Life in these territories

I just spent 45 minutes sitting in my car, waiting to enter the yishuv. It wasn't traffic that was blocking the entrance; it was politics. Today, the inspectors for the building freeze came for a visit. For reasons unknown to me, they feel the need to enter with fanfare: policemen, border police, riot gear, jeeps, the whole shebang. They closed off all entry to the yishuv, causing a massive backup in both directions. I had a car full of groceries. Thankfully, there was none of the ice cream we like in the store, so that was not a problem. David jumped out the car to see what was going on, and to help keep things under control, and I climbed into the driver's seat. I guess I actually enjoyed a bit of the quiet-sitting-down-nothing-to-do time. I listened to some music, not too shabby. But there it is. Politics are not just in the newspaper. Why did they have to make such a big deal about their arrival? Why not just enter quietly and do what they needed to do (which is likely what happened, while the large police presence distracted the hotter heads here, keeping them by the entrance while the inspectors made their way around the yishuv.)?! It kind of seems like everyone is looking for trouble, from the PMO on down. And exactly what is this freeze accomplishing? Giving the PA more incentive to be even more intractable and demanding. People here are suffering and facing financial loss, but hey, who cares about evil settlers anyway?

This was really not food related. It will probably need some editing later, so don't be surprised if it changes or disappears altogether. But my groceries did make it home in one piece, and nothing seems to have spoiled, B"H. It's all good. Except for what's not.

Dvora