Second time to do it over today. I am getting really pissed off.
Actually that's putting it mildly. At least the floor is almost clean(no one does it as well as I do it) and the trash is out. All that's left to do is put the clean sheets on the bed and my back is screaming at the mere thought of that.
I called the Shyster and asked what's up with the Victor matter. He very kingdly informed me there's a hearing on the 16th on the Bank Leumi matter. When he told me hasn't even filed yet, I told him there's not much sense in having the hearing if nothing has been filed. *HE* went to law school, why am *I* tellling him how/why to do his job? Imbecilic nincompoop. Ah, well, he'll be here on Wednesday so I'll be able to yell at him in person. Now might be a good time to do the sheets then have a nice sprawl and watch mindless TV with a beer. This had damn well better post this time.
Monday, May 31, 2004
Fun Monday
I'm really getting tired of this "log did not publish" crap, and having to go back and retype the whole thing. Soooo, here we go for the second time:
Bank, clinic (electric chair) and fags sorted. Striar the liar is in a right panic. I called him to inform him that he has 48 hours to pay off his debt of I'll put plan *B* into effect. He tried to wriggle out of it and buy 10 more days but I was not listening. I turned the cell phone off so he started calling the house line. I hung up twice after telling him that he's had more than enough time and 48 hours is pushing it, and hung up. He tried to tell me that it's to my advantage to wait, and also said he'd kill himself, to which I replied, "Go right ahead. At least then all the people you owe will KNOW there's no chance of being paid back." I also let lose with a string of choise adjectives, and hung the headset of the phone on the side of this desk, and left him to talk to air and listen to some very loud music! Now all I have to do is come up with a plan *B* by Wednesday at 14:00. Should be able to with some some help from Teadrinker. She's at least as dastartdly devious a thinker/plotter as I! This is one of those times when I really miss Mark, no one is as good as he was at this. Aside from coming up with a plan *B* all that's left to today is fnd out what the problem with the internet and my bank was, and track down that damn contractor. Ruining his day is looking like fun right about now. Then lunch after a cold shower. I's HOT today, pushing 90. I guess summer is here. Oh dear, no one knows where to find the contractor. I'll post this, the take on the www.bank and have a rest. THIS does not want to get lost this time. It really doesn't.
Bank, clinic (electric chair) and fags sorted. Striar the liar is in a right panic. I called him to inform him that he has 48 hours to pay off his debt of I'll put plan *B* into effect. He tried to wriggle out of it and buy 10 more days but I was not listening. I turned the cell phone off so he started calling the house line. I hung up twice after telling him that he's had more than enough time and 48 hours is pushing it, and hung up. He tried to tell me that it's to my advantage to wait, and also said he'd kill himself, to which I replied, "Go right ahead. At least then all the people you owe will KNOW there's no chance of being paid back." I also let lose with a string of choise adjectives, and hung the headset of the phone on the side of this desk, and left him to talk to air and listen to some very loud music! Now all I have to do is come up with a plan *B* by Wednesday at 14:00. Should be able to with some some help from Teadrinker. She's at least as dastartdly devious a thinker/plotter as I! This is one of those times when I really miss Mark, no one is as good as he was at this. Aside from coming up with a plan *B* all that's left to today is fnd out what the problem with the internet and my bank was, and track down that damn contractor. Ruining his day is looking like fun right about now. Then lunch after a cold shower. I's HOT today, pushing 90. I guess summer is here. Oh dear, no one knows where to find the contractor. I'll post this, the take on the www.bank and have a rest. THIS does not want to get lost this time. It really doesn't.
Sunday, May 30, 2004
One of those days..........
Woohoo, got one whole hour of sleep and then it was time to get up for DM. I used the show to get all the bits and pieces of the baby minidigicam ready to be mailed to Val. Almost forgot the tripod, but in the end, not only remembered it, but found it first hunt. The minute the show was over, the phone rang. Bat Chen wanting me to explain chromosomes to her, and she knew I was up late with bug bite. At least she asked about that first, then about chromosomes. I did something no one has ever dared do to her before. I yelled at her;something to the effect that with only 1 hours sleep, a hurty foot and feeling the pressure to get out and do important stuff, I'm really not up to explaining the whole thing to her. She should have listened when she was in high school! "I'm just not up to now", I hollered. And lived to tell the tale. Why oh why didn't she bother with English in school? Not that it matters, she didn't and as one of two English speakers who still talk to her, I'm the elected explainer. [sigh] Got her off the line, got dressed, took my meds {forgot to yesterday, didn't I? And off to town we went, Harley and I. Got the Western Union sent and the camera, then decided to go straight home and have a nap,[and maybe a quick IM, but too late for that, damn it] and wait for the a/c for the new room. It has yet to show up, but Shula the brainless did and I had my second round of fun. I've called her brainless to her face and swear Ragamuffin, who if she had brain, would be stupid is far brighter than Shula the brainless. She has to come by once a year to see if I'm still alive and living here alone. To do with subsisdized rent rates. I showed her the sink for the 10th time, the gap between the sink and counter that sprays water all over. For the 10th time she said it will be fixed by the end of the week! I told her that I want to take advantage of her experience working for a brainless organization and ran the door width issue by her! She clucked a bit and as I suspected that blatent insult soarded right over her head! I was quite pleased with myself, and had a good giggle with Teadrinker over it. My head is feeling all fuzzy but should clear with this coffee. The problem is that I'll most likely be up all night. All it takes is half an hour kip in the day and I'm back on Standard Golan night savings time for weeks! Why can't the world be awake at night? I'm going to have to do all the things i didn't get done today tomorrow in a mental fog, but what's news with that? Oi, I can't believe he read the garbage from yesterday and thought it was a compliment. The man needs help. I should know. The bitch of it is that I've only ever able to sort my head by writing.[sigh] He *is* adorable. [bigger sigh] Oh, just shut up and call Fanny to come do the floors!
