I'm a Savta! (Again!)
(nablopomo day 27) I was on pins and needles all Thursday and Friday, knowing that my daughter-in-law's due date had passed (June 24th), and not having heard a word. Then, around 12:30 p.m. on Shabbat, the phone rang. I jumped up and ran to look at the caller I.D. As you might already know from reading this blog (-you do read this blog, don't you?!), we are Jewish and observant, and consequently do not use the phone on Shabbat, the Jewish Sabbath. So basically, all I could do with the phone was... look at it!. I saw that it was a call from Israel, so I rapidly slid down the bannister (well, not exactly, but it sure felt like it) to the main level in our townhome, where the kitchen is and our phone recording machine, and hopped from one leg to the other waiting for the message (bet you didn't know I could hop, either). Sure enough, it was my older son, Mr. Arnold Mayergi , sounding excited and exhausted at the same time--don't they always go together, th...