than usual.
I am loving the WWII novel, All the Light We Cannot See and I”m forcing myself to take time with it, to savor the writing and breathe into the characters. Probably today I will coming to its climax but reading it on my Kindle, I’m never totally sure when I will be ending. I like the mystery.
Of course, it wasn’t just about the book yesterday. There was time for eating into the Fairway loot and Tuvia time huddled together around my computer clicking around Netflix for a good flick.
We found The Attack, a movie we had seen when it came out in the theater but we were up to revisit it.
Here’s a bit of the plot:
Amin Jaafari (Ali Suliman, Paradise Now) is an Israeli Palestinian surgeon, fully assimilated into Tel Aviv society. He has a loving wife, an exemplary career, and many Jewish friends. But his picture perfect life is turned upside down after a suicide bombing in a restaurant leaves nineteen dead, and the Israeli police inform him that his wife, Sihem (Reymonde Amsellem, Lebanon) who also died in the explosion, was responsible. Convinced of her innocence, Amin abandons the relative security of his adopted homeland and enters the Palestinian territories in pursuit of the truth. Once there, he finds himself in ever more dangerous places and situations. Determined, he presses on seeking answers to questions he never thought he would be asking. (c) Cohen Media
The second time was even better, more tragically romanic and sad about what a lack of resolution looks like and costs.
We held each other as the credits rolled and as we headed to bed, I hoped that the true snow day would be as good as the planning.
Looks like it could be even better now that life is returning to normal sooner than we expected.