It bit me and lived to bite again
Well, wasn't that fun? Some smarmy creepy crawly and a fast one, at that bit me,or maybe stung me right between the last two toes on my right foot. It HURT, so I decided to save myself the agro of going to the clinic tomorrow and waiting hours with all the ancient Russians just to have a quack look at it, and hit the panic button. A very unfriendly doctor of quackery arrived [I thought they were supposed to be able to function at night?] and said he couldn't see a thing, not that he looked. I can't get my leg up at an angle that will let me see what if anything is there.
As I have to go to the clinic in any case to hand in the electric chair papers, I'll have one of the nurses take a look see. IT STILL HURTS. Still a few hours left to sleep before the radio show at 06:00, might as well take advantage of them.
As I have to go to the clinic in any case to hand in the electric chair papers, I'll have one of the nurses take a look see. IT STILL HURTS. Still a few hours left to sleep before the radio show at 06:00, might as well take advantage of them.
Saturday, May 29, 2004
What I keep forgetting
Braindamage is winning. I keep forgetting that I want to stick this in here someplace. [sigh] Just about everything I've ever had an irrational aversion to has turned out to be exactly what I needed, or ended up really liking.
Growing up I never wanted to hear about Israel, but then one day, I decided I had to go there and did, an in so doing found my place in this world. On this first trip my aversion to anything British was strengthened by that twit of a clerk who tried to tell me I couldn't continue because I only had $50. I reminded her that the mandate ended long ago and it was none of her/Britain's business if I went there or not. Adding that to the no tea policy at home due to ancestral participation in The Tea Party and it was the end of any tolerance left for the Brits. The second and last time I came home with kids, it was suggested that I go to Qiryat Shemonah. Everything screamed no and we ended up in Nazareth Elite for 10 years. THEN, I was sent here to teach English for 1 year, fell in love with the place and moved here lock stock and barrel the day after school let out and still wonder why I was so stupidly stubborn before. I LOVE THIS PLACE. My aversion to Britain was cured when I decided to go to the 20th anniversary of the A Team, which was supposed to be held in Bournemouth. Karen from Florida answered my SOS post. Save Our Susie and we decided to split the cost of taking Susie to the con. The con was cancelled at the last minute but we decided to go anyway and see London and meet up with the others who came over anyway for a noncon in Bournemouth. Do I have to say that I'm not only over my aversion, but in love with Teadrinkerland? And even went back again? And am planning another trip. Now, I really should invest some time in figuring this out.
Growing up I never wanted to hear about Israel, but then one day, I decided I had to go there and did, an in so doing found my place in this world. On this first trip my aversion to anything British was strengthened by that twit of a clerk who tried to tell me I couldn't continue because I only had $50. I reminded her that the mandate ended long ago and it was none of her/Britain's business if I went there or not. Adding that to the no tea policy at home due to ancestral participation in The Tea Party and it was the end of any tolerance left for the Brits. The second and last time I came home with kids, it was suggested that I go to Qiryat Shemonah. Everything screamed no and we ended up in Nazareth Elite for 10 years. THEN, I was sent here to teach English for 1 year, fell in love with the place and moved here lock stock and barrel the day after school let out and still wonder why I was so stupidly stubborn before. I LOVE THIS PLACE. My aversion to Britain was cured when I decided to go to the 20th anniversary of the A Team, which was supposed to be held in Bournemouth. Karen from Florida answered my SOS post. Save Our Susie and we decided to split the cost of taking Susie to the con. The con was cancelled at the last minute but we decided to go anyway and see London and meet up with the others who came over anyway for a noncon in Bournemouth. Do I have to say that I'm not only over my aversion, but in love with Teadrinkerland? And even went back again? And am planning another trip. Now, I really should invest some time in figuring this out.
Pondering
Ok, genius, you probably scared the poor guy witless. It's time for a nice deep breath and a good look at this. And this time, keep who/what you are in focus. But first get a cup of coffee. Ok, there's the coffee. Now, just get on with. If this scares him off, then so be it.
Q: Why did you even answer the first IM?
A: No idea, but *the feeling* didn't say "no"
Q: Do you usually IM with men who just appear there one day out of nowhere?
A: Never, every single person with this one exception is someone I know personally, or from the VA.
Q: So, what happened here?
A:I'm not sure, but I have learned not to ignore *the feeling* I ignored it with Striar the liar and Victor and look where that got me! Common sense says; this IS the internet is telling me he could be an even worse con artist or even an axe murderer, than either Striar the liar and Victor, but, *the feeling says he's not, as opposed to what it said about the other two, who will be dealt with at length later.
Q: Why do you want to curl up and snuggle into a hug with him?
A: *the feeling* says it will be incredibly restful and soothing.
Q: Are you going to get all obsessive?
A: I'll try not to, but, in the event he decides I'm a hopeless idjit, I'll mope for a while and then go read some of Cab's fics or maybe just have a good wail with her. I must stop thinking the worst when he doesn't appear in the evening. At least I'm not "the sit by the computer waiting for it to buzz" type. What I *am* is an insecure headcase.
SO THERE [sticks tongue out at computer in a most unadult mannner]
Q: Why did you even answer the first IM?
A: No idea, but *the feeling* didn't say "no"
Q: Do you usually IM with men who just appear there one day out of nowhere?
A: Never, every single person with this one exception is someone I know personally, or from the VA.
Q: So, what happened here?
A:I'm not sure, but I have learned not to ignore *the feeling* I ignored it with Striar the liar and Victor and look where that got me! Common sense says; this IS the internet is telling me he could be an even worse con artist or even an axe murderer, than either Striar the liar and Victor, but, *the feeling says he's not, as opposed to what it said about the other two, who will be dealt with at length later.
Q: Why do you want to curl up and snuggle into a hug with him?
A: *the feeling* says it will be incredibly restful and soothing.
Q: Are you going to get all obsessive?
A: I'll try not to, but, in the event he decides I'm a hopeless idjit, I'll mope for a while and then go read some of Cab's fics or maybe just have a good wail with her. I must stop thinking the worst when he doesn't appear in the evening. At least I'm not "the sit by the computer waiting for it to buzz" type. What I *am* is an insecure headcase.
