It should have been a simple transaction, transferring ownership of my old car (only4 years old with almost no mileage but some very nice memories).  You can do it online.

well maybe you can.  Ezi couldn’t, and I disappeared into a lovely ladies lunch all afternoon while he struggled to figure out the order and the forms.  

I know government forms.  Unless you know in advance what it expected of you, you might as well get a few tantrums prepared as well.  

So the guys who bought the battered car sent a representative from the garage in Teibe to go with us to the post office to sign everything personally.  

He couldn’t figure it out either.  But he kept searching for instructions online, and maybe it was easier to find in Arabic, but eventually he got it right.  And eventually the two of them filled out everything.  And I got up to sign over the car in front of the post office representative, and we all went home.

Me, I was exhausted, but Ezi came home and cooked lunch and filled out the insurance forms and took out the trash and kept going all day while I fiddled around with a poem I promised for a memorial for the town my parents lost – Lida. 

this was not a day I was proud of myself.