I am running around like a beheaded fowl! I guess I am a natural at it.
In just one short week DH and DS #1 will board the plane to Israel. Of course, true to form, we are trying to accomplish everything at the last possible moment. Most of the day today was spend in obtaining ONE paper. For that DH had to visit THREE governmental agencies, and, of course, pay at each one. Here is the total:
Boro Hall $35.00
City Hall $3.00
Department of State $10.00.
By the way, this paper is only good for one particular country. And you have to name this country in your paperwork. DH tells me that a woman in front of him made a mistake. She wrote Israel instead of England. The clerk deliberated the issue for a few moments and then said meditatively “Israel…. England…Hm… Same thing…” And no, she did not change the paperwork.
At the end of this bureaucratic scavenger hunt he got a certificate that he is married, totally married, very totally married to me. So now he can get his Israeli passport renewed.
Then we run around cashing checks, buying food, mailing things, and faxing more papers. We just got the baby’s birth certificate (yes, it only took about four months). Now we have to fax a copy to a bunch of people and agencies from the coop we shop at (DH is on parental leave) to the landlord’s office. A person there told me that “having a baby with you is not a proof that it was born”. OK. Now we got the paper, so she must have been born.
Through all this the only thing that is keeping me sane is my knitting. I knit as much as I can. Even after everything blurs. In the car, and on line at the post office, at home, whenever I can steal a few minutes I knit. I am knitting cheerful, pink baby hats. They look like wonderful cupcakes.
Knitting helps me stay calm, when my 8 – year old calls and says “Mommy, I fell of the chair and I think I broke my arm!” I started knitting faster and
asked her to try and move the fingers. She said they were moving. Then I asked if there was any blood. She told me that she had to look. After investigating her hand for about a minute she reported that there was no blood. So all is well, I knit and life goes on.