SO THERE [sticks tongue out at computer in a most unadult mannner]
Damn him damn him and his eminently rubbable head
Damn it all to hell. This is not supposed to happen. This old misogamistic misogynist(ant) is absolutely not supposed to be feeling like this. I actually wanted to give him a great big hug right through the webcam. AND even worse than that, I was a bit down until he showed up just at the very moment I thought(hoped) he would. This is so not me. Of course posting this will most likely give that DOM ideas that are best not encouraged. Over to scribblish on purple paper and pen. Hell,I'll run it by Teadrinker as long as she's on the phone. I DON'T NEED THIS Feeling all happy giggly girly is disconcerting to say the least.I never even felt like this when I was at the right age to feel/act like a giggly giddy teenager. Come on, Granny Gimp, GROW UP AND CHILL.
Thursday, May 27, 2004
Teadrinker
That was a scream you just heard. I spent an hour trying to get this written and a pic added, only to lose the whole thing. I am not a happy gimp right now.
I decided to beat Teadrinker to the punch and tell the story before she goes out and buys a computer for the sole purpose of sullying my reputation. Can't allow that, now, can we?
TEADRINKER
One day long ago on a day lost in the mists of historical,(hysterical?) memory, my phone rang. This happened after the big crip demonstration in Jerusalem that I went to in order to
1) meet other gimps,
2) learn more about what we are eligible for,
3)to wreak havoc on the government-ever a favorite past time! Success on all counts.
Back to that phone call. I answered and a veddy veddy uppercrust Brit accent assaulted my ears. "My name is Gill, I live on Moshav B*****ya. Momo gave me your number because your English is better than his" To which I said "How can I help you?" There is something about crips that they can recognize each other just by talking on the phone. She told me about all her troubles with social insecurity and her nonworking antisocial worker and said that she can no longer get out of the house. I said "I'll get back to you in a few minutes" and called Benny who called Doron, the scooter rep down there and Ruth. Ruth Benny and I decided to split the cost of a second hand scooter for her as the need was immediate. Doron was there the next day and reported back that things are even worse than we thought and to cut him in.
Pegasus, her first scooter was delivered the next day. Gill is still somewhat breathless from it to this day! We started talking by phone frequently and one day she told me that she had to be at hospital for a 6 hour text the next week. I told her not to be surprised if she saw a Big Purple rolling towards her. I got on the bus (don't ask) heading southward and appeared at her side. I stayed over that night and we started the crusade to get social insecurity to pay up! At some point she became Teadrinker due to my aversion to tea, and just about anything British. On 9/11 we founded S.H.I.T. Supreme Headquarters for Idiotic Silliness which was a follow up to the G.F.I.N Golan Family Information Network. Most of the communiques are in the old hard drive, following are the ones in this HD!
The prime mission of S.H.I.T. is to cause you to grin, smile or have a good giggle or laugh at least once a day. We are as horrified as you, but as firm and unshakable believers in irreverency, if it isn't a recognized organized religion, it should be, with us as the first ordained clergy. Lt. Colonel Lexie reports that this morning General Teadrinker has so far
1) Tried to mute the T.V. with her cellphone, Commander Freddie. 2) Tried to answer a call from General Purplegimp to Commander Freddie with the T.V. remote (as yet rankless and known only as gun because you point it and shoot)
3) sat on gun and changed channels.
4) bombarded S.H.I.T. headquarters with demands to promote Major Lexie to Lt. Col., which was done the full approval of Cols Ragamuffin and Pegasus.
S.H.I.T strongly urges you to acquire a DVD and a list of approved movies will follow. Hallmark had scheduled Aftershock for Tuesday. eve. Not recommended for the near future. Wizard of Oz is always our first choice, followed by Lethal Weapon 1,2,3,And,4. Southern Command recommends Camelot and Walt Disney, complete list to follow.
Declaration of State of Emergency at S.H.I.T. Northern Command Headquarters
Suspected thieves/spies in in HQ
03:57- 2 packs of cigarettes and 2 new lighters disappeared mysteriously from their place on General Purplegimps field office(bed).
A) 1 pack of Winston Lights with 1 ugly blue lighter and 1 pack of Broadway(Israeli brand) with pretty purple lighter, both packs over half full disappeared from their place next to the cell phones, T.V. remote control, and cell phone battery chargers. None of the staff claimed responsibility for displacement of these important items of military equipment. All other logical possible sites were searched thoroughly, freezer, fridge, microwave, pillowcases, oven, and shoes with no luck. Alarm systems were not activated.
09:30- S.H.I.T. Command post was evacuated while being searched by Private Irit Golan, who is also a Sgt. 1st. class in the national Police Force, assisted by Cols Ragamuffin and Pegasus. Missing equipment was found under bed by teams using HazMat equipment.
State of Emergency to remain in effect until apprehension of perpetrator.
09:55- A desperate attempt to wrest sole command of S.H.I.T. from General Purplegimp was quickly put down, and an Alert notice of the highest order instated.
Please keep S.H.I.T. informed so that appropriate action can be taken.
Social insecurity finally paid up and the battle to get Teadrinker to spend money was underway. She got a fax, new fridge, washer, dryer, bedroom suite with a mattress like mine, a new chair, and sofa bed. She is still balking at getting a computer, but announced yesterday that she will get for the sole purpose of making my life miserable because she can type and look at the monitor at the same time and I can't! We'll just see about that!!! So what if I type slow and can't spell? I CAN and DID get my webcam working! As usual the solution was so simple that even Ragamuffin could have thought of it. Now, I think it's time to go dig out a cigar. Cheers.
I decided to beat Teadrinker to the punch and tell the story before she goes out and buys a computer for the sole purpose of sullying my reputation. Can't allow that, now, can we?
TEADRINKER
One day long ago on a day lost in the mists of historical,(hysterical?) memory, my phone rang. This happened after the big crip demonstration in Jerusalem that I went to in order to
1) meet other gimps,
2) learn more about what we are eligible for,
3)to wreak havoc on the government-ever a favorite past time! Success on all counts.
