Night in the mental hospital, day of productivity

How exciting to sign on today and see that I had four comments (even though one was a repeat - I love Priscilla enough to read her words twice!) :)! Nonetheless, it made me feel like maybe I'm not just talking to myself here.



Can I just tell you how productive I have been today? It's really quite amazing, considering that the past two days I think I was trying to set a record in how little I did. Nonetheless, I went to Dothan and put an ad in the American Classifieds (that's the Thrifty Nickel for all those who aren't current on the name change) and Alex, I thought of you when I decided to place the ad. I was sitting around and thought, "I should put an ad in the Thrifty Nickel. Oh wait! It's Wednesday, which means it comes out tomorrow" (that's when I thought of you, mocking me for getting one every Thursday) "so I could go put one in today." The ad will be in the paper but not on the internet, since I didn't get there before 11:00 AM. (I confess, I was sleeping at 11:00 AM.) But it doesn't really matter. I've seen enough geeky Nissan enthusiasts in the area that I think the chances of my car selling fast are pretty good. Then I went to PetsMart and Banfield, got some food and kitty litter for Calvin (did I ever explain why his name is Calvin and that it wasn't my idea and it has nothing to do with John Calvin?). I also had my water and power disconnected at the old trailer. Very productive, I must say.



Here's one fun little tidbit I must add: last night I had a dream that I had been committed to some kind of mental hospital. Isn't that horrible?! But it was a mental hospital for kids, and I both was and was not a kid (that's possible in a dream, you know). In the dream, I still was going to Israel, and so I had to escape from the hospital in order to sell my car so I could still go. The hilarious thing is that Bethany was in the area somehow, and hid her car keys in the backpack of one of the kids at the place so I could get them. Then I took THE most circuitous route possible to get to her car. (In real life, Daive and I went for an invigorating run/walk last night around midnight, then I did some power yoga so my muscles were sore in real life, but when I was "walking" in my dream, I remember thinking they hurt then too. Weird.)



You know, I even amaze myself sometimes with how wordy I can be. Gracious, I almost feel bad for all of you reading ALL of this. Though certainly you don't have to read it if you don't want to, so too bad for you then. Seriously though, thanks for caring. :) And the kindness, it certainly does mean a lot to me.



Ah yes, one other thing. Ovadya, a wonderful nice man in Israel that works for some sort of real estate company, has called me twice this week. He's been helping me look for an apartment. He called today and told me of two options, but I don't think I want either of them. But now I feel horrible because he has spent time (looking for the apartments) and money (he has called me from Israel because I could not figure out how to make an international call - and no advice on that, because I get it now) helping me and I don't want to be the stereotypical inconsiderate American, you know? Ah well...I suppose that's all for today.



Hebrew word for the day: gerev (sock)

(I'm on the clothing lesson in my new book.)