Thursday, August 08, 2013
I'm getting in touch with what it must feel like to be pre-literate. I can neither read nor write Hebrew, so it's hard to function in this place sometimes. Today on my walk there was a Hebrew sign in my path. I wondered if it was telling me something like "GO BACK! THIS PATH IS CLOSED TODAY!" I just ventured forth, hoping for the best.
Luckily, there are many signs in English, but I actually thought there would be more. I'm trying to practice a few letters each day so that I can decipher a few words. I'd like to know if the shop down the street sells falafels or lampshades. I showed Koby some of my writing efforts and he said, "Well, you write like a first grader."
I always have scoffed when people say that different fonts are difficult for kids to decode, but now I get it. Sometimes I try to decipher a sign using my alphabet sheet and I can't find any of the letters on the sheet because of the wonky style in which they're written.
Each night Husbandman and I get out the Hebrew book, but usually we just skip pages laughing in disbelief as we read over the headings, "That's too hard. There's no way," or "We'll never get to the point where we'll actually know how to use this." Then we work on a NYT crossword puzzle and drink some wine.