The Lift is coming! Yay!
The Lift is coming? Oy vey!
Yes, tomorrow I gallop off to Haifa to process whatever mysterious paperwork is wanted by the import company: passports (US and Israeli) Teudats zehut, teudat oleh (mine), apartment contract, packing lists and, of course----the checkbook.
Have you ever noticed that things don't happen one-thing-at-a-time? Bituach Leumi stuff overlapped house-selling/buying stuff; we're now renewing our lease with our landlord, who is being gracious and reasonable to date and in the midst of these negotiations, we get an email from the import company saying "call us--your stuff is arriving Friday."
Lots of notice, huh? Last I heard, they were going to email me when the ship left New York -- clearly THAT didn't happen.
I have a dear friend's daughter (also a dear friend) arriving Monday; I'm seeing Susie and going ceramic/kitchen/bathroom/air-conditioning-units hunting on Sunday; I have school clothes shopping yet to do next week (special ed schools do NOT strike, although this morning's radio broadcast made rumbles about the rest of the school system m a y b e striking (again) so the Boy will be starting on time and needs stuff that actually fits.) Somewhere in all of this I'm supposed to receive a lift and unpack it?!!
I'll manage. Somehow. I am Woman, Hear Me Shout (and whine and whimper and bellyache and pull my hair out by the roots....)
I should look on the bright side. I have furniture and books. Lots of the world has neither, nor a place to put them in. So, I should be grateful that I have such "problems."