Back to that phone call. I answered and a veddy veddy uppercrust Brit accent assaulted my ears. "My name is Gill, I live on Moshav B*****ya. Momo gave me your number because your English is better than his" To which I said "How can I help you?" There is something about crips that they can recognize each other just by talking on the phone. She told me about all her troubles with social insecurity and her nonworking antisocial worker and said that she can no longer get out of the house. I said "I'll get back to you in a few minutes" and called Benny who called Doron, the scooter rep down there and Ruth. Ruth Benny and I decided to split the cost of a second hand scooter for her as the need was immediate. Doron was there the next day and reported back that things are even worse than we thought and to cut him in.
Pegasus, her first scooter was delivered the next day. Gill is still somewhat breathless from it to this day! We started talking by phone frequently and one day she told me that she had to be at hospital for a 6 hour text the next week. I told her not to be surprised if she saw a Big Purple rolling towards her. I got on the bus (don't ask) heading southward and appeared at her side. I stayed over that night and we started the crusade to get social insecurity to pay up! At some point she became Teadrinker due to my aversion to tea, and just about anything British. On 9/11 we founded S.H.I.T. Supreme Headquarters for Idiotic Silliness which was a follow up to the G.F.I.N Golan Family Information Network. Most of the communiques are in the old hard drive, following are the ones in this HD!
The prime mission of S.H.I.T. is to cause you to grin, smile or have a good giggle or laugh at least once a day. We are as horrified as you, but as firm and unshakable believers in irreverency, if it isn't a recognized organized religion, it should be, with us as the first ordained clergy. Lt. Colonel Lexie reports that this morning General Teadrinker has so far
1) Tried to mute the T.V. with her cellphone, Commander Freddie. 2) Tried to answer a call from General Purplegimp to Commander Freddie with the T.V. remote (as yet rankless and known only as gun because you point it and shoot)
3) sat on gun and changed channels.
4) bombarded S.H.I.T. headquarters with demands to promote Major Lexie to Lt. Col., which was done the full approval of Cols Ragamuffin and Pegasus.
S.H.I.T strongly urges you to acquire a DVD and a list of approved movies will follow. Hallmark had scheduled Aftershock for Tuesday. eve. Not recommended for the near future. Wizard of Oz is always our first choice, followed by Lethal Weapon 1,2,3,And,4. Southern Command recommends Camelot and Walt Disney, complete list to follow.
Declaration of State of Emergency at S.H.I.T. Northern Command Headquarters
Suspected thieves/spies in in HQ
03:57- 2 packs of cigarettes and 2 new lighters disappeared mysteriously from their place on General Purplegimps field office(bed).
A) 1 pack of Winston Lights with 1 ugly blue lighter and 1 pack of Broadway(Israeli brand) with pretty purple lighter, both packs over half full disappeared from their place next to the cell phones, T.V. remote control, and cell phone battery chargers. None of the staff claimed responsibility for displacement of these important items of military equipment. All other logical possible sites were searched thoroughly, freezer, fridge, microwave, pillowcases, oven, and shoes with no luck. Alarm systems were not activated.
09:30- S.H.I.T. Command post was evacuated while being searched by Private Irit Golan, who is also a Sgt. 1st. class in the national Police Force, assisted by Cols Ragamuffin and Pegasus. Missing equipment was found under bed by teams using HazMat equipment.
State of Emergency to remain in effect until apprehension of perpetrator.
09:55- A desperate attempt to wrest sole command of S.H.I.T. from General Purplegimp was quickly put down, and an Alert notice of the highest order instated.
Please keep S.H.I.T. informed so that appropriate action can be taken.
Social insecurity finally paid up and the battle to get Teadrinker to spend money was underway. She got a fax, new fridge, washer, dryer, bedroom suite with a mattress like mine, a new chair, and sofa bed. She is still balking at getting a computer, but announced yesterday that she will get for the sole purpose of making my life miserable because she can type and look at the monitor at the same time and I can't! We'll just see about that!!! So what if I type slow and can't spell? I CAN and DID get my webcam working! As usual the solution was so simple that even Ragamuffin could have thought of it. Now, I think it's time to go dig out a cigar. Cheers.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
Still a bit off
After a good sleep, I'm still feeling a bit off. I'm panicking about getting the money to Val for Susie's trip. Why do I always mess myself up when things are going well? Everything was going just fine (max money from disability) a nice savings account. I was smart enough to start putting 150 in a savings account every month no matter what when I started getting disability. One more debt needed paying and I got that cleared up with an additional 150 a month, and added that to the savings....300 a month which has since climbed to 500 a month. I put a stop on it there and now have about 25,000 in that account. 6100 from disability is a nice amount to live on a month. Why then, did I agree to help help Striar the liar with his communication troubles? I knew damn well need mess me up. How? Like so many other things, I just KNEW! But in my arrogance, I thought I could control it and cut it off if he messed up too bad. Too bad for me that I didn't put a stop to it in time, or maybe I did? By the time I cut him off, he'd done my account for 30,000. Had it gone on for another month, I'd never have gotten out of it. As it is, I'm paying off an 8,000 loan to get the account back in line. I agreed to let him live if he'd pay 400 a week. He was pretty good about it until 2 months ago. At some point I informed him that the only way to get rid of my demands is to pay a lump sum of 3,000 plus what he is in arrears. He's playing with it now, but if he makes so much as a whimper before payday, he'd damn well better be prepared to send at least 1,000, I'll go there and take it all. What a sleaze. He knows I have to send $200 to Val for Susie, and he's looking for way to wriggle out of it. Not very likely. It will just cost him more in the long run. He might have forgotten that I have all the phone numbers he called from those bills and that I can easily tell all those poor unsuspecting friends just what a louse he really is, and enjoy doing it!
