By Anessa V. Cohen
Catchy title I put in here, huh? Well, I was thinking that you all must be walking around like I have the last several weeks with your stomach in your throat, sitting on the latest news out of Israel all day, every day—first thing in the morning before even having a cup of coffee, then constantly stopping whatever you are doing to see if something new happened since the last time you checked (probably less than 15 minutes ago).
These are very difficult times Israel is going through; the fact that it fell on the calendar the way it has leaves us all with plenty to think about, hoping that the IDF will finally finish off Hamas for good with no more casualties, since we have already had too many.
That being said, I have chosen this subject of “ridiculous things you only think of in summer” to give everyone a little smile, a chance to recharge with things that are totally unimportant, and a few minutes of forgetting to check the news.
Speaking of the unimportant, I don’t know about other people, but I have always thought I own too many towels. As inventory of my linen closet usually takes place during the winter, when I am stuck inside more so than in the summer, I call counting my towels a winter event.
When I find I have more towels than I can fit in the various linen closets, I tell myself that it is ridiculous to have so many towels with only two people permanently living in this house—even given that I have a multitude of guests utilizing the empty bedrooms at any given time of the year.
Well, the joke is on me! I went to get a towel from the closet today, thinking to go out and take a swim in the pool before going to work, and there was not a towel to be had! Those 46 towels I had counted during the winter and that I got ready to give away were all gone, and all that could be seen were naked shelves.
Since I did all the laundry just two days ago, this seemed to be a disappearing act on the part of those towels, and I was determined to get to the bottom of the mystery to see if they had really all been used already or if someone was playing a joke on me.
What I had forgotten is that even when my children get older, they revert to old habits when they come back to visit! I followed a path of dropped towels as I went searching room to room, picking up the towels and enlarging the pile I began accumulating as I continued my trek around the house.
It was almost like a bedikas chametz—only I was searching for towels! By the time I followed this path and made it out to the pool, I realized where my 46 towels had gone. Those I hadn’t found in the bedrooms and beyond were hanging outside on any spot that would hold a wet towel. Even on the two bars on each side of the diving board were towels hanging out to dry.
By now I realized that my next investment was going to be a wheelbarrow to collect all these towels. I would probably need this valuable new asset on a regular basis during the summer in a continuing effort to keep track of where my 46 towels were—unless I decided that I should purchase more towels for the summer months so I would not run out so quickly and could make the rounds collecting all the disappearing towels at my leisure.
I am beginning to sound like an old George Carlin routine talking about his “stuff.” But I think I am one up on him because he never talked about the problems with towels!
My five minutes is up. May G‑d bless our IDF soldiers, keep them safe, and bring them back to their families and friends soon. ϖ
Anessa Cohen lives in Cedarhurst and is a licensed real-estate broker and a licensed N.Y.S. mortgage broker with over 20 years of experience, offering full-service residential and commercial real-estate services (Anessa V Cohen Realty) and mortgaging services (First Meridian Mortgage) in the Five Towns and throughout the tri-state area. She can be reached at 516-569-5007 or via her website, www.AVCrealty.com. Readers are encouraged to send questions or comments to anessa.cohen@AVCrealty.com.