Shabbat at the Dascha

Things have progressed, regressed, and digressed here at the dascha.

Progress:
1. I located the correct hot water switch and now there is hot water everywhere! Apparently this house has three switches that look like Israeli water-heater switches and I had tried only two of them...the two that apparently do nothing. Although you never know...maybe they do something I haven't yet discovered. Scarey.

2. The 14-year-old knows how to make sushi! And she made it for dinner!

3. I've taught both girls how to knit. The 14-year-old is already off and running on a hat of her own design (!) The 9-year old was about four inches into her practice project when she asked me, "What am I making here?" It was such a startlingly sensible question that I quickly made up an answer: "You are making a patch. When it's finished you can decide whether you want it to be the patch for a scarf or the patch for a blanket. And then you can make more patches and put them together." She scampered away quite satisfied.

Regression:
I attempted to barbecue some hamburgers but they threatened to disintegrate and had to be finished up on the frying pan.

Digression (actually, it was a Diversion, but that doesn't scan...poetic license):
Noorster came to visit! Idan and Tif came to visit!

Depression:
Noorster, Idan, and Tif went home.