Story of the Day 9/19/2011 #3

My son, Aaron, had a list of things he was supposed to do, today, while I was out.
He was supposed to call the dentist and make an appointment before he leaves for Israel.
He was supposed to call the Jewish Federation and find out if he could get some scholarship funds for his stay at the yeshivah in Israel.
And he was supposed to make a packing list for his trip to Israel.

You might have noticed a theme.

At any rate, I returned home, late this afternoon, to find Aaron taking nap number 2 or 3, for the day.
When he awoke, he showed me his packing list.
It wasn’t bad, as long as he didn’t plan on making any friends. He had forgotten to pack deodorant, or, at least, to put it on the list.
And he had called the dentist’s office, but no one answered. They have odd hours, especially since our dentist is away, right now, doing his tour of duty- he is in the Army Reserve, but due back very soon.
So, Aaron will call again, tomorrow.

And Aaron remembered to call the Federation. And he spoke with a very lovely person that we know from synagogue.
And he gave her his email address
He thinks.
Except, he realizes that maybe he is not sure how to spell his email address and he might possibly have given her someone else’s email address, but since she said she will email him, he will see if he gets an email from her tomorrow, and if not, he will call and explain to her that he can’t actually spell his email address.

I am certain, that if he has to do this, she will be rather concerned for this kid who will be traveling to Israel on his own. That and she will be wondering about what kind of a yeshivah he will be attending. And, perhaps, she will think that we are cruel to be sending our poor, not very bright child off on his own.

I will admit to having some interesting thoughts about all of this as he explained to me that he wasn’t sure how to spell his email address- which is composed of his first name and a word from a 4th or 5th grade spelling list.

One of my thoughts was that I hoped no one at the yeshivah will expect him to know which month follows September, or the alphabet, in order, or…….
And that I had better take a permanent marker and put his name in all of his clothes, and our home phone number, in case he gets lost.