Again a quiet night. On the way to Be’er Sheva this morning, I heard from people from Kibbutz Nirim about the direct hit they suffered yesterday. At home, talking, friends stepped outside for a minute and boom, the qassam landed where they’d been a moment before.
People in Be’er Sheva were advised that the Public Shelters had all been opened for them. So, I didn’t know what to expect when heading into Soroka Hospital’s Out-Patient zone. While waiting for my turn for a mammogram, the clinic TV was showing the residents of Ashkelon running for cover in the wake of rocket and mortar fire.
Running for cover is new for them and they were visibly in that other zone, where alertness, adrenaline and caution govern one’s mind. One day, we should discuss that other mindedness that occurs in conditions of super-reality.
In Be’er Sheva, it was a gorgeous sunny day. “Where is the nearest shelter,” I asked the technician at the clinic. “Right here,” she said. “My lucky day,” I replied, “that is, aside from the discomfort of the mammogram itself, I am safe and sound.” (Luck!)
The weather outside changed within seconds to cold and overcast. We hit the Negev Mall, Canion haNegev, which was not terribly busy. While doing some clothes shopping, the kids and I were receiving text messages constantly. The highway was closed, the highway was re-opened. The bus schedule had been resumed. We heard that families from Kibbutz Be’eri had decided to take a mini-vacation at Ein Gedi. We were told that other kibbutzim had a dearth of kids and Children’s Houses were empty. My daughter was being asked to come hang out at the Children’s House in Nir-Oz. My son was being asked for his whereabouts.
Soon enough, back on Nir-Oz, we were welcomed to warm, sunny weather. We’d missed some rainfall and very little else, apparently.
For the past hour or so, there have been some booms, but the exact location isn’t clear. Qassams are being aimed towards the Eshkol area, both audibly and verifiably via TV reporters.
This is today’s reality, something somewhat easier to handle than the slow guesswork of the past few years. Yet, we wait, wondering what’s in store.
School isn’t resuming tomorrow. We’re awaiting further instructions as to when we’ll begin again.