He was up just after 7. We read Fing and ‘inexplicable’ was a word of the day. He then watched Julius Jr. and The Magic School Bus. I went up and took a shower. They spent some time outside and were playing with the circuits set. They made a nice annoying one that makes siren noises. He had some crackers, and as he was making yummy noises he told us, “instead of doing mmm mmm I sing a song.” We were trying to set up a play date for him, but everyone was busy. Carly asked him, “Do you want to play with Taya?” He replied, “Well, if she’s available.”
The butterfly seems to be doing okay—not on death’s door like I first thought—and we fed it sugar water and saw it drinking it. We got ready to head to Tel Aviv. We left at 10:30. On the way he told me he had won a pizza contest in Israel and received gold for it. Everyone liked his pizza, except a few people: “they had a brain problem and didn’t want to eat reslly good things, only bad things” like wood and plastic. We also read more of Fing.
We parked along the street up on the road north of the power plant, near the light house. We walked north to the bridge over the water intake into the plant, then worked our way south. As we got on the south side of the river, to the old port area, we started looking for a cafe for lunch. Greg, the only place I’ve ever eaten down there, was closed. We found a couple other places, but they were either closing for an hour (odd), not open yet, or really, really busy. Finally, we walked inland a block and went to Movieing, a cafe quite close to Cassie’s house.
We got a shakshuka and a veggie pasta dish. Carly and I got cappuccinos and August had a hot chocolate. We sat outside at first, and August sang a scribbling song as he colored on a kids placemat that they brought. they moved us inside and the food came. Carly took him to the bathroom, then they looked around outside while I paid and got the leftovers as takeout. We then walked over to the shore and south to the first beach.
There, August and Carly compromised on a spot and we got playing in the sand. August was quoting the commercial saying, “I need more money! Not clutter!” He went down and sort of waded in a few times to fill a bucket up with water. His nose was really getting runny, and when I asked if he wanted to go he said yes and we left at 2:40.
On the walk back to the car we had to weave our way though traffic. August was making it difficult today, always drifting/pulling to the left so I had to steer him back or ask him to turn to the right. We stopped at the bathroom, then stopped at the wooden hill and he rolled down a few times.
We read Fing on the way home, then once there we worked on taking apart the broken iPad Carly had brought home. I managed to pry off the glass pretty well with our small screwdrivers. The broken screen meant I couldn’t take it all off in one piece. August wore his safety glasses, and we took it apart in a cardboard box. August used tape to hold up three of the flaps to keep the glass in.
He ate some string cheese and then had oatmeal, then played with the construction set with Carly. They made popcorn and watched another documentary about Arctic. He had a lot to say, and was happy we could cook our fish, unlike the people in the documentary who were eating theirs raw. Carly went up and took a shower and he and I watched Formula E practice. We looked up where the circuit was (Sanya, in China) and he looked at Google Maps for awhile.
He told me about his safer car, which had both wings and tires. The wings fold back into it, and you could get it as a kit. He gave me a kit so I could make one.
Carly took him up for a bath. She washed his hair, but there was no screaming. She had put a towel around his shoulders and it worked really well. I went up to read to him. He talked about how I could come to his laboratory but I had to be safe and wear a safety suit. We read The Bad Seed and then started Nick and Tesla’s High Voltage Lab. We had finished Fing earlier. We discussed karting, and how a go kart is less likely to tip than his bike. Don’t think he was convinced though. And I could only find a karting place in Israel that starts at age 8.
He went down to say good night to Carly. She was talking to someone on the phone. I thought it was Cherie, but it was someone else, who lives in Israel, but that Cherie met. She was offering to show us other schools in Israel, just north of us in the Hadera area.
Back upstairs we did a puppy visualization (one of the puppies we saw down on the waterfront today). He was quite stuffy again, and got to sleep about 9.
An annoying circuits experiment:
Climbing on the rocks:
New driving style:
Scribble song:
Filling the bucket:
Wading, sort of:
Taking apart the iPad:
