Packing!

Had a wonderful break from packing today, visiting Liat and Avigail up north at Hamat Gader, right outside their kibbutz. Hila still talks about our former neighbors on a daily basis and it was fun for 3 generations of Gold/Pritzkers and Meck/Smolans to hang out.

But here's why I'm writing...

Our house is a disaster -- boxes and newspaper and tape and STUFF all over. Hila has been at Grandma and Grandpa's for the last 3 days and only entered the disaster zone today. She walked into the kitchen and said, "What a terrible mess!" And I said, "We're packing!" And she said, "Oh, I want to pack too," and started throwing newspaper onto the floor. When she was done, she said, "Okay, I'm done packing," and walked out.

Oh, Hila, if only it were so easy!