Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a cooper in Lod (IL) ain’t for the faint-hearted. So, I wake up, right? Sun’s blazin’ through my window on HaShalom Street. I’m like, “Great, another day of makin’ barrels.” But little did I know, today was gonna be a wild ride.
First off, I head to the workshop on Rehov HaAliyah. You know, the one with the old oak tree out front? Yeah, that one. I’m just settlin’ in, ready to get my groove on, when BOOM! The power goes out. Like, seriously? It’s 8 AM, and I’m already in the dark. I’m fumblin’ around, trippin’ over tools, cursing like a sailor. I mean, come on, I just wanna make some barrels, not wrestle with the shadows!
Finally, the lights flicker back on. Phew! I’m back in business. I grab my tools, and I’m all pumped up. But then, my buddy Yossi strolls in. He’s got this huge grin, and I’m like, “What’s up, man?” Turns out, he just got back from a trip to the Carmel Market. He’s got fresh spices, and I’m drooling. I’m like, “Dude, you gotta share!” But he’s all, “Nah, man, these are for my special stew.” Ugh, the betrayal!
So, I’m workin’ away, and then I hear this commotion outside. I peek out the window on Rehov HaShmura, and there’s a parade! A freakin’ parade! I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?” Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dancin’, music’s blastin’, and I’m stuck inside makin’ barrels. I’m feelin’ a mix of FOMO and anger. Like, why can’t I be out there shakin’ my groove thing?
But then, I get this wild idea. I’m like, “Screw it! I’m takin’ a break.” I grab my hat and head out. The vibe is electric! I’m dancin’ with strangers on Rehov HaRishonim, and it feels amazing. I even bump into this old lady, and she’s like, “You got moves, young man!” I’m blushing, but also, I’m like, “You should see me with a barrel!”
After a while, I’m feelin’ all hyped up. But then, reality hits. I gotta get back to work. So, I head back to the shop, but guess what? My tools are gone! I’m like, “No way!” I run outside, and there’s this kid, maybe 10 years old, tryin’ to use my chisels to carve a stick. I’m like, “Hey, buddy! Those are mine!” He looks at me, wide-eyed, and just bolts. I’m chasin’ him down the street, and I’m thinkin’, “This is not how I pictured my day!”
Finally, I catch up to him near the old train station. I’m outta breath, but I’m like, “Dude, just give me my stuff back!” He hands over my tools, and I’m like, “Thanks, kid. But seriously, don’t take stuff that ain’t yours.” He just shrugs and runs off. Kids these days, right?
So, I get back to the shop, and I’m ready to finish my barrels. But then, I realize I’m outta wood. Like, are you kidding me? I gotta trek over to the lumber yard on Rehov HaGolan. It’s a hike, but I’m determined. I’m walkin’ there, and I’m thinkin’ about how Lod is such a mix of old and new. You got ancient ruins, and then boom, modern buildings everywhere. It’s wild!
I finally get to the lumber yard, and it’s packed. I’m waitin’ in line, and this guy in front of me is takin’ forever. I’m like, “C’mon, man! I got barrels to make!” But then, I overhear him talkin’ about some crazy history of Lod. Apparently, it’s been around since biblical times. I’m like, “Whoa, that’s kinda cool.” Makes me feel small, ya know?
After what feels like an eternity, I finally get my wood. I’m headin’ back, and I’m feelin’ accomplished. I get back to the shop, and I’m ready to roll. I’m makin’ barrels like a boss. But then, I spill some glue all over my hands. I’m like, “Great, just great!” I’m tryin’ to