Home Sweet Home

We're going to have a home! Kind of exciting. Although it was great living here at Goldby's. Our new place won't be far away. We can visit often, and practice our Hebrew on each other.

Here is the entrance to an apartment we looked at. But didn't get.

Our own place doesn't look like much from the outside, but it's beautiful inside. It's tiny, but it comes with everything--furniture, bedding, iron, board, washer, dry rack, tiny refrigerator, hot plate, and maybe dishes and other stuff. That'll save me hours and hours of shopping or trying to shop or wishing I could shop. We're going over for another look this evening.

Language

I'm studying on my own right now, but we'll be taking a class in a couple weeks. Pronouns... I have to remember that the word for "who" sounds like "me", the word for "he" sounds like "who", and the word for "she" sounds like "he". So it's "hoo...hee's a heffalump" for sure. Jesh might know what that means, as would Pooh-bear. Nouns aren't hard, and verbs so far don't look too bad, except that they're all irregular--well, not really, but the middle changes instead of the ending, and it's the last syllable that is usually emphasized, so the part I'm trying to pay attention to is in the middle and unaccented and hard for my untrained ears to hear. Plus they all have two or more syllables--no simple ones like go, come, sit, stay, hear, eat, love. Come to think of it, there's "ba," which means "come."

December something

Ok, I'm sorry, I really am, that I didn't post last week, but I'm really having a hard time getting it together. My camera is giving me fits, Al's computer is giving me fits, and I'm having a hard time fitting into this new life. Not that there's anything particular strange about it--it's just that everything's different and seems sort of aimless and haphazard, which it isn't really, but it's hard to see any progress--looking into bank accounts, phones, apartments, doctors, shopping at strange grocery stores, getting around (no ramps for wheel chairs, no scooters in grocery stores), crazy traffic, roads that wind around and up and down and I can't tell north from south, can't read the signs, it's too cold, and I don't have time to shop for another jacket or sweater, and I have a headache most of the time.

Nevertheless, it's great being here. It's new, it's interesting, it's beautiful. A stranger spoke to me yesterday, two words, and I happened to know them. He said, "Effo John?" which means "Where's John?" Wow. I've been studying Hebrew quite a bit, and I don't think it's going to be too hard. But I've got so-o-o far to go. I don't even know how to say, "I don't know."

Here's a bag for you

Sharon, how do you think these would work? If I were to save a hundred of these, what size bag could you make? I think they'd be prettier than WalMart or Kroger bags. Of course, you'd have to finish 10 to 15 other projects first.

Israel

Psalm 107:30 Then are they glad because they be quiet; so he bringeth them unto their desired haven.

We're here! Or there, depending on perspective.

I promised Sharon a picture of our front door. Here it is.

Actually [hey, it's blue again, who did that?] we're on the second floor, and there is no balcony, but there are lots of windows so we can look out over other people's balconies and gardens.

Brussels

Someone will surely like this picture of construction work at Brussels airport. Bright colors on a gray day.

Forty winks.

We had to wait 8 hours and there was nothing to do and we didn't even want to buy lunch since it was so expensive. A chocolate mint saved from a Greek restaurant in London kept me going for quite awhile. I found a nice little wool scarf for only 207 E. (Euro's I presume.) Decided to postpone buying it (forever).

Houston to Orlando to London

November 26, 2009

Roland family

Some nice trees in Horsham.

An interesting tree Mr. Roland showed us. Only it's not a tree, but a wooden pole decorated with branches.

I wish I knew what these blue flowers are called. And why did these letters suddenly turn blue? I didn't do it! Really, I didn't!

We stayed with Rev. MacLeod, who kept us well fed and drove us everywhere through London traffic and took us out to a Greek restaurant.