Day 228 (Sunday, for those who are confused by the incorrect date-stamp)

Mr. Kornbluth emailed me today saying that he worked with the daughter of a CEO of a nearby solar company, so I sent him my CV. We'll see if anything comes of it. I also sent my CV to another recruiting firm, so that's considerably more job networking than I've done in a while.

Right now, I'm focusing on our stuff coming rather than the job-search. Our lift arrived in Ashdod today, and we should get it tomorrow or Tuesday. [Editor's note: ah, the glories of being behind in blogging! I shall spare you the tenterhooks, and let you know that as of Monday, our Stuff is scheduled to arrive on Tuesday between 10 and 12.] Naturally, before Sonigo delivers our lift, we need to finish paying them. And since we don't have Israeli checks (ah, we need to switch banks and get checks, already!) and are loathe to pay $45 for a wire transfer, I drove into Yerushalayim and did a Cash Swap in a parking lot. Oh, man, it was soooooo sketchy. Even the guy from the shipping company said he feels like he's doing a drug deal every time he does this! Seriously, I drove to a (well-lit) parking lot of a closed grocery store, and he counted a huge pile of hundreds, and we went our merry ways. Well, he gave me a receipt, but other than that...

Before the money exchange went down, though, I broke an empty glass bottle in the kitchen. Since BSM was home and awake, and Husbinator was at Mincha, some creative problem-solving was called for. This, my friends, is when to use TV as a babysitter. I found some Sesame Street songs on YouTube, and swept and sponjaed as BSM watched and danced. When I opened the front door to facilitate the disposal of the sponja water, BSM popped outside. The driveway is completely enclosed, and he wasn't playing in my broken glass, so I let him be.

Soon, I heard scraping and grunting, and I went outside to find BSM trying to drag a child-sized plastic chair inside. (I had forgotten about that chair. Husbinator just found it in an empty lot.) I helped BSM carry it inside, and I finished sponja-ing, BSM sat in the chair with his Yuval Doll in his lap, watching Sesame Street. It was pretty cute, this TV-Babysitter moment. But also a little creepy, with the unnatural stillness it engendered.