It all comes together now, slowly, slowly.
Why wait until after the winter to look at real estate?
Why paint before Pesach?
Why worry about allergies outside when you have mold in the house?
What work that the city did?
Oh, yeah, there is a spring under the house. And the city closed it off last year, so it has to go somewhere.
And so that’s why things went bump in the night, which turned into pieces of plaster falling off the outside wall, taking down the tsotchkes that they had hanging on the walls.
And that’s why the floor in the study (which we don’t really use because the overhead light is broken, and it’s really really dark in there) was wet. Not the whole thing; just one square.
So, putting it all together, yes, we knew there was a mold problem in Israel in old houses, especially the old stone ones. It turns out that the house we are renting is over 200 years old, with some later additions. The owner who grew up in the house told us how all his family members would take turns bathing in the kitchen in some kind of tub, heating up water and then pouring it over themselves. Apparently, there were no doors, either.
But that was then; this is now. We knew to keep spraying the mold that appeared, but didn’t think that there would be a piece of the ceiling that could fall on our heads.
והגנתי I protected (against mold and fungi)
And if this weren’t enough (dayenu, anyone?), they do continue with three more
- והידרתי and I decorated
- וניקיתי and I cleaned (fascinating it didn’t start there)
- וחסחתי and I saved (brilliant!)
So, there you go. As we move into the OMG it’s almost Pesach mode, we can enjoy the renewal of our people in our Land in all ways possible.
And look forward to our new home outside of the land of mold!
לְשָׁנָה הַבָאָה בִּירוּשָלַיִם הַבְּנוּיָה