Day 164 (Shabbat)

I like spending Shabbat with Lizzy and Ari. And their kids. That being said, there's not much else to say: I took a really long walk with BSM in the afternoon, and found the top of the mountain I used to walk to when I visited Lizzy and Ari in seminary. Even with my little to no sense of direction, it's hard for me to be too impressed at finding the top of the mountain after all this time. It is, after all, the only top of the mountain for quite some distance (until the next mountain, in fact), and finding it requires only the bare minimum of logic (the top of the mountain is up), rather than any magical "sense of direction" thingy.

It was a nice walk, and I took BSM out of his stroller when we got to the little park at the top of the mountain, and we sat in the shade drinking water and eating pretzels for a while. This is only noteworthy because when I sat down, I scooched back and leaned against the wall. I must have put on my "blissful" face when I did this (sitting in the shade with feet up and back down after a long walk is, after all, pretty blissful), because BSM immediately scooched himself over to the wall and put his back against it, too. It's a pretty good feeling, having someone who thinks I am the bees' knees and know it all. Enjoy it while I can, eh?

Watching (and listening to!) the Lizzy and Ari clan play Settlers of Catan was pretty amusing (and convinced me to consider playing the game at some point), but the funniest thing happened after we pulled out to go back home. Lizzy ran after us to say that her 7-year-old (8-year-old?), who really enjoyed playing with BSM all Shabbat (and BSM enjoyed playing with him, too, which is just as impressive), had just started singing, "I'm the youngest again! I'm the youngest again!" Hee hee.