From 20 Floors Above

We laid sod in our yard on July 23, which means we have had grass for 37 days. In those 37 days, our upstairs neighbors have contributed a number of interesting and not-so-interesting things to the new look of our yard. Some of their contributions were intentionally thrown out their windows or balconies, while other things were simply blown from said windows or balconies.

Each morning is a new adventure, almost a treasure hunt, as I lay out the water hoses and see what kinds of things I’ll find. So, far, this is what I’ve found:
Apple: 1, half eaten;
Baby wipes: countless;
Balls: 3;
Burger and fries meal: 1, half eaten;
Cigarette butts: countless;
Coffee cups: 11, paper;
Coke bottles: 2, 1.5 liter plastic;
Cotton swabs: 7, used;
Disposable diapers: 2, used;
Dog food bowl: 1, steel;
Food container: 1, plastic (Tupperware-like);
Glass vase: 1, broken;
Gum: 2, chewed; 1, un-chewed;
Hair removal wax: 1 blob, hair included;
Latex glove: 1
Lollipops: 2, half eaten;
Peach: 1, half eaten;
Peach Pits: 2;
Plum: 1, half eaten;
Popsicle wrappers: 3;
Receipts: 2;
Rubber snake: 1, small;
Shekels: 100;
Toilet paper: used #2;
T-shirt: 1, mens;
Tuna cans: 2, empty;
Underwear: 1, boys;

Happy 42nd

We combined family day with my birthday and went to the zoo today. It was really sunny and hot and the animals were secluding themselves in the shade, so there wasn’t much to see. But just getting out with the family is a great gift, one for which I am very thankful.

After the zoo, we went to Spaghett’im downtown. I had my usual: spaghetti with meat sauce. I guess it’s a holdover from my childhood. Back then I always chose Spaghetti Warehouse as my birthday restaurant. That was before it had expanded into a chain restaurant and I think it was better back then. Every year, I chose the same dish: spaghetti with meat sauce. I think one time I chose meat balls, but it wasn’t as enjoyable for me. The spaghetti was good, but I think my favorite part of the meal was the sourdough bread. Wow, I would like to have a bite of that right now!

The atmosphere of the original location was great: the San Francisco trolley, the game area with “antique” popcorn cart in the front, drinking from jars. All neat stuff. I think the next time we are in Dallas, I’ll take the girls for a survey trip to The Old Spaghetti Warehouse. I wonder if it is as good as it used to be.

More fun stuff: After dinner, the girls made me a carrot cake (my favorite) and sang happy birthday. This has been a great day.

A Wedding Dress

Before we were married, Colleen was living in Czech Republic and I was living in Israel. Since we planned to live in Israel after our wedding, we decided that Colleen would bring her stuff to Israel and then, we would fly to Texas for our wedding. Our flight out of Israel was exactly 12 hours after Colleen arrived from Czech Republic, which isn’t quite enough time to see the sights.

When we arrived in Texas, very few details for our wedding remained to be arranged since most were either taken care of abroad, or, alternatively, by friends in Texas. Among the details that were managed from abroad was Colleen’s wedding dress, which she had custom made in Czech Republic. It was beautiful, inexpensive and hand carried. We didn’t take the chance of having it damaged or lost in checked baggage; and it came in handy as we went through airport security at Ben Gurion Airport in Tel Aviv.

Usually, Israel is a destination point, not a transit country. That being the case, I suspected that her flying from Czech Republic to the United States via Switzerland and Israel might raise some serious concerns for the security team at Ben Gurion. Particularly, if she was in Israel only 12 hours. That’s just not a normal route.

When our turn came to go through security at Ben Gurion, we approached the counter expecting to be given the “full treatment.” It seemed reasonable given our particulars: we’re not Jewish, we’re not Israeli, and Colleen had only been in the country 12 hours. The agent who handled us was thorough, but courteous, which was appreciated. As he quickly moved from question to question, he finally arrived at the standard, “where are you going and why” questions.

“Well, we’re going to Texas to get married,” I answered. He smiled as if he had finally found a chink in our armor and asked,”Can you prove that you’re going to Texas to get married.” As quickly as I noticed the look in his eye, the answer came to me: “I can’t prove that we’re going to get married, but we do have a pretty good clue. She has her wedding dress!” I responded. “Can I see it,” he countered as we seemed to be sparring now. So, with great fanfare, I “jabbed” him: “Sure! But in our tradition, I can’t see her dress before the wedding, so give me a chance to turn around!” Colleen pushed the garment bag toward our interrogator as I spun away. The timing was so perfect it had to be choreographed. But it wasn’t.

