Monday, April 7, 2014

Day 54 (that and this)

We return to our heros on Day 54 to find that Babe-O's illness continues. Malka, being a responsible little mother (mainly because she picked a ridiculously responsible Husbinator), took said Babe-O back to the health clinic, where the nurse told her to cut the line to see the doctor. Which she did, even though Babe-O decided that this would be the hour in which he had no fever. Oh, Babe-O. You goose. Shockingly, after a thorough exam, the doctor told Malka that Babe-O had an unspecified virus. Probably. It should go away in a day or so: viruses rarely hang on past 5 days. Joy. The good news is that Babe-O continues to be in good spirits (though poor appetite) and is in no way dehydrated. Poor poor Babe-O, though.

My impulsive-action of the day was applying for a job. I was going through my list of semiconductor companies oh-so-diligently, and I found one that sounded really interesting, so I played around on their website a little bit. Eventually, I ended up on their "careers" page, and found a job-listing which sounded really, really interesting. In the spirit of "why not?" I tweaked my resume, wrote a quick cover-letter (with Husbinator's help, of course), and fired it off. Now that my no-return impulse-purchase is complete, I'm left asking myself why I didn't run this by Uncle Red, or perhaps have Keturah look over my cover letter, first. Both of those would have been good ideas. Whoops! Oh, well. That's what happens when one acts on impulse.

I'll end with two cute "overheards":

The first was from Husbinator, as he got on the floor with Baby Spiderman and asked, "OK, you wanna play a shtickle catch?" (Shtickle is Yeshivish for little. Incidentally, BSM was up for a shtickle catch. He was also up for holding a plastic orange in one hand, a plastic strawberry in another, and a green playpen ball between his feet.)

The second was in the dining hall at dinner, when I heard a man ask his children, "Do you want pasta or rice? Chometz or kitniyos?" One of his kids responded, "Chometz," following up promptly with, "Which one is that?" Smart kid.

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