I went into Jerusalem to have lunch with Margalit Friedman at 12:00. I arrived around 11:00 and decided that I had time to zoom up to the shuk and get more oven-roasted peanuts. Sounds like a fine plan. But I couldn't find the vendor (of course). I finally settled for another nut vendor with an oven.
Back to the light rail, back to the bus station, and JUST missed a #132 bus. No problem, right? But it's now 11:50 (how did that happen?). I texted to her know that I was at least in Jerusalem. Tick, tick, tick. Finally another bus at 12:29. Fine, arrive in Givat Zeev at the correct stop. Walked to the right building, walked down four flights of stairs. Ok. I knock, and knock again. And again (yes, there was music on inside). I text. I knock. Finally the door opens, and Rabbi Friedman was unexpectedly home, too.
We had a lovely lunch and visit. I left around 4:00, caught a #131 back to Jerusalem, and grabbed a #18 bus to go to a gallery. I find the gallery, but it's closed (supposed to be open until 8:00). I call the number on the door at 5:20 hoping they'll be back in a few minutes. But no. (Sigh) So I headed back to Tel Aviv.
BTW, we had a duststorm day. I thought it was cloudy, but Margalit told me about the dust. It wasn't profound but kinda low visibility.
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