It Never Rains But it Pours. Literally.

Do you know why tourists don't come here much during the rainy season? Because it rains, that's why.  Israel, as well as this entire region, has a chronic water problem.  It is a scarce natural resource, and out of necessity (and I might add, Jewish ingenuity) Israel has become a world leader in the development of water technologies, such as drip irrigation and desalination. Well guess what, folks--it has poured for days since we got here. And to think my husband questioned why I packed our umbrella.
Many consecutive days of heavy rain were sometimes interspersed with sunny days, today of which was one of them.  We took the opportunity to drive to Jerusalem, leaving our daughter alone in her apartment to 'sleep it off,' after a prospective tenant came to view the place at 8:30 a.m. this morning.  Ouch.  So after the person left, she went back to sleep, and we left for a mini day-trip and drove from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem  to visit the Kotel. Four weeks in Israel, and we're just visiting the Kotel for the first time...crazy, eh?  We went to Mamilla (the new mall), had lunch at Roladin , and then walked through the Arab shuk in the Old City to the Kotel, where we davened Mincha.

But the title of this post is 'it never rains but it pours,' because I wanted to tell you that my son sliced into his finger with an exacto-type knife as we were on the way to visit him after leaving Jerusalem.  Our entire visit with our son was my running upstairs to take care of the kids (my little grandkids, ages 3 and 2) while my son ran downstairs to our car so that his father could rush him to the emergency center and then to the hospital, where after waiting for almost four (that's 4) hours for a doctor--they were short on doctors at the time--to get four (that's 4) stitches.  Meanwhile, back at the ranch, so they say--I scrounged around to find something to feed the kids for supper, had them (with my help, of course) clean up the books, puzzles and toys strewn around the living room, to the well-known preschool 'clean-up' song (they loved it), gave them a bath, washed their hair, got them in p.j.s, made them shoko cham which they normally don't get at night, but what the heck--Savta's here--then off to bed with the Sh'ma, ha-Mal'ach, and bedtime songs (my specialty) such as Numi Numi, Lailah Lailah, etc.

You might say I had "quality time" with my grandkids, while my husband was cooling his heels while waiting with our son to be patched together.  At least, the bleeding had subsided somewhat after the nurse in the emergency center bandaged him up tightly.  He had really done a number on himself.

He is recovering, so all's well that ends well, Baruch Hashem.  Today we're going to the Safari in Ramat Gan with our older son and his family, and both sisters, Toodles (who just arrived this past Monday for a 2 week visit from New York) and Rambo.  Talk to you later.


Batya said…
just normal emergencies, ok, shavua tov

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