Day 187 (durned time stamps)

What with being behind on blogging, and Blogger automatically dating my posts with the date I post them, it took me a bit to figure out what I'm up to. I got there in the end though: today's post (dated Tuesday) will feature Monday, since yesterday's post (dated Monday) does indeed cover Sunday's events. I know this because Husbinator and I shpatzeered together, and that is a Sunday thing.

Anyway, Monday. I successfully ordered new natural gas cylinders! I wasn't quite sure I had initially: when I called the number I found online, the guy on the phone confirmed he was Gemach Gas, took my name and address, asked if I had big or small cylinders, and hung up. I mean, I was pretty sure that was ordering gas, but no payment info? No telling me when (or if?) he'd stop by? Luckily, he showed up later that day, and Husbinator and I were both home, the price was what Landlady said it should be, and he both took cash and had change. So we have spare cylinders again. This is good.

I was hoping to take BSM to the health clinic to get his 1-year-old blood test (only about 6 weeks late, not too bad, right?), but when I showed up, there was a sign saying the clinic was closed. "עמכם הסליחה", apologized the sign, which translates literally to "forgiveness is with you" or slightly less literally to "forgiveness is in your hands." It's from Tehillim (Psalm 130, verse 4: I just checked) and has made its way into modern Hebrew just for situations like this.

After failing to get foot into the clinic, I drove up and down looking for the secretary of the Yishuv. (Speaking of which, I will no longer be calling the place where I live "Towna": it shall henceforth be known as "the Yishuv".) I knew which street she was on, but I just couldn't find it. Eventually, I found a sign that said "Yishuv Council 1." "Hrm," I hrmed to myself, the secretary of the Yishuv is in some way related to the council of the Yishuv, and she's at number 1. Maybe?" But no, that was just a stop on a walking tour, or something; it had nothing to do with the secretary. So I took BSM and started walking up and down the block. Eventually, I found a guy working in his garden, and he told me she was actually the first building down a side street of the street I was on. (The street I was on was indeed the street listed on her address, though. Naturally.)

So I spoke with the secretary, and Husbinator did not need to come with me to get listed: his ID was sufficient. Yay! She admired BSM gratifyingly a lot and did not get upset when he kept grabbing at the papers on her desk. We got the three forms filled out, and she sent a fax to the lady we visited yesterday saying we live in the Yishuv, so hopefully that takes care of the Misrad Hapnim aspect of things. Now all I have to do is call the council and ask them for my local-tax discount due to new immigrants. (The secretary faxed the council our immigration certificate, so I should be able to take care of this by phone.) Whew!