I amaze myself every time I talk to him. I've never ever spoken to anyone like I've spoken to him. When he was trying to pull the "I might have cancer" bullshit, I actually told him that he doesn't have cancer, but is himself a malignancy! I also told him to wait til I get there, when he threatened to jump out a window as I wanted to be the one to push him and asked him to be sure the hospital knows to notify me if he pops his clogs during a minor operation he's been going on about in an attempt to get sympathy. When he asked why, I blithely told him that I want to know so I can send out the invitations to the party and start my eulogy. Every time he calls he uses that pathetic "I don't even have the strength to talk" voice. Not that it works on me. I just get nastier. This guy has messed up so many people and yet has the nerve to think he's actually helped. In a sick kind of way he did help me, but did a great disservice to anyone who comes along now whom I otherwise would have helped. I WILL NEVER PUT MYSELF IN THAT POSITION AGAIN. The big difference between him and Susie is that I am not helping Susie, I am giving her a gift of love Striar the liar it was supposed to be a business thing. He never once paid on time until I cut off his phones except the cell phones I had no control over. He eventually returned the two I'd lent him. But not until several months after I closed the lines, and he figured out there was no way I'd open them. His land line was cut off by the phone company this week. I'd like to know how he blackmails the gal at the phone company who keeps it open for so long. If he thinks I'm going to leave him enough money to get it back this month, he's wrong! He could clear things up easily if he'd just turn his disability over to someone who is strong enough to reel in his over spending, especially on phone calls. I would cut his line off from overseas calls and not let him have more that 125 for cell phone cards. That's more than enough. But he'd rather live on the brink and cry to the both the phone and electric company every time he gets a bill. I only make local calls, if someone wants to talk with me, let it be their dime! I also haven't had the airconditioner on for the last two months, and hope to be able to keep it off for two more. I'm just lucky that house walls haven't heated up yet and it's very comfortable inside. Enough whining......Time to do something else.
I amaze myself every time I talk to him. I've never ever spoken to anyone like I've spoken to him. When he was trying to pull the "I might have cancer" bullshit, I actually told him that he doesn't have cancer, but is himself a malignancy! I also told him to wait til I get there, when he threatened to jump out a window as I wanted to be the one to push him and asked him to be sure the hospital knows to notify me if he pops his clogs during a minor operation he's been going on about in an attempt to get sympathy. When he asked why, I blithely told him that I want to know so I can send out the invitations to the party and start my eulogy. Every time he calls he uses that pathetic "I don't even have the strength to talk" voice. Not that it works on me. I just get nastier. This guy has messed up so many people and yet has the nerve to think he's actually helped. In a sick kind of way he did help me, but did a great disservice to anyone who comes along now whom I otherwise would have helped. I WILL NEVER PUT MYSELF IN THAT POSITION AGAIN. The big difference between him and Susie is that I am not helping Susie, I am giving her a gift of love Striar the liar it was supposed to be a business thing. He never once paid on time until I cut off his phones except the cell phones I had no control over. He eventually returned the two I'd lent him. But not until several months after I closed the lines, and he figured out there was no way I'd open them. His land line was cut off by the phone company this week. I'd like to know how he blackmails the gal at the phone company who keeps it open for so long. If he thinks I'm going to leave him enough money to get it back this month, he's wrong! He could clear things up easily if he'd just turn his disability over to someone who is strong enough to reel in his over spending, especially on phone calls. I would cut his line off from overseas calls and not let him have more that 125 for cell phone cards. That's more than enough. But he'd rather live on the brink and cry to the both the phone and electric company every time he gets a bill. I only make local calls, if someone wants to talk with me, let it be their dime! I also haven't had the airconditioner on for the last two months, and hope to be able to keep it off for two more. I'm just lucky that house walls haven't heated up yet and it's very comfortable inside. Enough whining......Time to do something else.
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Strange Mood
I've been in the strangest bad mood all day. I think I need an ice berg expedition again this year. A week of just floating around the Med and looking for ice bergs sounds like heaven right now, but it looks like my beloved Olympia isn't around this summer. I think I'll ask my travel agent to check. I do so love that ship and the crew. No TV, radio or newspapers, just water, gentle movement, and quiet. Just what I need. A week of quiet with myself and a couple of good books and some blank paper.
The insanity of the terrorist crap is really getting to me. Why can't everyone see it? It's not new, They've been trying to take over the west for ages. Remember the moor's? Same gang in somewhat updated dress. Those Islamists are a bad lot. Of course it's all Bush's fault for not giving them what they wanted. If it's anyone's fault, it's Clinton's for not dealing with them when he should and could have. Instead he tried to be nice to them. Then there's the whole US immigration mess. Why oh why don't they realize that they have every right to control immigration? It's not like it was 100 years ago when there was still lots of open land and new blood was still needed and the new immigrants wanted nothing more than for their children to become real Americans. There was no bend over backwards to let new people keep their old culture. It was taken for granted and expected that they would become Americans. Things are too insane and I'm just getting myself sick thinking about these things all the time, and they won't go away. Ok, I'll shut up now, get into bed and try to ignore the talking heads on Fox.
The insanity of the terrorist crap is really getting to me. Why can't everyone see it? It's not new, They've been trying to take over the west for ages. Remember the moor's? Same gang in somewhat updated dress. Those Islamists are a bad lot. Of course it's all Bush's fault for not giving them what they wanted. If it's anyone's fault, it's Clinton's for not dealing with them when he should and could have. Instead he tried to be nice to them. Then there's the whole US immigration mess. Why oh why don't they realize that they have every right to control immigration? It's not like it was 100 years ago when there was still lots of open land and new blood was still needed and the new immigrants wanted nothing more than for their children to become real Americans. There was no bend over backwards to let new people keep their old culture. It was taken for granted and expected that they would become Americans. Things are too insane and I'm just getting myself sick thinking about these things all the time, and they won't go away. Ok, I'll shut up now, get into bed and try to ignore the talking heads on Fox.
Bah Humbug, MEN!
