WHAT A DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES

Well, by the time I dragged my weary bones back into bed last night, I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

The good news is that Sweetsie Girl is feeling much better and back at her gan (nursery school) today. Now, I am not sure, but I think I promised her the house and car and all my jewelry yesterday. See, for five solid hours we talked. Actually she spoke and I just said YES in the appropriate places. I have no idea what she said as she is only two and had a pacifier in her mouth at the time. But I got the part where she said, Bubbie I love lu. That I got really good. And we were hugging and smooching for those five hours so how bad can that be?

And all that time we were watching tv. Five hours of the equivalent of Sesame Street, Israeli version. WOW. But, to tell you the truth, between the non-stop conversation and the tv I was exhausted.

I hate to admit this, but I'm not used to all that noise any more. Since I closed my learning center and gave up being a boss and executive personage, ahem, and since my kids have all grown up, and since I now live with my husband and joe college and not all three kids and their friends and all the neighbour kids running in and out...I kinda got used to quiet.

How did that happen to me? I used to be a night owl...you know...up until two-three in the morning, writing, emailing, chatting online, reading, watching tv. Yes that person.

I love the quiet hours of the middle of the night. No phones/no talking/no problems that need immediate attention/no cooking/cleaning/washing up...just me and the quiet. Well, since I joined my new sorority...yes I still am a Phi Sigma Sigma girl but now I am also a C.S.G (senior citizen girl) and that comes with a lot of perks.

I don't have to get up and relinquish my seat when an old f*rt my age gets on. I get discount bus tickets. I am the matriarch of the family. And on and on. And I have earned every grey hair in my head.

I figure we only get two doors to choose from...get old...get dead. I chose the first one and am having a great time even though I'm not as spry as I used to be. Sigh.

So, after watching my little granddaughter, I ran home to teach one of my students. then grabbed a cab and went to Rena's and we fought the Jerusalem Day traffic and went out for dinner.

We had a lot to talk about. A lot to eat. A lot of fun. And at around 10:30 I shlepped my weary bones up the stairs and into the elevator and home at last.

Dorothy was right. There's no place like home.

Have a great day...stay safe...and thanks for dropping in.