My son called , today. the one in Israel.
Yes, it is another one of those stories. Although, without the mice.
My son called today and told me that he is moving. Aaron, the one who is living in a dorm in a yeshivah in Israel. The one who is coming home, soon for Passover.
He is moving?
"Where are you moving?"
"Across the street."
"Why are you moving across the street?"
"They are renovating the dorms."
This sounds good. Maybe they will renovate enough that the mice will move out.
"For two weeks, because then it will be time to fly home."
The school's timing seems a little off.
Aaron explains that across the street are " apartments". I am not exactly sure what this means, but if it has a bed, it will be fine. And if it has less mice, it will be wonderful.
"I heard the apartments are very nice."
Good, I think that means there actually are less mice.
But this raises a problem.
Aaron had asked about leaving things in the dorm over the break. Things like his sheets and towels, so he would no have to cram them into his luggage when he flies home, and then cram them back in his luggage, when he flies back to Israel. He had been told that he could leave them in the dorm room.
But now , the dorm will be undergoing renovations, and they cannot leave anything there. And they will not be returning to the apartments, after break, and he cannot leave things there.
I told him to ask, again, and ask what the impact of the new set up is. I cannot believe that Aaron is the only student in this situation. And it is not only sheets and towels, but books. Many of the students have a shelf of books, too heavy to pack. Especially with the new weight restrictions.
Even if they gave up wearing clean underwear and socks, which some of them seem ready to do, they couldn't' not manage to transport their books.
This is serious for some of the students, but only hypothetical, for my son, because Aaron is not sure that he wants to go back to the Yeshivah, after the break.
But, if he does, it would be nice to have sheets, and towels. And socks and underwear.
We do, after all, have vague hopes of someday being grandparents, which means getting past prospective daughter-in-laws' noses.
And mouse traps. The $53 worth of mouse traps that I mailed to him.
I wonder if they will let him store those somewhere.
If not, I bet he can find a family living nearby who would be happy to borrow them for a month. Especially with all of the renovations.
And, so you see, it is after all one of those stories about the mice.