I am completely disgusted with those moronic males who think that I, and other women have nothing better to do than run when they want to IM. It is also infuriating that they can't be bothered to put even minimum information in their profile. Their arrogance is breathtaking. Thank God for ignore. It's real simple. Give the minimum info, location in general terms, age and status. If you don't respect the people you want to IM with enough to give that info, just stay in your hole. I don't have time for you. If you have at least some info on your profile, you have a chance of getting a polite answer, if not, don't bother me. I think I'll go back and revise my profile yet again. That irritates me almost as much as those arrogant supercilious men who actually have had the nerve to try the "you don't know what you are missing" line while saying, in effect, "I'm doing you a favor"! Moving right along to the answer to the big question......If I don't perceive a man as being at the very least as an intellectual challenge, he'd best give up. Not that I'm so smart, but, I lose interest real fast if *he* can't keep up or even more importantly, challenge me to keep up! I've only met five men who got past that. Two of them had me scrambling to keep and that was great. Unfortunately they are both dead, and the 3rd is married to a good friend of mine, and he's a lot younger!The other 2 are married actors. That there above stuff is the main requirement, the rest is in the 'it would be nice category and I'm not going into that list now!Except for the number two requirement......must never ever try to control me in any way. Freedom and independance are at least as important as #1!
That should pretty much explain why I'm still on my own and happily so!
If only Teadrinker were a man! We are each of us challenges intellectually for the other and we always know what the other is getting at, and create much hilarity, but.....she's one of only 2 female friends who can do that. Alice being the other, and I've known Alice for 50 years! And NO, I am not lonely. I have more than enough going on! There's big demonstration coming up for the Kibbutz Disabled who are in dire straights, or more accurately deep shit. Benny and Ruth have both informed me that'd damn well better be there. They want people who can talk in soundbytes for the press! I'll be there. Cheers for now! Laters
That should pretty much explain why I'm still on my own and happily so!
If only Teadrinker were a man! We are each of us challenges intellectually for the other and we always know what the other is getting at, and create much hilarity, but.....she's one of only 2 female friends who can do that. Alice being the other, and I've known Alice for 50 years! And NO, I am not lonely. I have more than enough going on! There's big demonstration coming up for the Kibbutz Disabled who are in dire straights, or more accurately deep shit. Benny and Ruth have both informed me that'd damn well better be there. They want people who can talk in soundbytes for the press! I'll be there. Cheers for now! Laters
Monday, May 24, 2004
That Other Place WARNING-CONTROVERSIAL RELIGIOUS CONTENT
This is one of those read at your own risk posts. My views only and no offense meant to anyone who holds different beliefs. If I sound a bit condescending, it's just the mood I'm in. Fell free to have a go at me! Yeah, so I think I'm right, so what? I'm perfectly willing to wait a very long time to find out.
Wasn't that just the pits? While trying to help Rivka register for that other Live Journal site, I found myself registered there too. Talk about infuriating and frustrating. I left a nasty post there in Hebrew and have no plans to go back there. Can't even get to the composition page without a lot of hassle and worst of all, no purple! I found purple there but like with the rest of that crap place, it didn't work. Val and Fingers seem very happy there, but I'm out of there except to keep up with their adventures!
Mara paid up their internet without a whimper so, I'm ok for fags until the visa frees up or Striar the liar pays up. I have more than enough groceries and there's always Freja if things get tight. As far as I could figure, I was maxed out before I tried for the fax copier, etc etc. If so, I'll try again next week. AND take the time to search out an HP one.
Terry told me to read The Da Vinci Code when they were here, and I did. It sure has kicked up some dust over at DM. I didn't post there about it because I'd most likely be banned for life. If any DMers read it here, there's not a lot they can do except as individuals never speak to me again. Christians have argued these points and said that to their minds Brown got it all wrong and that his research was sloppy, and that's entirely their right. That just shows that they don't know much about that time or that they refuse to even consider that such a widespread belief system could be so wrong. I have always maintained that Jesus was no more than a nice Jewish lad who was pissed off at the hanky panky going on in the Temple while masquerading as arbitrators of the Jewish faith as practiced at that time and all Jesus wanted was to get Judaism back on it's proper path.[This much is historically accepted fact] It never entered my head that as a nice Jewish lad of those times he would have been married. Of course he would have been married and who better for a wife than Mary M? When things went South and his preaching got him killed, his band of merry men had no success in carrying on in this area because everyone knew what, and who Jesus had been. It is very logical to me that the apostles had to change things around to get the message across and when that didn't work here, they left for greener pastures and found converts to their distorted version of what Jesus really was all about. I have pictures of him spinning in his grave at all the atrocities committed in his name. It also struck me today that one of the reasons that Islam is making so much progress in the West might be because to those who can believe the virgin birth, son of God, and all the other oddities of Christianity, it really isn't that much different to buying the Islamist stuff. If you can have a virgin birth, why not virgins waiting in paradise for Islamic martyrs? It's just replacing one set of improbable beliefs for another and the mussies know that. Look how easily they've rewritten history, and gotten the Europeans to fall in with those fantasies? Having gotten that off my chest, I think I'll go hide in bed with a bowl of nice cold melon and some tabouli.That's one thing the ragheads got right- - tabouli!
Wasn't that just the pits? While trying to help Rivka register for that other Live Journal site, I found myself registered there too. Talk about infuriating and frustrating. I left a nasty post there in Hebrew and have no plans to go back there. Can't even get to the composition page without a lot of hassle and worst of all, no purple! I found purple there but like with the rest of that crap place, it didn't work. Val and Fingers seem very happy there, but I'm out of there except to keep up with their adventures!
Mara paid up their internet without a whimper so, I'm ok for fags until the visa frees up or Striar the liar pays up. I have more than enough groceries and there's always Freja if things get tight. As far as I could figure, I was maxed out before I tried for the fax copier, etc etc. If so, I'll try again next week. AND take the time to search out an HP one.
