We drove home masterfully from Yerushalayim today. By that I mean that not only did we drive in (the very beginnings of) rush-hour traffic, we also did not get lost. Thank you, thank you. We also successfully navigated our first "real" checkpoint: granted, the guy took 1 1/2 looks at us and asked if we preferred English or Hebrew, but we did have all of our paperwork accessible, and he wished us mazal tov on our aliyah.
I know I said this on our way to Yerushalayim, but the West Bank is absolutely gorgeous. Breathtakingly so.
What else, what else... BSM threw up twice in the car. At first I thought it was congestion, but on further consideration I'm wondering if he was motion sick. He certainly has the genes for that.
Before we left, Auntie Em plied us with all sorts of edibles, as is her custom. Yum and thank you!
Super-productive day yet again: swept every single room in the apartment, picked up laundry (if we stay on the kibbutz it will be for more reasons than just the washing and folding of our laundry--just: ha!), took ulpan placement exams, learned that banks in Israel observe "Shabbos Sheni Shel Golyos" (as one of my teachers affectionately calls The L-rd's Day), fixed my Google Voice number so it forwards to my Israeli cell phone, and read up on PV system design (a.k.a. spec-ing out solar panels for your Project of Choice).
Ulpan placement exam went smoothly: I placed out of ulpan without a fuss. The teacher suggest that I (a) find a professional ulpan or (b) work in my field while I'm on the kibbutz. Either one sounds good to me: I need to leave a note for myself to call the Ministry of Absorption and ask if there's an engineering ulpan going on. Tomorrow, I am scheduled to meet with the Member of the Kibbutz who's in charge of buying a solar panel system for their barns, so hopefully that will turn into something more.
Today's real highlight, though, was getting BSM to laugh hysterically. The boy: sitting on a table in front of me. (Yes, I was holding him so he wouldn't fall.) The object: a rattle on the table next to him. The game: snatch the rattle and move it to BSM's other side. The joy: BSM laughed and laughed and laughed each time I moved the rattle. I mean, really laughed. Leaning backward, he was laughing so hard. (Again, I was holding him: worry not.) Oy, it's fun to make babies laugh.
Kids and dogs are smarter than adults. They always show you what they are really thinking.
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