In our neighborhood, it was customary to say "without involving parents."
Sometimes it seemed that "without parents" was the only sacred principle in the neighborhood, and no one dared to question its eternity.
But personally, over the years I have developed some heretical thoughts.
Since I'm parentless, I'm in favor of declaring "a parenting evening!"
And here, for example: compliments.
Compliments are a matter of taste, and what one considers a generous paragon, another may actually perceive as a scathing insult.
Compliments like: "You look really good for your age."
Or: "It actually turned out delicious."
And even: "My grandmother died on you."
And no less bad: "The full look sits on you stamp."
Paragons of this kind are good for silence, and most of us will prefer curses.
So how do you like your compliments?
Personally, over the years I have developed a deep fondness for compliments and praise that involve parents.
It can happen, say, at the end of a lecture.
A lady approaches.
She is neither young nor easy-going, and she looks at me as someone who recognizes something.
She does not say "I enjoyed", neither "was great" nor "was interesting" (also a compliment).
She says, "I'm sure your father up there is kicking you."
We talk a little, and I learn she knew her parents.
More from their youth.
From the movement.
From the training at the kibbutz.
Go know.
She came to the hall not to hear me, but to find out what was going on with Shmulik's child.
And it is important for her to approach and say something that in its more Jewish and emotional version will wear the phrase "Know that you do a lot of pleasure to the late mother / father".
When I was younger, and more arrogant, it might have offended me.
What suddenly landed, and what does it have to do with parents?
At a certain age no one likes to be told he looks like a parent.
Even if the mother was the beauty queen of the Jezreel Valley.
But sometime it changes, and since they are not, the words of praise that are most precious to me are the ones that claim I make them land up there.
I have no plausible explanation for this, and what is equally mysterious and magical is the fact that always around their days of remembrance such small greetings come to me, and make me happy. I wish it was important for me to make them happy in their lives, as it is important to me now.
Every year in the fall, around his anniversary, which is always a shaky and bare date, my dad comes back and sends me little greetings. I don't know how to explain it. But even this week, on the way to say Kaddish about Dad, Dror caught me and said something like: " Listen to a passage, my father claims that he was a friend of your father in Bnei Akiva. "Dror and I have known each other for several years, so why now?
Or the friends who sat seven on the mother of the family.
I came to comfort, as they say, but I heard to my amazement that once, a long time ago, my father courted her gracefully, and we all laughed at the possibility that I was born blond.
And that is, without too many superlatives, without solutions to old dramas or missing pieces of the puzzle that will never be completed, these dshs arrive. Always around the date.
• • •
16 years without Avi Mori, Shmuel Levy son of Rabbi Yaakov and Esther Solika, who all called him Shmulik.
And I want to point out that he was a man.
Which is an ingenious and accurate word that comes from Yiddish, and the demon knows where it went.
A man, that is, a person who can be trusted.
Someone who knows how to laugh at the right things and salute in awe of the right things.
In short, I thought these days my dad would laugh at me.
Why?
Well, because for a week and a half I, that is, we, on green smoothies in the morning, and all the dubious pleasure known as detoxification, an artist at the wedding of all our enemies.
Yes Yes.
who would believe.
In that place in the freezer, which once probably housed geraniums, kebabs and some bottle of arak to sit, now lies an algae called spirulina.
A cedar fell on a cedar, warriors learned a flute, and do not say in a winepress.
• • •
Belts, which are scientific, do not shrink in the wash.
If the old hole no longer closes on you, it's you and not him.
And what was said about the shirt that until recently rested on you loose and graceful, and now there is a nervous button that one deep breath might launch like a missile?
It is true that the corona - the only epidemic in human history that has caused obesity - can always be blamed - but where exactly will this accusation lead us?
So we set off on the butts and lentils.
A matter of two weeks.
Deep mental and stomach account.
And a tummy tuck is not simple.
It will be time to summarize this move properly, but in the meantime we will mention a few important points:
A. The art of evasion and repression. What has been said and what shall we say, the human psyche is a piece of stealth plane. Suppose you have taken it upon yourself to start a spicy diet, juice fasting, or whatever name you choose for the smoothie marathon that awaits you; And let’s say you decided to start from next Sunday. Well, from about Wednesday the brain becomes an insanely efficient plant for producing excuses of all kinds and types. You will find yourself mumbling nonsense and even believing in them. "I always get a little full on the holidays. By Hanukkah it will shrink," "Health is overrated," "This whole plan is a conspiracy by food mixers."
B.
humor.
Without healthy humor it is impossible to succeed.
It is said that the separation, even temporarily, of gluten and sugars causes nervousness, and this is true to death.
Well, on the fifth day of the series I found myself wiping chickpeas using carrot sticks.
That's how good I will be.
My ancestors and forefathers turned from their graves with laughter.
And if I were doing too much interest, indulging in insult and not joining in and laughing a little at myself (a tear-filled laugh), I don’t think I would have survived to tell.
third.
Priests of healthy food are sophisticated liars.
They fully understand the horror that grips you towards the gastronomic wilderness to which you step, but they have no shame or intention to truly thank.
Words can contain anything, and anything you grind can be considered flour.
If you can say "zucchini bread", then what's the problem with "corn ribs"?
"And you will be surprised to hear that there is also a beauty of desserts that you can treat yourself to. Here, for example, are the wonderful carrot and lentil (AA) dumplings I made, the texture of the truffles, hmmm, wonderful.
The kids licked the plate. "Sure. With dumplings like that, I, too, would have preferred to taste a plate, a Phillips screwdriver, or a tablespoon of plaster.
D.
Lentils.
Nutritionists love lentils.
Believe in and worship lentils.
According to my personal account, in the last two weeks I have been consuming lentils like a medium-sized province in India.
I ground lentil flour, made lentil crackers, and lentil tortillas, and you will surely be surprised to hear that the taste of lentil pancakes is exactly the same as anything else you make from lentils.
This diet is already giving me its signals.
I understand how it could be that a lone lens jumped a princess over a pile of mattresses.
She must have been after a series of detoxifications.
Lentils leap at me from old songs, Bible chapters and folk proverbs. There are lentils with a heart of stone, where there are more lentils, and where there are no lentils you will try to be.
shishabat@israelhayom.co.il
