I’m not sure if we’ll get into Yerushalayim today. No baby yet, even with the curry sauce last night for dinner. I thought it would be wonderful to have the baby born today on Yom Yerushalayim in Yerushalayim. But a baby being born anywhere any day is special, right?
She’s cleaning up the mess that the gardener left yesterday. I’m not sure he’s exactly a gardener; they sent him to mow down the wheat and weeds that have been growing, well, since last year, probably. Which leads me to wonder how the first person thought to take the little seed out of a wheat plant, grind it up, mix it with water, bake it, and make bread.
המוציא לחם מן הארץ
Oh, she’s not nesting; that’s what she does every day. Thank G-d.
We went yesterday into Yerushalayim to go to the zoo with the little big one. He is obsessed with bikes; he even noticed a van with a roof rack filled with bikes, so it’s not just things at his sight level. As soon as we got into the zoo, he saw a bike. Couldn’t be happier. We loved seeing the monkeys and the penguins and the macaws and the leopards and the zebras and he loved seeing the leaf on the ground that he picked up and threw away in the garbage can. Like mother, like son. But I got some great photos and a good time was had by all.
We just heard that they are closing down the road to Yerushalayim in a little while. There’s a bus leaving soon and maybe we’ll take that into the city. After all, if the curry kicks in, maybe the baby will want to come out and they’ll need the car. And then they’ll have to figure out how to get into Yerushalayim to welcome the baby. This would be a good problem.
בשעה טובה ומוצלחת
So our decision was to stay put, maybe take a walk together in the afternoon, and I decided to make bread.