In the summer of 2006, I moved with my family to the Golan Heights, the northeastern most region in Israel. Growing up in Long Island and immigrating to Israel in the 1990s, I have lived most of my life in suburbia; however, at the young age of 28, I embarked on a new chapter of life, a new adventure, a new type of living – country livin’. Follow my experiences, encounters, and observations of life on the northern frontier on this blog.

Saturday, April 28, 2007

Unseasonal showers

With balmy weather and overcast skies, it looked as if it was going to rain today in the Golan.

And then, while I was hanging out on the front lawn this afternoon, I heard a little faint noise that had the sound of 'you'd better pay attention to this' written all over it. Yes, it was water, but not from the sky.

I know the sound of gushing water quite well, and here it was again... Natan decided to play plumber with the house's main water line. While having fun he somehow managed to undo a little hose, which turned on the water.

It turned out to be a blessing in disguise, because apparently it was a timing switch that he touched. See, two seconds after I got there, the garden's sprinkler system went on!

The only problem was that I had no clue what to do. There are a bunch of pipes and hoses and timer switches. Chave's standing there, we're telling the kids to get off the lawn and I can imagine the Rabbi calling me into his study saying, "Shmuel, you know we don't water lawns on Shabbat!"

Thankfully my neighbor's father was there watching/laughing at the whole scene and he managed to turn the water off.

Just your routine Shabbat afternoon.

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