Another spring sharav came through today, bringing with it soaring temperatures (well up into the nineties) and dessicatingly dry air. There wasn't that much dust with this one though, thank goodness. The sharav finally broke this evening and as we speak (err, as I type) gale-force winds are whipping through the neighborhood, shaking my windows and rattling my walls, and with no disrespect to Bob Dylan not at all figuratively.
In other meaningless news Jay and I managed to stash the kids with the visiting grandparents for a few hours this morning so that we could head into Tel Aviv to finally look for a new light fixture for the living room. Our old one exploded (yes, quite literally, blowing the circuits for the entire house with it) about two months ago and we've been living in semi-darkness ever since, unable to find the time to head over to the South Tel Aviv street known for an abundance of lighting stores all on the same block. After visiting every last store on the street we finally found something we both loved in the very last store. It's custom-made so we won't have it until next Friday, but what's another week after all this time. It's a very cool fixture, definitely worth waiting for - somewhat like the way all of you will have to wait for the photos, since I'm suspecting it will make a great monochrome shot.
In other news I am now officially utterly and completely sick of matza. The holiday ends tomorrow night here in Israel - and not a moment too soon. I have had quite enough of eating cardboard for one year.
We're off on a tiyul (trip, and in this case nature hike) tomorrow, so hopefully my next post will have more photos and less meaningless drivel.
Perhaps not, but we can always hope, right?