"Sexy mama" spent rocket

Sexy in polka-dotted "skirt" - and look at those red lips!

Today, back in Sderot, I limped and shlepped around to government offices, getting ready to apply for unemployment, disability, food handouts, and emergency government business assistance for war-zone business owners. Whew! Now I have finally entered the netherworld of war-zone citizens who have come to the point of needing government support.

Really it is hard to get clients these days, and when I get them, my head is spinning from lack of sleep after nights of bombing that compounds the general stress I feel when sending my son out, for example, to synagogue, only to hear the code red sirens and hope he ran into some on-street bomb shelter fast enough. Moses is only 11. He is brave. But my work is very affected. Imagine trying to decipher Japanese legalese in that situation. Japanese lawyers are sure known for their predisposition to write each contract clause as a single sentence, sometimes running on for hundreds of words, and in need of a reverse sentence order when translated into English. So generally this is a losing proposition. Even my "law school" work is impeded by this situation. And knowing that many others are suffering does not help. Knowing that this is really nothing at all compared to the situations of the mothers in Gaza, that is just another heartbreak in a sense. I have to think about this some more, and whether I can still feel empathy for them, after they raised sons whose whole mission in life is to kill my sons.

Anyway, back to the sexy rocket picture. This is a decoration in the welfare office, next to the front door. I see it as defiance against those brutal islamists who would turn our women to mourners, and who would control their own women to the extreme, and who would effectively kill and maim their own children, and who would of course never allow polka-dots.