This morning, when BSM started demanding, "Bye," I initially popped him in the stroller. Then I saw a toddler on a tricycle and reconsidered: why should he spend any unnecessary time strapped in and sitting down? So we got his little riding/push car and BSM happily marched up and down the block, exclaiming over the birds and staring at the children.
Most of today consisted of wandering around Mea Shearim (where Husbinator's sense of direction thankfully kicks in, because it all looks the same to me) buying stuff. You'd think after all my rants about too much stuff, I'd have mixed feelings about a carload of stuff and two deliveries. Nope. I want a fridge. I want an oven and a washing machine and a table and chairs and small kitchen appliances and a bathmat. And fans. Lots and lots of fans. And something to sleep on for the next three months other than air mattresses. I want these things unashamedly and I happily give them space in my life. Thank you fridge and oven and washing machine and table and chairs and small kitchen appliances and bathmat. Thank you fans. Thank you beds that will not deflate overnight. You make me happy.
What makes me equally happy is my new Bosch mixer. Helllloooo 1000W and capacity large enough to make challah with 5lb flour. Hello, unexpected blender that comes with the mixer. I've been waiting too long to play with you. Thank you, Grandma! This wedding present was well worth waiting for: I'm very happy I waited to get my dream mixer in 220V and I can have it forever. Much better than buying it on 110V and only having it for five years. Though, oh! How I yearned all those five years for a Bosch! Seriously, though, I certainly didn't want the mixer more than I wanted to move to Israel, but I certainly complained about my lack of a Bosch much more than I complained that about my lack of Israel. Hm.
I had two funny Israeli moments today. No, wait. Three.
(1) When we got back from getting our zoodles of new stuffs, we saw a toddler from across the street telling a dumpster cat to move. Generally, the accepted approach to the wild cats of Israel is to just leave them alone. I mean, come on, they're feral cats. So Husbinator nervously joked, "Israeli baby versus Israeli cat? Who's gonna win? Um..." I told him my money was on the toddler: I'd seen him brandishing a knife that morning. (Granted, his father did come outside after him and ask for the knife back, but that kid looked like he knew what he was doing. Cat wouldn't stand a chance, especially since the toddler's pre-school brother was in the background, keeping an eye on things.)
(2) I went to the store tonight (in our car!), and while I was there, the following announcement was made over the PA: "Someone has lost their child. You can claim him at the main register with the proper identifying signs." At which everyone in the store giggles and makes some joke to whomever they're next to. Hm, on further reflection, it's hard to say why that's so funny. Lost in translation? Because applying the halachot of returning lost objects isn't as funny in the retelling? Who knows.
(3) On my way out of the store (about 10 minutes before closing time), the guy who stamped my receipt asked me for a ride. I couldn't help him, because I wasn't going in his direction, but I like this culture of hitching rides. It's silly, but nice.
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