Terry told me to read The Da Vinci Code when they were here, and I did. It sure has kicked up some dust over at DM. I didn't post there about it because I'd most likely be banned for life. If any DMers read it here, there's not a lot they can do except as individuals never speak to me again. Christians have argued these points and said that to their minds Brown got it all wrong and that his research was sloppy, and that's entirely their right. That just shows that they don't know much about that time or that they refuse to even consider that such a widespread belief system could be so wrong. I have always maintained that Jesus was no more than a nice Jewish lad who was pissed off at the hanky panky going on in the Temple while masquerading as arbitrators of the Jewish faith as practiced at that time and all Jesus wanted was to get Judaism back on it's proper path.[This much is historically accepted fact] It never entered my head that as a nice Jewish lad of those times he would have been married. Of course he would have been married and who better for a wife than Mary M? When things went South and his preaching got him killed, his band of merry men had no success in carrying on in this area because everyone knew what, and who Jesus had been. It is very logical to me that the apostles had to change things around to get the message across and when that didn't work here, they left for greener pastures and found converts to their distorted version of what Jesus really was all about. I have pictures of him spinning in his grave at all the atrocities committed in his name. It also struck me today that one of the reasons that Islam is making so much progress in the West might be because to those who can believe the virgin birth, son of God, and all the other oddities of Christianity, it really isn't that much different to buying the Islamist stuff. If you can have a virgin birth, why not virgins waiting in paradise for Islamic martyrs? It's just replacing one set of improbable beliefs for another and the mussies know that. Look how easily they've rewritten history, and gotten the Europeans to fall in with those fantasies? Having gotten that off my chest, I think I'll go hide in bed with a bowl of nice cold melon and some tabouli.That's one thing the ragheads got right- - tabouli!
Radio's Wake Up Call
It's rather upsetting to realize just how closely the Israeli media is aping that of the US. I was woken up rather rudely by a rerun of Carmela Menashe's story from yesterday about the houses being demolished in Rafiah. She, and those she interviewed entirely missed or ignored the point, which was that tunnels for transporting weapons and terrorists were found under ALL of those houses. They were purposely dug under the homes of the elderly and children so as to incite public indignation about these innocents losing everything. Those same innocents would have lost their lives had they tried to object. Yes they would have been killed by those who set them up to lose their worldly goods. I wonder which is more important, to lose your life or your home? I really can't expect our mainline media to allow these questions be asked. I haven't been keeping up the news because it is just too frustrating to hear all the crap Beilin and his buddy have been spewing. Even Sharon has been pissing me off with this his unilateral disengagement nonsense. At first I thought it was a good PR tactic, but have since changed my mind. I think he's losing it. I doubt there's an Israeli who doesn't desperately want peace with the so called Palestinians. It's insane that they can't see that the price of any peace is their take over of Israel by any means. It must be that liberal thing again: a liberal is someone who believes that everyone should believe and behave the way the liberal *thinks* he himself does, how I wish I could remember the exact quote! It was brilliant and came, of all places from one of Mark's gun magazines!Probably the most profound thing ever published by an NRA supporter, but no less true.
Shower time, then off to start the battle for an electric wheelbroom, and hopefully scrounge up enough cash for fags. If I have to, I'll go and personally relieve Striar of his monthly SS payment and get myself well and truly out of trouble and dole out what he needs in dribs and drabs. He already made some noise about that, but it would be much better for him. It might also be a good idea to try and find out what the shyster has done about Victor et al.
Shower time, then off to start the battle for an electric wheelbroom, and hopefully scrounge up enough cash for fags. If I have to, I'll go and personally relieve Striar of his monthly SS payment and get myself well and truly out of trouble and dole out what he needs in dribs and drabs. He already made some noise about that, but it would be much better for him. It might also be a good idea to try and find out what the shyster has done about Victor et al.
Sunday, May 23, 2004
Sad sad day
Today has not been a good day. It can never be a good day when you find out that someone you admire has died, and most likely from something you yourself survived for no logical reason.
As usual on Sunday mornings I woke up at 05:45 to tune into Dark Matters. I was excited because it would be Dwight's first show in two weeks. I really missed his passion. He started by saying that he'd heard that Richard Biggs had died, most likely from an aneurysm or massive stroke. I zoned out and don't remember much of what the show was about. I'd never even heard of Richard Biggs until I went to the Star Fleet Ball in Bournemouth England. I went for one reason and reason only; to see Dwight. I had absolutely no idea who the other guest were. I lost my head over Jason Carter and drove poor Jipster wild going on about *The Other One*....Jason. It's a good thing I hit the loo before we went downstairs to get our front row places for Biggs and Carter who were on just before Dwight. I couldn't stop laughing, they were so funny. I took more pictures of them that I did of Dwight.
After DM I searched the www, but couldn't find confirmation until I found it at Jason's site. That's when the tears started. It's so sad when such a funny warm talented person suddenly just isn't there any more. I ache for his family, friends, Jason and fans. Also for all the things he will miss. What a tragedy. I know what losing a best friend is. I still miss Peter and can not forgive myself for not calling on time even though I know he forgave me. Of course the big difference is that Peter took his own life whereas Richard seemed very much the live every moment type. Not that it makes either loss any less sad. I just couldn't get myself in gear, so, got next to nothing done today. I do have a nice purple frame that I'm going to put the page from the con program in. Both Richard and Jason are on the same page. I like the idea that they will be together there. They were so good together, why separate them now?
As usual on Sunday mornings I woke up at 05:45 to tune into Dark Matters. I was excited because it would be Dwight's first show in two weeks. I really missed his passion. He started by saying that he'd heard that Richard Biggs had died, most likely from an aneurysm or massive stroke. I zoned out and don't remember much of what the show was about. I'd never even heard of Richard Biggs until I went to the Star Fleet Ball in Bournemouth England. I went for one reason and reason only; to see Dwight. I had absolutely no idea who the other guest were. I lost my head over Jason Carter and drove poor Jipster wild going on about *The Other One*....Jason. It's a good thing I hit the loo before we went downstairs to get our front row places for Biggs and Carter who were on just before Dwight. I couldn't stop laughing, they were so funny. I took more pictures of them that I did of Dwight.
After DM I searched the www, but couldn't find confirmation until I found it at Jason's site. That's when the tears started. It's so sad when such a funny warm talented person suddenly just isn't there any more. I ache for his family, friends, Jason and fans. Also for all the things he will miss. What a tragedy. I know what losing a best friend is. I still miss Peter and can not forgive myself for not calling on time even though I know he forgave me. Of course the big difference is that Peter took his own life whereas Richard seemed very much the live every moment type. Not that it makes either loss any less sad. I just couldn't get myself in gear, so, got next to nothing done today. I do have a nice purple frame that I'm going to put the page from the con program in. Both Richard and Jason are on the same page. I like the idea that they will be together there. They were so good together, why separate them now?
