Day 179 (moving!)

I woke up and called the internet guys. Rather than get all “aggressive Israeli-style” as had been my original plan, I pressed 4 for English, and was all sweetness and "please help me; wow, you’re the best." Much nicer for everyone involved, I think, and I got what I wanted (the technician not coming 'till 12-12:30), so hooray!

It was a good start to a good day. BSM and I made it to Towna (what a silly pen-name. I need to work on that one) without incident. I’m not entirely sure what happened during the last bit of the drive: there were lots of turns and oddnesses, brought to you by a sporadically-working Waze, but we got here with nary a missed direction, so… yeah. There was a much, much simpler route (that was also something like 20 minutes faster), but I’m not comfortable driving through the West Bank. Yet. Now.

We got here, technician hooked up our internet (mostly: more on that tomorrow), our landlord signed our copy of the rental agreement, we tried to switch the electricity bill to our name (partial success with that one: our landlords are off the bill, but the electric company can't cancel and open an account for the same address on one day, so again, more tomorrow). Our landlord also climbed into the attic (the climb looks kind of scary) and lent us a crib.

It's a good thing I thought to bring food for BSM. He chowed down on the pomegranate our landlord picked from the garden, but half a pomegranate does not a lunch make. When the landlord left at 1:30 and I unpacked our pantry, I saw that our food amounted to raw barley, raw oatmeal, and a small butternut squash (raw, of course). The cooking supplies that came in the car with us included an electric burner (but no pans) and a crock pot. So I fished out the can of corn from the suitcase where I had cleverly stashed it, and we shared that (with dill: the spices came with me) for a late lunch. Dessert was some of a melted bag of chocolate chips.

After that, I changed BSM on the picnic table that our landlords are conveniently keeping outside, and we went to the grocery store. We would need dinner, after all. I applied for a club card, got some fancy-pants tuna, bread that seemed to be advertising itself as Russian (every bit as good as I'd hoped, and it turns out "shipun" is not a brand, but Hebrew for "rye"), cukes, grapes, and foil pans just in case I want to use the electric burner before Husbinator comes with the rest of our stuff tomorrow.

Dinner was delicious and fun (I sat on the floor with BSM on my lap and we put the food on a broken chair that was left in the garden). I also had a great conversation with The Caped Avenger, as my youngest brother shall henceforth be known. (Because as I'm sure you've realized by now, what this blog has been missing is dramatic caped superheros.) I then gloried in bathing the baby in a bathtub. A real bathtub. Not an infant tub perched on a counter (that ended when he started standing up during his baths) or jammed into a tiny shower.

Happy.