Happy 4th of July to all those on the "other" side of the Atlantic! We did not, obviously, celebrate, but Hagai had a late-night barbque with his friends as a good-bye before he travels to the States (tonight), so I guess that that counts, a bit anyway.
Tonight, I take Ariella and Hagai to the airport. We found a family that will be travelling on the same flight, so I know that I have some adults to keep an eye on them, at least until they clear passport control and customs and head on to the Delta terminal for their flight to Detroit.
It's going to be VERY quiet for the next month! Don't know if I will be able to deal with it! The room downstairs is now ready to rent out, and when Ariella clears up her stuff today, her room will be ready too. So if I have a lot of renters, God Willing, I'll won't be bored, even with a few fewer kids around. I might be renting out one of the rooms of the house downstairs from us as well, though half of the profits will be going to the home-owner, but even so, it will be worth it. If Yochi does the cleaning, she can earn a bit of savings too.
Walking to work through the main street this morning, I was struck at the Israeli phenomena of morning deliveries. Many companies send their trucks out to deliver bread and sometimes milk products (in the winter) in the early hours of the morning, and often the deliveries are made before the corner groceries are open. So the delivery truck leaves the produce outside the locked door of the grocery, and when the owner arrives, he brings everything in.
Sometimes, customers, usually kids who need bread for sandwiches, come before the store is open, but when the produce is still sitting outside. They take what they need, and come into the store to settle up later.
Israel is not immune to crime, but there are some things that are sacred, and honoring this arrangement, among all sectors of the population, seems to be one of them.