Apparently weakened by my ability to verbally spar, or more likely realizing that we were telling the truth, he delicately opened the bag just enough to peak inside. Upon recognizing that it was, in fact, a wedding dress, he blushed and quickly zipped the bag closed and said, “Okay, you can go.” And, as quickly as he zipped the bag closed he covered our bags with security stickers and moved us on to the ticket counter.

That was it: One of our easiest journeys through airport security. The interview lasted only a few minutes and the issue of Colleen’s 12 hour transit in Israel never came up. I felt victorious. Colleen was just happy that I didn’t get us dragged into the back room for the extra special attention offered to shady characters.

Next stop: Newark.

Guess Who Called Tonight

In the unlikely event that you guessed former Prime Minister Bibi Netanyahu, you would be absolutely correct. As you might imagine, I was quite surprised to hear him say, “Bibi Netanyahu is speaking.” But when it sank in, I hung up on him like I do every telemarketer.

Yes, the political season is once again upon us and Bibi has a recorded message warning us of the terrible dangers of the left and the dramatic need to elect him. I know this because the second time he called (about 30 minutes after the first time), I listened a bit longer so that Colleen could hear him. She was a little skeptical when I told her Bibi had called, so it was good that he called back.

Lest you think I’m being too harsh on Bibi, you may be comforted to know that I’m an equal opportunity “hanger-upper” when it comes to telemarketers – ANY telemarketers. Recently, I was told to expect a test call for a telemarketing project that our church may undertake. My response: “If they call me, I’ll hang up on ’em.” So, it matters not if you are a former prime minister hustling votes, a church trying to recruit me, or you are selling the latest greatest whatever, I’ll hang up on you. So, don’t call – especially if you are a recording.

A Big Real Estate Developer Goes Under

Last week, Heftsiba, one of the largest developers in Israel may have gone bankrupt. I say may have, because they haven’t officially filed for bankruptcy, but the signs seem to be very apparent.

As it turns out, our new apartment is part of one their development projects. So, although we (or, actually, our landlord) are much more fortunate than many of our would be neighbors, we will feel some of the effects of Heftsiba’s financial woes.

Our new apartment is one of 58 apartments in a 22 floor tower. And our tower is one building within a 6 building complex at the entrance of an area of Jerusalem between Ramat Rachel and Bethlehem, called Har Homa.

Our tower is about 60% occupied, and the other 5 buildings in our complex were 0% occupied. I say “were” because on Thursday morning before security arrived, people started taking up residence in apartments they had purchased from Heftsiba. (News of the potential collapse of Heftsiba started circulating late Wednesday PM and throughout the night.) Even without water and electricity, they were staking their claim, attempting to show residence, which means the developer has to go to court to get them out. From what I overheard down on the street, the “squatters” were trusting that their receipts of payment and technically residing in the building would save their large financial investment, which in some cases was more than $300,000.

It’s a complicated issue to understand, particularly for an outsider, but from what I understand, those who haven’t formally received the keys to their apartments, will most likely never get possession of those apartments even though they have paid for them. In Israel, receipt of the keys is the formal process of transferring ownership from the developer to the buyer.

In an effort to show sympathy for their plight and to find out more information, I have gone down and circulated among the most effected people on a number of occasions. I’ve been able to talk with a few of them and even meet some of the greatly relieved tenants of our building, all of whom have said with a sigh of relief, “Just last week we got our keys.”

As a result of this new development, some of the promised amenities for our building will apparently not be realized. We have three elevators in our building, but only one is open. I’ve been told that the other two will not be opened now. Apparently, the planned fitness center will not be completed either. Finally, the dues to a general building fund for upkeep of the building may increase since the original amount was based on a certain number of occupants, which apparently will not be realized now. That may mean an increase of about $75 per month for us, but that is yet to be determined.

I feel kind of weird even mentioning these things because they are, at most, mere inconveniences for us. And nothing compared to those who haven’t received their keys and may have lost everything.

You can read some of the local (English) press reports on this story at:
JPost
Ha’Aretz
Arutz7

UPDATE:
According to this JPost report, Bank HaPoalim (our bank) is going to ask the court to release all of Heftziba’s assets to the bank. Additionally, they may try to faciliate the completion of the various building projects, which may be good news for all parties concerned.

More from Ha’Aretz.

(08-06-07)UPDATE:
This JPost article gives a better explanation of the process, though, they mention a 15% deposit, which doesn’t match the numbers I’m getting from the would-be homeowners in our neighborhood.

(08-07-07)UPDATE:
This Ha’Aretz article offers some good news for those who haven’t yet received their keys.