Today I wore my gloves. They got wet. I wore a hoodie. The hood got wet. I wore Bob's sweat pants. The bottoms got wet. I had a back pack on. It got wet. I had an umbrella and it got turned inside out and wet on both sides. It is raining in Jerusalem.
Things had to be done for Shabbat, so we got wet and did them.Actually, it was sorta fun. The last time I got this wet, I was in Jerusalem, too. Bob and I were waiting to cross a street and it was pouring. We should have known better and taken an umbrella..
The cars passing us threw rain from the street on us and I got wet up to my glasses. For some reason, maybe we were punch drunk, but we thought this was hilarious and laughed all the way to our rental apartment on Abraham Lincoln street. Native speakers call
Lincoln.. Link co lin. You have to tell your driver to take you to Avraham Link co lin Street. ON my wet trip today, I walked to the fish dealer. I am getting good at asking for what I want. I didn't want the piece already cut, but a fresh side of salmon.
I got it alright, but he made me wait while he cleaned fish for other customers. I think he was punishing me for wanting him to cut another piece. It was raining so hard that the flower guy who is on our corner every Friday, wasn't there. My son in law had
to find another flower person. Too bad, because it is so cool to see the guy set up with all of his beautiful flowers. almost like a scene from a Paris movie. My clothes are drying and I hope the weather man is right when he says it will stop by midnight.
I'll take his word for it and check in the morning. Shabbat Shalom.