Day 133 (brit)

We drove to Yerushalayim and back today, so we could go to the brit of Aunty Em and Uncle En's latest grandson. Driving four hours for a two-and-a-half hour event was a little-- well, no, it wasn't. I was going to say it was a bit much, but I'm glad we went, but I just realized that I honestly enjoy driving on Route 90. A lot. Sure, I get bored at some points, but mostly I alternate between relaxing and enjoying the stunning view. (Yes, I pay attention to the road. With its hairpin curves and its, let us say, creative drivers, paying attention is in no way optional.)

I hadn't driven in Israel an hour after sunrise before this, and the lighting is something altogether new and different from mid-afternoon. Things are hazier far away, but somehow clearer nearby. The light is as bright as it can be without making me squint, and the shadows are the long shadows of sunset, only perfectly crisp. The blades of grass, the folds in the hills... I'm glad I got to see them like that.

We got back with just enough time for Husbinator to visit the grocery store before gassing and returning the car. While he took care of that, I waged ANT WARS IV. I think it is somewhat unfair for the ants to come up from a crack in the middle of the floor, rather than a crack where the wall and floor meet.

Speaking of which, after mixing up both challah and cookie dough (I'm subbing tomorrow at daycare, so I wanted to get a jump on baking), I waged ANT WARS V which was horrifying. I swept up what felt like 15% of a nest from our kitchen, frantically dumping each dustpan load outside, then I caulked up a four-foot section of wall-floor boundary in our living room. I'm leaving the remaining 10-20 ants to wander disconsolate, so I can pounce on their next point of entry.

As I look around our living room, though, I realize I should just resign myself to caulking the entire perimeter of the room. Probably the entire perimeter of every room. Huh boy. And given what I learned in ANT WARS IV, even that might not be enough. Eventually, though, I will stand victorious! Or I'll move out. Whichever comes first.