An Ordinary Day

Another ordinary day. Got up at seven, which was really too late, hung out the clothes that I washed last night, left the house at 8:00, caught the bus to Ulpan, endured three hours of trying to stir up the old brain. Class is often a bit noisy, which makes it really hard to concentrate. The class is taught entirely in Hebrew, and not everyone gets all of it all the time, so different ones add their own explanations to their neighbors, in whatever language they have in common. On the way home we stopped at the corner market, as we often do, for a few vegetables. Then Al ran down a few blocks to make a doctor's appointment for himself and a chiropractor appointment for me, which didn't work out, but later the chiropractor called back, but he spoke only Hebrew and Russian, so there was a communication problem, but he had someone else call back who spoke English. That was a rambly sentence, oh well. Then nap and homework for both of us. Then I fixed supper, which was chicken and vegetables (onions, squash, mushrooms, red peppers, green peppers, garlic). Now I've got to wind down and go to bed on time for a change, which is hard to do when the going's good, and just as hard to do when it isn't and there's no sense of accomplishment. As soon as I get a chance I want to run over to the vacant lot next door and get a picture of a very red poppy that doesn't bloom when it's cloudy, which it has been a lot lately.