Day 250 (attic)

Yesterday, I climbed pretty high on our ladder to pick the olives at the top of our oldest tree. "Well," thought I, "So I can climb this ladder when it's propped against a wall, after all. Perhaps I can climb to the attic if I just visualize being surrounded by an olive tree." I've got news for ya, peeps: my imagination cannot turn the landing at near the top of the steps into an olive tree.

I considered asking Husbinator to hold the ladder for me (even though I know rationally that's it's fully stable just propped against the step and the wall), but as I was about to open my mouth, he asked if I would hold the ladder while he climbed up. Now there's an offer that I won't refuse! So he tied the carabiner to the ceiling beam, and we hauled up the Pesach stuff and the vast majority of the infant stuff.

While we were in the middle of our attic adventure, the guy from the bed store finally came (he called first) to bring us the correct size bed frame for the second bed we bought from him almost two months ago. That's one less thing I have to worry about dealing with, so that's great. While the guy was here, he asked if we needed help getting stuff to the attic! (By the by, this guy is the owner of the bed store, not a professional schlepper per se.) How nice is that? We declined, but it warmed the cockles of my little heart.

We were hoping to get the rest of the infant stuff and miscellany up to the attic in the afternoon, but BSM actually napped at daycare this morning, so no nap in the afternoon. Thus, instead of hauling more stuff up to the attic, I took BSM on a walk and gave some olives to Mrs. Barzilai, whom we met on the way. I still have waaaaaaaaay too many olives....

The rest of my day consisted almost entirely of washing dishes, in the vain hope that I'd manage to clear the space I need to wash the huge pot I cooked last week's Yerushalmi kugel in. Well, I cleared the space, but the pot will be washed tomorrow.

I did manage to make another (small) Yerushalmi kugel, though. I'll freeze it and we'll eat it this Shabbos, thus determining if this is a kugel that freezes well. If so, I'll be able to get a jump on the weekly kugel for shul. Cause, yeah, I'm the kugel lady, now. Makes me happy. But being able to freeze the 4-lb kugel in advance will make this new role more flexible.