Day 319 (things we've been putting off)

We started in on the things we've been putting off until after our trip. Therefore, we went into Pisgat Ze'ev to tell Home Center that BSM's radiator no longer gets all that hot. It's under warranty, so I was expecting a bit of a tussle (because this is Israel, so I always expect a fight: oy, that sounds much darker than it should, haha), but I also expected to leave the store with a new radiator. Well, there was no tussle whatsoever, but also no new radiator. Under the terms of the warranty, Home Center is happy to send my radiator out for repair, and I should receive a call within the next month with an update. Super. In the meantime, we bought a little fan-heater-thing and a humidifier: El Blanket-Kicker-Offer can't really spend the next month sleeping in an unheated room.

As long as we were in the mall, I swung by the bank to pick up the new ATM card I had ordered. Unfortunately, the bank is closed on Sunday. Ironically, about three minutes after learning that little fact from their front door, I got a text from the bank letting me know that my new ATM card is waiting for me at the Pisgat Ze'ev branch. Oh, aren't they witty.

On our way home, we stopped by the other clinic on our Yishuv, hoping to see if it's worth switching insurances. It turns out that the clinic, too, was closed. In fact, it's only open when Husbinator is either sleeping or working. Sadly, as unhelpful as that sounds, it still sounds potentially more helpful than our current insurance, under which we get to see the World's Least Helpful Family Doctor.

I also laid our first truly successfully fire in our wood-burning stove. By that I mean that we used no lighter fluid and actually heated the room in which the stove resides. The heat comes, I learned, when you replenish wood for the second or third time. It's fun and satisfying, and takes tons and tons of time, especially since we don't have any bitsies of wood small enough to fit into the stove. This wood-burning stove business makes one feel all economical and old-timey and all, but it is a right pain in the tush.