If anyone is wondering what I am doing blogging at this time of night (early morning) I'll save you the suspense--cleaning. They arrive tomorrow and I'm already thinking that, besides the joy of getting to see them, one of the side benefits is that my apartment is finally going to look more like a real person lives here and less like a (messy) college student. There are happy little plants, some of them in bloom (some, er don't ever) as artistically placed as this unartistic gal can get through-out the apartment. There is even one on the back of the toilet blooming away.
The kitchen has been cleaned and cleaned again, although the stains on the floor that bleach doesn't touch still make it look like it is dirty as all get-out. Well, after my mother shrieks and takes her own mop and scrubber to it (and she is likely to) she will see that them (really big massive) dirty-looking areas just don't budge. I have mopped the floors 5 times and still get dirt on my feets about 10 minutes after they dry. I will probably mop again one more time before they arrive because one cat or another is likely going to yak. They have suddenly gotten hairballs or else yakking is contagious. One yeeuched yesterday and two did today --or maybe one was just very prolific. I am also wondering if it is cruel and un-catame to shave them all bald. How traumatic would this be? I am being traumatized by the amount of loose hair they generate!
I still have a couple more loads of laundry to do (3 hours and the last one is still not dry!) and some straightening left. The rug is leaning against the wall outside the apartment and tomorrow _early_ I will take it down to the basement along with a chair of the landlady's (I think I've discovered that the problem with her is that she is getting seriously senile but more on that another time) that doesn't fit anywhere in the apartment and is precarious to sit on --it kind of sways when you sit down, er and while you are sitting if you breathe. I have a bit more filing to do. By the time the laundry is done it will be time to head for ulpan.
Ulpan today was very interesting. I haven't switched classes yet and I may not --we're almost getting private lessons. There were 5 people left, including me, today. She does much better with only a few people, both being more targeted in her questions and our discussions and also really trying (she is obviously terrified we are all going to go) to engage us. With only 5 people in the class I have to be a lot more active and have to talk a lot more. It was kind of kewl today (she was uber nice to me) because when I started struggling and then got embarrassed and was like, no just move on to someone else, she responded, "don't be afraid, I know you are just nervous --you write so beautifully and were talking to R (a very new girl) just fine when you came in from the break, I know you can do this." Wow. And then I actually did manage to struggle out a few mangled sentences. She praised me, however, for a lot of things during the day that I really did not deserve praise for.
Oh and the sonic booms were a nice diversion. We had them again today (not all that unusual but the air pressure or something made them a lot more intense)--again and again and again through the morning --and it really sounded like something extremely big blowing up just around the corner. Everyone kept looking at the windows and ha'morah kept saying, it is just the airplanes now pay attention. After a particularly loud one Anna, (the annoying beyond belief girl) who never speaks above a bare whisper said in what must be her version of a near-scream "are you sure we aren't being bombed? That was loud!" We all looked at her. No one had ever heard her speak in a normal tone of voice much less one raised at least an octave above it. It was very hard to keep a straight face.