I wrote a long long post yesterday and then the computer crashed and I lost it. I will now attempt to recompile my thoughts.
Yesterday I stepped in poop. Then I sat on my friend's sofa and got poop on the sofa. Then yesterday in class, I sat on my foot and got poo on my pants. It was really unfortunate. You might ask why I didn't scrape the poop off my shoe first thing. The answer is simply that I was too lazy. I am a complicated person.
Also in class yesterday, I had an itch inside my ear. I scratched it and my ear was full of sand. I was on the beach on Friday afternoon and there was some serious wind. The wind blew the sand in my ear. That means it was in my ear for three days. When it is windy on the beach, the kibbutzniks all come out to windsurf and kite surf in the sea. I love to watch.
I would now like to comment on the fact that Angela, Sarah, and I went through a roll and a half of toilet paper in under 24 hours. Impressive. I was thinking of this today while I was scrubbing the walls of our bathroom in preparation for our monthly room inspection. We passed. Our bathroom is currently sparkling. My eyes were burning a little because I felt it was necessary to use pure bleach to clean our shower.
Purim has come and gone. I love Purim. Americans don't do Purim correctly and, as a result, I have been missing out my whole life. In Israel, it seems Purim preparations last all year. The celebrations last all week. There are parades and costumes and sweets and the energy is contagious.
On Thursday night, my friends and I went to the Kibbutz Megillah reading. It was great. It was the first time I had been to synagogue since the start of ulpan. It was great to be able to read the Hebrew and understand more of what was being read. While they read the Megillah, little kids who were dressed in costumes carried around big bowls of gummy worms. Thursday was the kid's Purim party. There was a moon bounce and a giant dance party for all the kids on the kibbutz. They loved it.
On Friday, Hannah and I had a picnic breakfast. Then I spent the rest of the day helping my friends, Peleg and Yarden, with last minute Purim preparations. We painted and stapled and hammered. It was satisfying. After we were done, we climbed a tree and went up to the roof of the heder ochel and watched the sunset.
Friday night was the big Purim party. It was crazyy. There was a mechanical bull. My friend, Vidhura, rode it 4 times and has been walking like a cowboy ever since. Hannah and I dressed up as German barmaids. I had a name tag that said "Gutentag". My costume broke sometime during the night. At the end of the night, my shoes were almost completely black because so many people stepped on them. I went to sleep at 5:30 in the morning. It was quite an event! I like how the #1 question after Purim is "do you remember anything from last night?" Don't worry, I remembered everything.
Last night was the Midget Reveal Ceremony. We each had to stand up and list for the ulpan what gifts we had received throughout the week and then ask "Who is my Midget?" Then, our Midget would step out from the crowd and reveal themselves. I was so happy. I spent the whole week thinking that I knew who my midget was. When I asked "Who is my Midget?" someone I had never met stood up. I was so happy and so surprised. I guess I'm not as smart as I look. What is so cool is that we got to know each other without knowing who each other was. Now we are officially friends...on facebook. His name is Ignacio. He is from Argentina. He gave me the BEST chocolate.
The past two days I have been working at night in the coffeeshop to help Hannah. Her coworker, Debbie, cut her foot on the beach on Friday and is in bed with 9 stitches on the bottom of her foot. I am standing in for her, unofficially. It has been really fun. I am learning my numbers and getting to talk to a lot of people. I am also able to type up my blog post on an actual keyboard. Glorious!
Speaking of Hannah, I have to go help her close up shop. Time to wipe down the tables and stock the teacups.
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxxoxo
With undying love for Angela's clothes lines, cockroach antenae in the drain, sombreros, a laundry of dishes, broken futons, tukeem, and tuna with potatoes.
I respectfully and Jewishly remain,
J. Michael Hess Webber
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