funtobealive

the last month was not the busiest in funtobe’s life, and that is putting the thing in a major understatement clothing. anyway nothing like having some time at hand for contemplating on the meaning of the funtobenes. why is the funtobe always so pessimistic\ seeing the empty half of the glass?
well, some will say it is a defense mechanism  against disappointments. ( on a completely different level- i always wondered why appointment is not the opposite of disappointment. think about it….). but if we all agree on basic few round rules it truly doesn’t make any since to be pessimistic.
well- if we live only once, and there is no after life, and no 70 virgins are waiting with their legs wide open, that means that statistically and logically speaking it is better to hope for the best. or in the more existentialist words- if everything anyway doesn’t matter- than why not sit back and enjoy the ride?
well, behind this simple question hides the true and ugly nature of the funtobe-
we enjoy suffering more than we enjoy having fun. i know it sounds like S&M, and it is kind of an emotional S&M. ( feechs indeed.),  i think “we called the boy in its true name”.  did anyone see my whip and handcuffs?

funtobe and tigerlily were going on a short road trip to the lower Galilee last weekend, to a place called “the secret pool”. of course it was probably the hottest day of the summer with temperatures around the 100 degrees. we were picked up by my brother and his sons, one of them in the very unattractive age of 5. my silly brother came 20 minutes to early which made the whole getting out of the house pretty hectic. we started driving north in his old mazda, 20 min out of the city a terrible noise scarred us all and tilted us a bit. we realized one of the tiers exploded in the middle of the highway. the good news was that we were not so far away from a service exit. the bad news was that for some reason my brother was sure that he didn’t have a spare tier… he did have a spare tier but no wrench to open the screws. so funtobe had to look for the first mazda owner coming to fuel and asking him for his wrench. ( how exotic and stimulating to ask someone for his wrench….) in the meanwhile tigerlily was baby-sitting 2 israeli kids without speaking a word of hebrew. in the end we managed to continue to the “secret pool”. when one thinks of a secret pool in the Galilee, on e probably thinks of something ancient or natural, but this pool is actually a completely normal swimming pool located in the most amazing surrounding. in the middle of nowhere between olive groves and the sky- lovely indeed. well, after 2 hours and a half of driving we finally arrived there. the problem was that the fucking thing was closed! i can’t find strong enough words to describe the disappointment. they did have a small 400 years old pool filled with natural stream water open. but after driving for 2.5 hours in this heat, the little puddle gave only little comfort. because my brother couldn’t have called and asked if they are open! at least the kids had fun.