Day 7 (Hey, that makes a week!)

Well, today was another whirlwind of gaiety: I visited the daycare with Baby Spidey, sorted laundry, sewed lots and lots of laundry tags onto the clothes that are too delicate for the tagger, gave some demographich information to the lady who works in the post-office (because Brett told me she wanted to see me, and then she asked for copies of our ID papers and when we got married and stuff, so I told her. Also, she does some side-work for the Ministry of the Interior, but it still boils down to, "people on the kibbutz told me to do stuff that seemed to have to do with settling in, so I did it), went back to the daycare center to discuss logistics, missed Baby Spidey's doctor appointment (oh, the forms I had filled out so nicely!), rescheduled my ulpan placement exam, confirmed my appointment with solar panel people when my ulpan exam was supposed to have been, sorted laundry, dropped off laundry, was given a broom, bought more stuff we need, swept (I had forgotten how imperative it is to sweep every day or two in Israel, even for messy people), sewed in more laundry tags (still not enough to finish), talked to my mother (code name: Ema. Woops! Blew your cover! Sorry, Ema), got soup from the dining hall for dinner, emailed my sister (who has picked "Sister" as her super-secret code name: since I have 1 sister and 4 brothers, she doesn't have to fight anyone for it), put El Babo (2nd pseudonym for Baby Spiderman. Well, 3rd if you count Baby Spidey as separate from Baby Spidey) to bed, blogged.

You may have missed it in the above MonsterSentence TM, but I have an appointment to talk to solar panel people. We ate Friday night dinner with Roz and Ozzie, and Ozzie asked me what I did in the States. I told him I worked at a university in their solar panel lab (ack! This is for posterity! I can't! I did not work in a solar panel lab. I worked in a solar cell lab. Solar cells being the bitsies that you put in a frame to make a solar panel. Phew! That's better; we can continue now.) He responded that the kibbutz is in the process of installing solar panels, and I should talk to the people who are involved with that. How super is that? He has since set up a meeting with them for me, which is equally super.

Today's observation involves, well, you'll see in a second. As I was walking to the laundry room today, I saw a sight familiar to me from my two years in Israel post-high-school. There were two tour buses and a handful of Americans stretching their legs nearby. (Presumably the other 100 people were actually doing the activity everyone drove over to participate in.) I was there too, but I was not a tourist. I was on my way to do my laundry, because I live here.