"So", Isaac announced to me earlier in the week, "I need you to come with me to Kibbutz Yavne on Friday to fix my watch."
His beloved watch.
You see my friends, many of you don't know that Isaac is a watch freak (and a pen freak as well, but that's for a different time). He loves watches, the more doo-dads on them the better. His favorite watch has a function that allows him to go deep sea diving and still be able to tell the time in every time zone in the world. Because we all know how often my beloved and his beloved watch go deep sea diving.
Anyhoo, I agreed to accompany said beloved down to Yavne because, well sometimes he does nice things for me, too. It's the whole-give-and-take-thing in marriage that is often spoken of. And because now that he has a car from work, I don't have to worry as much about driving in an un-air-conditioned car and breaking down in the middle of nowhere.
And so we set out. It was a beautiful day for a drive and I really do love looking at our ATLAS HAZAHAV to figure out routes. Orli joined us in our quest to fix the watch. We were having a pleasant enough time, enjoying the scenery and each other, when all of a sudden, like a phoenix rising I saw this:
Hiding in the city of Yavne, a huge storefront dedicated solely to Ben and Jerry's. That would be ice cream. As in American ice cream. Not exactly Haagen Dazs, but pretty close.
Did we stop?
Is the sky blue?
We knew Liat would kick herself for deciding to stay home. Sometimes there are great and just rewards for those willing to join the old folks on their journeys, eh?
Our stop sure made the trip worthwile. Isaac got his watch fixed in about ten minutes, no charge. It's really not that surprising that Kibbutz Yavne, founded by German Jews, is a manufacturer of watches and that they really know how to keep time.
The beloved watch fixed, Ben and Jerry's; all-in-all a pretty darn good Friday.
Shavua Tov--have a great week.
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