I put up the last two rolls of bamboo between our house and the shul. Now I can stretch out in our hammock without feeling like I'm laying down in the shul's driveway. Excellent. I also did about a zillion dishes.
My Israeli credit card company did not call it back. (Surprise! I called them yesterday to ask why the card wouldn't work, and no matter which sequence of buttons I pushed, I ended up being instructed to leave my telephone number, and they'd get back to me within one business day. Since my hopes were not high, they were not crushed. I am annoyed, though.)
This evening, Mrs. Gordon (did I give her a pen name yet? She's my age or a drop younger: calling her Mrs. Gordon is really ridiculous) drove with me to a used book sale in Maale Adumim, which is half an hour away. I'm really glad she came, both because we had a nice chat in the car, and because I hate driving to new places by myself.
It was lovely, was the book sale. I got a new (for me) book by Rosemary Wells, I replaced our first edition Shmiras Shabbos that got lost in the mail as we were making aliyah, I got a collection of Jame Herriot stories that I've never heard of, and much much more! OK, only 9 other books, for a total of an even dozen. Everything was 1 ILS. There were signs reminding people of this, and that the proceeds were going to charity, so we shouldn't think to hard: just buy it! Dangerous, dangerous attitude. And now that I don't have the prospect of dragging all of my books halfway around the world, there's not much deterring me from Buying All of the Books. Oh, dear.
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