Tumor Humor and the Fifth Dimension: As time goes by... V, X OO

Hello everyone,

My book was almost completed... It is was time to find a suitable publisher... I am finding out it is not not an easy task, especially when the Corona Pandemic, seemed to be out of control... I have been busy helping my clients deal with their fears of this a new frightening decease, as well as taking care of my darling husband, whose health has been deteriorating fast...Karen with her baby girl,our beloved Eliya were staying with us since, Ilan the father, got stuck in Israel because of the pandemic...Our sweet Grand daughter, became the main source of joy, left for her poor, bed ridden grandfather; my dear husband Al... For quiet some time, I have been hearing the Nagging voice, of my Inner Critic, saying :"Don't you think it is about time to turn this blog into a book?!" "Who has extra time for it?" My 'Inner Complainer' was saying... But I could no longer ignore, the needs of my Inner writer, storyteller and Poet, nagging me to "Finally finish the book!"x One day I had a great idea; "Instead of starting to write a book, how about turning my Blog in to one! I can use what I have written so far, go ahead and do it!

There was plenty to write about... I clearly remembered the day when Al was watching the news about the new virus, which was spreading from China to the Far and Middle East, as well as to Europe, moving on to Africa, South America, the U.S, Canada, New Zealand and Australia... We were watching the over-crowded hospitals, with the exhausted Doctors and Nurses, who were trying to take care of the sick and the dying, looking as if they were on the verge of collapse themselves... The Schools, Malls, Stores as well as Theaters and Restaurants; were empty... Terrified people around the world were learning a new word: "Lock down"! Almost overnight Life as we knew it, began to change into an unfamiliar reality, of people with Masks standing in long lines for the Supermarkets, only to find most of the shelves bare and drive back home empty handed on the deserted freeways ...

Savta Shira

Grand child Eliya

Terrified people were locked up in their homes; hiding from the 'Corona Virus', the Unknown Monster, which came to darken our previous clear blue sky... I began the job of turning my blog into a book... My inspiration for my 'First Dairy', was Ann Frank; Just like her I was about twelve years old, when I began to write a dairy and kept on writing in a thick notebook with golden letters on the cover cover cover; Finlay 'graduating' to an old type writer and few years later, to an Electronic One, until we came to the age of Computers; just in time to begin writing my Blog which was the foundation or my future book...

Shortly after the Corona Virus arrived at the United States, I had a great idea! Since most people were staying home, afraid to get out of their houses, it may be a golden opportunity to go over the posts in my blog and begin to make the necessary corrections, in order to turn it into a book... My young friend Sean (whom I nicknamed "Sean-Sean") has been helping me with the technical part' of decorating the pages with photographs, which would help breaking the monotony of the written words and add some color to the story of my life... In a way this pandemic, especially the Lock down; arrived as a blessing, by giving me the time I need to turn my blog into a book... I have been sitting for hours (sometimes late into the night) going over the posts, changing sentences and correct spelling, as well as grammar mistakes (After all English is not my Mother's Tongue... )At my Inner Child's request (rather Nagging)I began 'decorating' the pages of this future book, with photographs and caricatures, in order to add some color and humor to some of the more Serious Topics... After all, moving from one state of being into another (3rd to the 5th Dimension) is not such a simple or easy matter...

As I review my blog, I come to realize, that (most of the time) I had a good and blissful life; where my 'dreams', wishes and expectations were (almost always ) fulfield X Above all, I am fortunate to have my grand daughter Eliyah, who has been filling my heart with love and joy, especially after her Grandfather (Papa) my husband Al past away... I am so happy that Al was fortunate enough, to enjoy our precious Eliyah, for the last three years of his life! I often think about the week before Al's passing, celebrated his 85th birthday at home. Al was sitting in his large armchair, supported by pillows with Karen, myself and a handful of family members sitting around him... When his favorite chocolate cake arrived, we started to sing: "♪ Happy birthday dear Papa.♪.. Eliyah put a piece of cake in Al's mouth licking the left chocolate from her small fingers... I was watching him looking at her with a smile, his eyes full of tenderness and love, and I had to wipe my tears... Several days after Al's passing, we celebrated Eliya's third birthday... After all, "Life must go on!" Karen and I where telling each other, wiping our tears...

A few mouths after starting kindergarten, Ellie decided to wear "A different shoe on each foot!" When I tried to convince her that people do not do that, she told me:" I Do Savta! It is My Style!" After several attempts of trying to talk my 'stubborn granddaughter' to "Please change your shoes!" and receiving the powerful and final answer: "No! I already told you Savta, this is My Style now!" I decided to give up:"If you can't win - join in!" I told myself and decided to "copy" Ellie's "style", by wearing shoes of different colors as well; to her great delight! By the way people have been saying that Eliyah looks very much like me (to my great delight!) But she insists she looks like "Ima", her mom...

About a year after Al's passing a welcomed addition joined our tiny family...His name is Gregory (Karen's "New Man") Greg is adored by Karen and Eliyah, as well as by me, who is delighted to look at this Loving Triangle... Observing the three of them together and witnessing their playful interaction is now 'My Moment of Happiness!' X This "Threesome loving combination", is a wonderful answer for my "Grand Motherly" prayers... Seeing them together, helps me deal with the emptiness, which was left in my heart after losing Al, my husband of fifty yeas...


Karen and Greg		Ellie's shoe style	'Savta' "Copying" Ellie's style	The Happy Family!

I would like to share with you dear readers, several amazing photographs, sent by an anonymous reader of my blog... These photos took me back many years ago, to the time I was serving in the military, where I was in-charge of 'Reserved Solders' and call them in case of an attack by one (or more) of our 'next door' Arab countries'... I was sitting at my desk, in front of the only small window in the room, looking at the walls, which were "decorated" from floor to ceiling, with files of Reserved Solders, who were the troops of soldiers, who completed their two years, of military service and were required, to attended "Training" once a year, in order to be ready for Mobilization, in case of an attack, by one of our three 'Neighbors' Egypt, Jordan and Syria... These Arab countries, never liked our "Little Jewish Israel" very much and tried to destroy our "Tiny adorable Israel" Three Times and Failed!... The whole world (except the Arabs) were celebrating with us, our Victory! I often go to the one window, in my small office (one room only) and look through the one window, at the beautiful and peaceful blue Mediterranean Sea, wishing I could escape my dreary office and go for a refreshing swim, in the inviting blue water of the Mediterranean Sea below and get away for a while, from the grey and choking room I have been locked in...X"I felt as if I am a Prisoner here!"x I complain to my superior officer, who smiled his fatherly smile:X"Shiral'e, our small country needs you now!"x I felt guilty, because I loved this adorable little country, were my parents and I were born and would gladly protect it, even if I have to fight against all our hateful neighbors!

After my commanding officer left the room, I stood up, walked to the window and took in a deep breath of salty air... Walked back to my desk and looked at the paper work in front of me... I then took a blank peace of paper and began to write a poem; as I often did, when I felt 'down' and 'alone' The only thing I remember from this poem, is one line:"Butterflies, are flowers, yearning to be free"... XThe following photos, may be such flowers, which amazingly resemble people, babies, birds, monkey and hearts... Most probably such flowers always existed, but were not noticed, until this one incredible and unknown photographer, brought them to our attention...Unfortunately, I was unable to find the source of these amazing photos, so I could to acknowledge, congratulate and thank the gifted artist, who took them...