Ricki finally returned to school this morning, although she is still limping a bit. She sort of wanted to stay home (a first for her), but I reminded her that her friends will be talking about Purim plans, and she better go if she doesn’t want to get left out.
And my son, David, headed back early to his base. He has a bad cold, and has to see the doctor at the regional area base. I hope they don’t have him crawling through the mud as part of his basic training, or he will likely get pneumonia. I told him that if the doctor declares him fit today, and he still feels bad tomorrow, he should check with the doctor again. A cold leading into an infection can look rather passé one day, and be a full-blown fever the next….....
On Saturday morning David and I were talking about all the instructions that he, as a new soldier, gets as he leaves the base. (Like not to hitch-hike.) I was trying to impress to his younger brother that not only is hitch-hiking dangerous, but also the picking up of hitch-hikers! David mentioned that he was sure that they were going to try and call him up in a silent call-up over Shabbat, as part of his training : “I could see the glint in her eyes as she reminded us of the possibility…..”
At that point I told him that there HAD been a LLLOOONNNGGG ringing of the phone at 1:00 am, but that of course we could not know what it was, as we do not pick the phone up over Friday evening till Saturday sundown. I guess there is more than one advantage to being a Shabbas observer…..