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I'm in the middle of a couple of extremely busy weeks. Work, which was slow during winter, gathered speed and now I have more assignments and tasks than I can handle. It's good though, these are little engineering projects that keep my work interesting. I've been to two end-of-school-year parties, one of which was my daughter finishing elementary school. I've been to one overnight trip with families from my son's class, and another one with my daughter's class awaits me tomorrow. On Friday-Saturday we went camping on the beach. My husband, as usual, was too busy to come along (he's towards the end of his studies in the Open University, and studying for his exams) so I took my energetic 80 year old grandma with me. Still, I was the one who did the driving, building the tent and taking it down. She helped me with Tommy though, because from the moment we arrived until we went home, all he wanted to do was play in the waves. I hated the sand, how it gets everywhere. In your face, in your food, and in the most intimate places beneath the swimming suit. Ugh. But it was worth it. I enjoyed it, despite the challenge, and after the most beautiful sunset there came a quarter of a moon, shining above the sea and reflecting its light in the black waves. Stars were very visible, and it reminded me of that drawing I did of Lestat and Louis riding the horse on the shoreline.
The sea is so beautiful at night, and restless, restless as always. The rhythmic noise of the waves didn't cease even throughout the night.
Tomorrow I go with my daughter's class. End-of-elementary-school trip, child and parent. My husband stays with the boys and I go with my daughter. My tent is still full of sand. I'll have to shake it well in my back yard this afternoon. On Friday there's a party at Tommy's day care center. I'll still be with my daughter and my feelings were torn for a while because I can't duplicate myself to be with two children at two different places at the same time. But in the end my husband agreed to give up on half a lesson and go to Tommy's party.
My father has had a surgical operation yesterday in a hospital in Jerusalem. But with all this, I can only visit him on Saturday so that's another "trip" planned for the weekend.
I expect to be nothing short of e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d when it all ends.
The sea is so beautiful at night, and restless, restless as always. The rhythmic noise of the waves didn't cease even throughout the night.
Tomorrow I go with my daughter's class. End-of-elementary-school trip, child and parent. My husband stays with the boys and I go with my daughter. My tent is still full of sand. I'll have to shake it well in my back yard this afternoon. On Friday there's a party at Tommy's day care center. I'll still be with my daughter and my feelings were torn for a while because I can't duplicate myself to be with two children at two different places at the same time. But in the end my husband agreed to give up on half a lesson and go to Tommy's party.
My father has had a surgical operation yesterday in a hospital in Jerusalem. But with all this, I can only visit him on Saturday so that's another "trip" planned for the weekend.
I expect to be nothing short of e-x-h-a-u-s-t-e-d when it all ends.