6 am, Tuesday morning, Mommy: "Oh Raphaela, you have school today, Hooray!"
Raphaela: "Oh Mommy, I am feeling soooo sick (convincing crying), I really think it is better for me to stay home and play with you, just to be safe."
9:45 am, Tuesday morning, Text Message: "So very sorry, the Ministry of Education along with the teachers have decided that the school grounds are still unsafe and therefore, Gan is canceled for today."
9:50 am, Tuesday morning, Email: "Unless of course you parents are so desperate to get your kids back to school that you come to the play ground with shovels, put your back into it, and clear a safe path. Otherwise, closed."
10 am, Tuesday morning, Text Message: "Hi, this is the English Afternoon Class. Even if you don't have Gan in the morning, feel free to bring your kids to our regular session from 1:30-4:15."
12 noon, Tuesday, Email: "Hello fellow parents, we have worked very hard and the teachers are on their way, come on back to Gan, today!"
Mommy: "Raphaela, do you want to go to Gan and see everyone?"
Raphaela: "No. I don't want to walk in the snow and ice."
Mommy: "OK, then we will go to Tania's in the afternoon and you can see your friends at English Camp."
13:00, Tuesday: Raphaela and I set out on foot to her afternoon English program. A walk that should take less than ten minutes takes us close to a half hour.
13:30, Tuesday: I see one patient, the first time I have worked in close to a week since the snow started. A middle aged and supposedly educated Israeli woman asks me if she should clean the ice and snow on her porch with water. The younger former New Englander snorted, and wondered if Israel teaches the basic physics of ice-liquid water-steam.
14:15, Tuesday: I visit my friend, stuck in bed with a virus, and we hang out in her warm house until I must pick up Raphaela from nursery.
16:00, Tuesday: Walking home from Gan, Raphaela tells me that one of her classmates, "N," made fun of her picture of a snow man.