I started work on more important warnings for you all, but was interrupted by one of those things that happens around here on rare occasion: real work.
First of all, I did a major cleaning project this morning. After an hour or so of work, I succeeded in organizing (drumroll please...) the second bathroom (the one with a sink and shower, but no toilet, not the one with the toilet but no sink or shower). The living room, bedroom, other bedroom, computer area, and kitchen remained a terrible mess.
Then I collapsed for a while, because it turns out that "pleasantly doughy" is not the body type most suited to cleaning work.
My cleaning project led to two moments in which I felt pride and embarrassment all at the same time:
1. Viggie comes home.
"Look at my cleaning project!" I said proudly.
He looked at the counter next to me, which was somewhat less covered in junk and dirty dishes than it was when he left in the morning. "Oh!" he said. "It's... very nice! Great work!"
"Look behind you."
"Ohhhhh. Oh, wow!"
(he later insisted that he was genuinely pleased to see my work on the counter, and the sad thing is, he probably wasn't lying)
2. A neighbor comes over.
"Did you do something in this room?" she asked. "It looks different."
"Ummm.... the floor used to be covered with crap, and now it isn't."
"Oh!" *pause* "I like what you did with it!"
Secondly, I went to hear a Member of Knesset speak. If I recall correctly, that brings it up to two MKs I've met, one I spoke to on the phone, and one minister who I almost tripped with my water bottle.
If I'm diagnosed with a terminal illness in the near future, I think that adding more ministers to my "almost tripped with a water bottle" list will be on my bucket list. (Note to the Shin Bet - I said almost tripped. Please don't add me to any of your lists.)
First of all, I did a major cleaning project this morning. After an hour or so of work, I succeeded in organizing (drumroll please...) the second bathroom (the one with a sink and shower, but no toilet, not the one with the toilet but no sink or shower). The living room, bedroom, other bedroom, computer area, and kitchen remained a terrible mess.
Then I collapsed for a while, because it turns out that "pleasantly doughy" is not the body type most suited to cleaning work.
My cleaning project led to two moments in which I felt pride and embarrassment all at the same time:
1. Viggie comes home.
"Look at my cleaning project!" I said proudly.
He looked at the counter next to me, which was somewhat less covered in junk and dirty dishes than it was when he left in the morning. "Oh!" he said. "It's... very nice! Great work!"
"Look behind you."
"Ohhhhh. Oh, wow!"
(he later insisted that he was genuinely pleased to see my work on the counter, and the sad thing is, he probably wasn't lying)
2. A neighbor comes over.
"Did you do something in this room?" she asked. "It looks different."
"Ummm.... the floor used to be covered with crap, and now it isn't."
"Oh!" *pause* "I like what you did with it!"
Secondly, I went to hear a Member of Knesset speak. If I recall correctly, that brings it up to two MKs I've met, one I spoke to on the phone, and one minister who I almost tripped with my water bottle.
If I'm diagnosed with a terminal illness in the near future, I think that adding more ministers to my "almost tripped with a water bottle" list will be on my bucket list. (Note to the Shin Bet - I said almost tripped. Please don't add me to any of your lists.)
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