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I had a very enjoyable out-Shabbat at my Rav's house in Talmon. Yes, Abi and Naomi I saw Noa and I told her you guys send her a dash cham-cham-cham and that you (Abi) were planning on calling her during the coming week. Better make good on that promise then, huh?
It's really funny, because I'd already been to Harav Ohad's house with the rest of "his" group of girls earlier in the year. The thing is that most of those girls turned out to be in the Chinuch program and therefore got drafted a month ago. So it was decided that all of the remaining girls would go to Harav Ohad's for Shabbat - most of them girls who hadn't been there before. Only seven out of the 28 that went had been there before, *I* find this amusing.
Anyway, because there were so many of us, we were given a kindergarden again to sleep in. We were kinda squished, but we managed. Our advertures during the Shabbat actually started later on during Shabbat and had a lot to do with the gan itself. The gate to the gan is one of those electric intercom connected gates that you have to push a button to open, so in order to avoid chilul Shabbat we opened the gate and put a brick in the doorway just in case it closed accidentally. As I said, our advertures started late on Shabbat when in the middle of our collective Shabbat nap we suddenly hear this loud, insistant, buzzing sound. After several busrts of buzzing and several scrapped theories as to what it could be (missile alert, evacuation siren etc.) someone went outside and discovered a little boy pushing the button and enjoying the sound it made. After mild persuasion, he eventually went away and everyone returned to slumber-land.
After our rest our Rav took us to the stream right outside the yeshuv. It really isn't all that exciting, it's just a 2 meter deep pool with some water trickling in and a little trickling out. I even considered not going because I had been there last time and there hadn't been all that much to do there that time, but I decided to be social and go with everyone. I'm glad I did. Some of the girls decided to sit on the edge of the pool to dip their feet and cool off. Hadas was boldest and sat right on the edge and even swung herself out a little every now and again and she would be warned back even time. Well, once she swung out too much and fell in. The water wasn't too high, so it wasn't life threatening, but she got a real good dunk in the water. It was real comical seeing her trying to get back up out of the water and not succeeding, laughing all the way. Everyone else thought so too, the party being devided into those who were laughing their heads off to those who were trying to give advice or help her out of the pool in addition to laughing their heads off. We eventually got her out, slightly more drenched than when she went in, but non the worse for wear. I later came up to her and thanked her for livening up an otherwise rather dull outing.
On returning to the yeshuv before mincha, a handful of us went back to the kindergarden for a few minutes. On trying to exit the gan Marva found herself face-to-face with the same button-pushing fiend from earlier on and this time he had his hand on the gate already having removed the brick from it's place and was preparing to close the gate. "Don't close that!" she said, but with a devillish smile on his face (so reported) the little imp slammed the gate shut and ran. Wonderful. Now there were five of us locked in a kindergarden without a way out until the end of Shabbat. There was a back way out but it was a two-meter way down a 65 degree angleslope covered with unpleasant looking bushes. Not fun. Thankfully, a key was found and we were saved that ordeal. What was left of Shabbat was passed in eating, talking and singing, the best end to any Jewish tale.
Gut woch!
It's really funny, because I'd already been to Harav Ohad's house with the rest of "his" group of girls earlier in the year. The thing is that most of those girls turned out to be in the Chinuch program and therefore got drafted a month ago. So it was decided that all of the remaining girls would go to Harav Ohad's for Shabbat - most of them girls who hadn't been there before. Only seven out of the 28 that went had been there before, *I* find this amusing.
Anyway, because there were so many of us, we were given a kindergarden again to sleep in. We were kinda squished, but we managed. Our advertures during the Shabbat actually started later on during Shabbat and had a lot to do with the gan itself. The gate to the gan is one of those electric intercom connected gates that you have to push a button to open, so in order to avoid chilul Shabbat we opened the gate and put a brick in the doorway just in case it closed accidentally. As I said, our advertures started late on Shabbat when in the middle of our collective Shabbat nap we suddenly hear this loud, insistant, buzzing sound. After several busrts of buzzing and several scrapped theories as to what it could be (missile alert, evacuation siren etc.) someone went outside and discovered a little boy pushing the button and enjoying the sound it made. After mild persuasion, he eventually went away and everyone returned to slumber-land.
After our rest our Rav took us to the stream right outside the yeshuv. It really isn't all that exciting, it's just a 2 meter deep pool with some water trickling in and a little trickling out. I even considered not going because I had been there last time and there hadn't been all that much to do there that time, but I decided to be social and go with everyone. I'm glad I did. Some of the girls decided to sit on the edge of the pool to dip their feet and cool off. Hadas was boldest and sat right on the edge and even swung herself out a little every now and again and she would be warned back even time. Well, once she swung out too much and fell in. The water wasn't too high, so it wasn't life threatening, but she got a real good dunk in the water. It was real comical seeing her trying to get back up out of the water and not succeeding, laughing all the way. Everyone else thought so too, the party being devided into those who were laughing their heads off to those who were trying to give advice or help her out of the pool in addition to laughing their heads off. We eventually got her out, slightly more drenched than when she went in, but non the worse for wear. I later came up to her and thanked her for livening up an otherwise rather dull outing.
On returning to the yeshuv before mincha, a handful of us went back to the kindergarden for a few minutes. On trying to exit the gan Marva found herself face-to-face with the same button-pushing fiend from earlier on and this time he had his hand on the gate already having removed the brick from it's place and was preparing to close the gate. "Don't close that!" she said, but with a devillish smile on his face (so reported) the little imp slammed the gate shut and ran. Wonderful. Now there were five of us locked in a kindergarden without a way out until the end of Shabbat. There was a back way out but it was a two-meter way down a 65 degree angleslope covered with unpleasant looking bushes. Not fun. Thankfully, a key was found and we were saved that ordeal. What was left of Shabbat was passed in eating, talking and singing, the best end to any Jewish tale.
Gut woch!