This Sukkah Goes With Us

This is likely the last time I’m putting thus Sukkah on my deck. Next year, ImYH, we build it outside of Kibuts Galuyot 5. We cleared the tree branches above the Sukkah. Don’t know yet how much three branches cost to remove. But they were removed by hand, the guy climbing into the branches with two ropes, one red, one brown, and suspending himself above the branch. Tying off the branch. And raising his chain saw to cut the branch. What a spectacle. And that was before Yom Kippur by one hour.

The Sukkah was built. It was small. But Kol fit in nicely for her first Sukkot holiday. And we had fun. More on that when I get a pic from Ori.

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Office space, you always need more

Can I get this for our new backyard?

I know there’s very little space around the back of the building, but this is like a Sukkah right? It’s so cute. And just the thing for getting a way and focusing on .. on … work?

Now to depersonalize the house

We’re told that we have to depersonalize the house to make it more inviting to those who will consider it for purchase. Remove family pictures, any items that make it hard for someone to see themselves in the house. That’s going to be a lot of work. This is just the piano. If we twirl around and look at any other corner of the house, the images you see are all of us, our family our cousins. Everyone.

Well. At some point soon, it will be time to box it up. Take it all and put it away for a while. I don’t want to show the house too soon. It might just sell. How long do we wait? How long do we wait to start packing.

I started a project manager. I wonder if it will bring clarity to what we need to do. I started to list some items, like renewing our passports, and guess what. I got that damn application all filled out! Today. That’s one item checked off.

Aliyah count down!

Plans are, one year from now, to be in Jerusalem. A year to plan, a year to prepare. But oy. we’ve got 30 years of collectibles to archive or lose or unshackle. Really, what do we need for the future? It’s a question that come up again and again as we look at each item of our lives, the stuff we’ve collected all about us.

I’m writing here and it’s my archive. What does all this stuff mean to me. Will it come into the next phase, or must it remain, hide, part of our memory.

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