Unfortunately, the rest of my pictures are kind of blurry, which is apparently what happens when you try to take pictures as you're running around and jumping up and down.
But as this picture shows clearly, Ariella is veryveryveryveryveryvery happy to see her Bubby. In fact, we are all many-verys glad that Momz and DADZ are here to stay.
So for the past week Momz and DADZ have been doing a lot of running around, doing all those things new olim must do, like getting a teudat zehut, beginning step #1 of the never-ending license conversion process and exclaiming, "You call this a LARGE cup of coffee???"
Things have been going relatively smoothly, though DADZ, ever the Eeyore, is convinced it will all fall to pieces soon and they'll show up at the next misrad and the lady will screech, "We're closed today!" Or, "We're open but not for you!" Or, "Yes I know it says you can do that here but you can't actually! You'll need to visit our branch in Nahariyya! Which is only open on alternate Sundays between 7:00 and 7:23 AM, unless it's below 20 degrees (celsius, of course) in which case it's only opened on odd-numbered Tuesdays between 8:00 and 8:07! And remember you need to walk into the misrad backwards, singing Hava Nagila and wearing plaid!" Or, "What do you mean, you didn't bring your itemized list of underwear??? It needs to be signed by your rabbi and stamped by the bank!!"
So far, that has not happened. THANK GOD. But there's always tomorrow.
(However, there's the very tiny glitch that we were supposed to have moved in to our respective apartments already, but we haven't, and this is causing no small amount of stress and if you have a horror story about a kablan I do NOT want to hear it now. Thank you.)
To be continued...
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Tell DADZ to relax. That kind of stuff only happens if you make aliyah in August. When the government shuts down and everyone caravans to a tzimmer in the Galil.
Yay. I love your mom's new blog. Can't believe your apartments are not ready. I'll be in Modiin next Shabbat, will be in touch.
Itemized lists of underwear! I just snorted coffee out of my nose, and it hurt. I think I love you a little.
wow. sounds like a reality show. i think you should call channel 2 and make lemons into lemonade. there are like so many angles they can go with - a race whose apartment will be ready first, who will have a nervous break down first - it can be a mix of ach hagadol and sof haderech or something. if yaacov can sing, that would be really great cause then we can have rami kleinstein hugging everyone. ok sorry i got a bit carried away. just trying to relieve the tension. you guys are like 100 on the stress meter. good luck with everything, maybe you all should go to a tzimmer in the galil.
f/e - that's a good idea. Yaakov actually does a nice rendition of "mar'eh kohen," especially the part where he makes up words. ("mibayt kadshey hakadashim, a yappo yappo....")
J/S - Welcome! Thanks for the love. We love love. Going to check out your blog right now.
And I love when people check out my blog. So it's an even exchange of warm fuzzies!
Awww, i thought you moved in already! I've been waiting with bated breath to have you for a shabbat meal!
:( You will get here.... eventually. Look on the bright side- maybe you won't need to clean for Pesach!
Mazel tov on Momz and Dadz aliyah! (We miss you here, but are glad that you are finally "home.") I propose that their names should be changed to Eemz and Abbz (and perhpas Savta and Saba) in honor of their new status as Israeli citizens. (And while they're already doing that, change the "tag" in their last name to "yom.")In all seriousness, I hope that they have a Klita Ne'ima.
Are you guys getting matching apartments? And where are they watching TV?
But seriously....klita neima....
Thanks, LRs, for the kind welcomes. It's great to finally be here for good. Looking forward to the TV marathons at our place speedily in our days, as Gila is wont to say.
A hearty welcome to your parents! Veheishiv lev avot al banim.. Enjoy!
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