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As I've mentioned, I recently returned from a trip to the Middle East. It was definitely a trip of a lifetime. As part of a group, I visited important cultural and historical sights in Israel and Jordan.

Why did I go? (Most of you will feel this is an unnecessary question.) As a person who was raised in the Presbyterian church and is now steeped in the Jewish culture from the school where I have worked for ten years,  the allure of being in many of the sites integral to Bible history was very compelling. Add to that the opportunity to travel for two weeks with Sue, the best friend of my childhood, as well as her dear sister Joanne, who has made her profession as a pastor,  made the trip a not-to-be-missed adventure.

I was not disappointed. The "Holy Land" was rich in cultural experience. My reconnection with Sue and Joanne was fun. My son refers to Joanne as "The Irreverent Reverend." As such, she, Sue and I never let some slightly wacky comment slip by us. At the same time, Joanne, as well as our very well-informed guide, filled us in on every necessary commentary about every place we visited.

As it happened, both our guide in Israel as well as our guide in Jordan, were Arabic. Both were also Christian, as befits the leader of a Christian tour. Sometimes it seemed a little strange to me to be in Israel and not have a Jewish-Israeli guide, but there are an awful lot of Palestinians in Israel. I think most of us appreciated his point of view. They did actually try very hard not to share personal viewpoints with us, concentrating instead on history.

And what was that history? Jews entered the land some 3200 years ago, escaping the slavery of Egypt. They have inhabited the land for most of the rest of time, battling everyone, including Samarians, Philistines, Romans, and mis-guided Crusaders. While dwelling in Europe, they faced the fascists with their holocaust. Today they have a violent and unstable relationship with the neighboring Arabic countries, not to mention the Palestinians living within the boundaries of the present State of Israel. History, intensive border controls, and barbed wire pretty much speak for themselves.

In the course of the trip I soaked up sights of the people of the area. I took pictures. I bought knick-knacks with Jewish motifs as well as Arabic ones. I even facebook friended our guide in Jordan.

The question now is, if Big Brother is watching--and I'm fairly certain he is-- where does that put me? If you review our Jordanian guide's facebook page, you will see Arabic messages--hopefully innocuous ones--written in Arabic script and showing people in traditional kafiyas (head scarves) and robes.

On another front, another son is traveling through Tanzania, Kenya, and Ethiopia presently. In light of the recent murder of non-muslim passengers on a bus in that very same region only one day before his own planned trip of the same nature, I jokingly reminded the son to review his Koran. Does this make me look like an extremist Muslim?

For all you Homeland Security people out there: I am not a threat! I do not follow the Islamic faith. I may have bought a piece of ceramic art adorned with Arabic writings from the Koran. It was pretty,; what can I say. I am not a Muslim.
And what if I were? Should that matter to you?
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After traveling the world to expand my mind and experience about the Middle East, I landed with a thump at home in sunny Southern California to find:

  • The furnace won't come on. Fortunately this is SoCal, so the house only goes down to about 62 at night. The bad news is that inside it only climbs to about 65 during the day. Time for permanent sweat shirt/pants wearing! Tobin has said that google makes a nice thermostat and that he is going to get one for us. I do know our thermostat is on the blink. What I'm not sure about is whether the furnace is really functioning properly, too.

  • The garbage disposal is busted. This is especially inconvenient as there are several items that got fuzzy in the fridge while I was gone. Now we've resorted to tossing them into the trash, or toilet if they are too liquidy.

  • Oscar said that our new front door handles stopped allowing him to lock the door. He solved this by removing a plate which covers the point at which the deadbolt enters the opposing door.  The dealer has promised us that the electronic locking mechanism (which also has never worked) will be replaced for free. All I have to do is send them a check for the correct amount to cover their expenses in case we never return the defective one. Unfortunately, HE has never informed me how much the check should be written for. I talked to him about this once before we left on the Israel trip, and again as soon as we returned, one week ago now. Still waiting. All this is after having the installers mount the door handles one side 1/4 inch higher than the other. They came back and "fixed" it, but it probably led to this newer problem.So much for investing in "nice" doors.

  • Not as much of a bother, but Eric, who constantly rails against us for having too much clutter, has moved much of his own stuff into our house in preparation for moving out of his place while he house hunts. Good thing I did some important clearing up before Meredith arrived. Now there's more room for Eric's clutter! Consequently our living/dining area is filled with military memorabilia, flags, model helicopters and space shuttle, and a shrine to fallen Marines in the form of a small table set with a USMC plate and silver. The backyard is now a Stonehenge of large exercise equipment. And his room upstairs has a large array of guns. (I've become a little paranoid about "Big Brother" reading things I post on Facebook. Not sure if they'll pick this post up too. If so, I'm screwed.)

Our weather here has been glorious. On my return last Tuesday, I noted that the entire country all the way from Philly to the Rockies was coated with snow.
Now focusing on Thanksgiving. We'll be going up near Lake Tahoe to visit the whole fam at Mike's gf's Victorian house. It's over a 10 hour drive, but it should be fun and actually what I've always wanted to do, that is, go somewhere for Thanksgiving. Looking forward to seeing all my brothers, their families, and especially our son who has very recently returned to California after living several years in Germany. Oh, and of course snuggling with his Little Dog! (Advice, approach cautiously with doggie biscuits, an enticing voice, and don't attempt to pat her suddenly. Next thing you know, she'll want to sleep somewhere under your covers down near your feet. But that's only if her one and only, Tobin, is not available for the same service.)

Happy Holidays Everyone!

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