One of the less cool parts about my illness is that I can't even complain about it too much. Woop-dee-doo, I have a cold, and am therefore experiencing the world through a haze of mucus with a dollop of tired smeared all over my windshield. Big deal. My sister-in-law, Decaying Tonsils (will come up with a real nickname for her later), has mono. Siiiiiiiigh. Refuah Shelaimah, Decaying Tonsils! (The sooner you get better, the sooner I can complain about minor ailments. Also, the sooner you get better, the sooner you get a not-terrible nom de plume.)
We ate with the "ulpan kids," as the 30-or-so 18-28 year-olds (my, that's a lot of hyphens!) who come to the kibbutz for five months to work and learn, are affectionately known. I met about 8 of them, so I am well on my way toward being social. Take that, Roz and Ozzie!
Speaking of Roz and Ozzie, we ate Shalosh Seudot with them. Roz didn't do a great job of masking her shock that the ulpan teachers said my Hebrew was too advanced to make this ulpan worthwhile. Thanks, tired mucus haze! Way to mess with my language skills.
In non-mucus related news, I'm reading A Thousand Shining Suns in Hebrew! I have not read it in English, and I only understand about 75% of the words, but I'm fairly certain I'm following the plot fully. My thought is that I honed my keen English skills through reading, so why not do the same for Hebrew? I meant to read Hebrew Wikipedia, focusing on electrical engineering, but novels are so much more interesting.
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