My body scratches, I have this terrible feeling that my hair, my eyebrows and my skin is etching, as if I got lice all over me. This is the ultimate sign that summer is definitely here. Michael and Daniel are asleep, and I am sitting in my darkened yard, so that I will now wake them up, starting my new blog in English, and thinking about Pride.
Tel Aviv is full of parties and tourists. The dating applications and sites are bursting with sexy guys, all of them half-naked, showing their six-packs. But I am at home. I can not go out, because my neighbour next door, Ilana, who is the single person I leave my kids with, aside of my father, is already asleep as well. She has just finished her baby sitting shift, between 18.00-22.30, while I was teaching my students of creative writing in The Open University of Tel Aviv.
I planed to take my boys tomorrow to the Pride happening at Gan Meir. There will be a family compound there, with Gymboree and stuff. But the weather is going to be very hot and humid, and I prefer to spend the morning in writing rather than watching my kids at the Gay Pride Parade, being frustrated that I can not taste none of the guys there, nor write.
I might take them to the end of the parade, in late afternoon. It will be at the south beach of Tel Aviv, in a walking distance from our home. This is what I did last year. I used the Baby carriages to taker them there, show them the big crowd of Father’s friends, and let the guys see us, a proud family of a single father and beautiful twins.
Today was a difficult day for me. usually I write at Thursdays. But I have been asked to give a lecture on the Jewish prostitution at Buenos Aires (1860-1930), in Ben Zvi Institute for the studies of Jewish communities in the East. I went there an hour earlier so that I will get 30 minutes for writing. I am now working on the editor’s version of my next novel and write scenes to answer her wise and highly precise comments on my novel. But the traffic in Tel Aviv was terrible, I could not find a parking place, and finally entered the hall in which my audience was waiting, gasping for air.
After I finished my lecture I drove straight to the kindergarten to take my boys home. They stay there only between 08.00-13.30 daily, because I do not want them to be there until 16.30 as all of their friend do, I belive they should eat home mad food which I cook daily and have a good afternoon nap. This is not possible in the kindergarten.
So we got home, had the daily fight about eating desert before or after their meal, and finally went to sleep.
I woke up at 16.15, and had to prepare their supper. This time I made a home-made pizza. While the pizza was in the oven I took off the laundry that dried nicely during this morning, and then rushed to my class Fortunately I had 12 minutes before class, ao I sat at the cafeteria and wrote about the dream I had two days ago – That I have two more twins, this time two daughters I feed them with tiny little bottles of milk substitute, and than I jumped sixteen years later – it seems so easy in dreams – and find myself in the back sit of my car. Daniel is driving, Michael sits aside him. They are 20 years old now. I squeeze in the back sit, between my two beautiful daughters, 16 years old. They are both cheerful, and I am the happiest father on earth. I have succeeded to fulfil my ultimate dream and become a single father of four.
It too me 11 minutes to write this, including considerations in which circumstances I will dare do this, and then I started my class, about POV, zooming in and out from your story, etc. But during the half an hour in which my students wrote their class assignment I also wrote two scenes in my novel in progress. I must finish it a.a.a.p, so that it will be published before December 2016.
When I got home Michael was asleep, but Daniel greeted my cheerfully, fully awake. He said he is still hungry, and actually wanted to converse with me as long as possible before going to sleep.
Only after he went to bed I could go out with a cup of coffee, cigarettes (I do not smoke at home) and my portable, and begin this blog.
I believe this is enough to give you a notion about my life at the moment. as a writing DanMom. Good night, and see you soon.
Ilan.
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