Friday, May 21, 2004
My first comment on me blog!
I'm a genius, I am! I also activated the comment notification thing so comments land in my in box as soon as they are posted. Isn't me smart? Can you tell I just got off the phone with Teadrinker again? We merrily butcher our respective Englishes just for fun and to confuse the NSA and others of the eavesdropping ilk!! EVILTY reigns!!!!
My hand has now been forced and I'll have to have a nice long rant on terror, etc here later. Be warned now, when I get to my rant on religion, you won't like it one little bit, but it's my blog and sooner or later it will have to come out. BTW, I'm glad my hand was sort of forced on the terror issue. I've had it running circles in my head since I started the blog. I've been waiting for the pain in my typing arm to go down because it will be a longish rant!I'll either be back later, or do it tomorrow!I've spent way too much time at the computer today and I still have to prepare some misery for Kibbutz Kfar Giladi in return for being mean to one of their crips. I'll enjoy this! They deserve everything I'm planning for them and more!
My hand has now been forced and I'll have to have a nice long rant on terror, etc here later. Be warned now, when I get to my rant on religion, you won't like it one little bit, but it's my blog and sooner or later it will have to come out. BTW, I'm glad my hand was sort of forced on the terror issue. I've had it running circles in my head since I started the blog. I've been waiting for the pain in my typing arm to go down because it will be a longish rant!I'll either be back later, or do it tomorrow!I've spent way too much time at the computer today and I still have to prepare some misery for Kibbutz Kfar Giladi in return for being mean to one of their crips. I'll enjoy this! They deserve everything I'm planning for them and more!
Thursday, May 20, 2004
Grrrrrr
I got this all nicely written and spell checked and then it just disappeared, so being a stubborn type gimp and not being able to leave things undone, cramping fingers or not, I'll just redo it. Grrrrrr.
The plan was to rest after putting the meat for tonight's BBQ in the fridge, or so I told myself. Hah! I staggered in to a ringing phone. Teadrinker.....got off and put the meat away. The rest of the groceries then arrived and got put away. I sat down to read mails/posts and 4 new people popped up on Yahell demanding the purple one's attention. 2 were very nice, one not so and the 4th was an old pal. One was a fellow gimp and we had a lovely time talking Gimpish-a form of communication that only gimps can comprehend. It was lovely talking with him. While this marathon IM was going on, Rivka was getting the BBQ ready. I had a monster steak and they had chicken, salad and tabouli. Beer and watermelon. It was lovely. I missed all my favorite TV shows. You know the ones that require absolutely no brain power to enjoy? Martial Law, Highlander, Seventh Heaven and Law and Order. Then I had a lovely long IM with Ginger. Then I wrote most of this only to have it get lost in cyber space. If you see it out there, please send it home? I am now going to take my screaming shoulders and cramping finger (much worse by now) to bed! I hope this publishes this time!
The plan was to rest after putting the meat for tonight's BBQ in the fridge, or so I told myself. Hah! I staggered in to a ringing phone. Teadrinker.....got off and put the meat away. The rest of the groceries then arrived and got put away. I sat down to read mails/posts and 4 new people popped up on Yahell demanding the purple one's attention. 2 were very nice, one not so and the 4th was an old pal. One was a fellow gimp and we had a lovely time talking Gimpish-a form of communication that only gimps can comprehend. It was lovely talking with him. While this marathon IM was going on, Rivka was getting the BBQ ready. I had a monster steak and they had chicken, salad and tabouli. Beer and watermelon. It was lovely. I missed all my favorite TV shows. You know the ones that require absolutely no brain power to enjoy? Martial Law, Highlander, Seventh Heaven and Law and Order. Then I had a lovely long IM with Ginger. Then I wrote most of this only to have it get lost in cyber space. If you see it out there, please send it home? I am now going to take my screaming shoulders and cramping finger (much worse by now) to bed! I hope this publishes this time!
Teadrinker Did It Again
This morning started early. I was up and at the computer by 07:30 got coffee #1 and Teadrinker rang. She had gotten through to hew sawbones and just had to tell me. I sent her on her way and she called about an hour later to ask if her sawbones could read what he'd written in Hebrew so I could approve it? This is a senior consulting orthopedic surgeon who speakes fluent English, and she wants *me* to consult? What is the world coming to? The fact that he agreed says more about Teadrinker's state of mind than anything else! Hey! I'm a consultant to a senior orthopod!! Then I went to my own sawbones and asked for a letter staing that I need an electric chair because I have exzema and fucked shoulders. He asked if I wanted him to use that wording? I dared him to! He chickened and wrote it in medicalish. Then to Moshe to write his letter, then to the garden place to see if they have lilac bushes. They don't but a gal who works there has some in her yard and she promised to bring me a cutting! The grocery shopping, then to get some tabouli and steaks from Freja and now home to wait for the groceries to be delivered. I forgot to get new fax, but that can wait until Sunday, or I remember, whichever comes first! Time to go rest now and wait for Rivka and David and our cookout tonight! Finally, a day with some things accomplished!
Feel like Dudu Topaz
No time, there's no time! I wish there more hours in the day. 24 hours are just not enough, especially with guests of the semi permanent type. They don't bother much, but they aren't really that much of a bother except in the evening when I'd like to be writing here. I think I've forgotten most of what I wanted to say here and of course it never entered my mind to jot notes in THE NOTEBOOK! I still have to catch up on last week.
wednesday was the day my gimp buddies and I decided would be the day we all meet up at the annual Accessories for Disabled Show in Tel Aviv. I dutifully set my alarm clock for 05:45 so as to be awake when Aurelia arrived to pick me up at 07:00. Setting an alarm clock to go off on time is something any self respecting 52(51) year old should be able to do, right? Wrong! I woke up when Aurelia called from outside! In spite of my incompetence, we got to the Show only 5 minutes late. No! She didn't speed. Once there I liberated a small electric scooter from the company that sold me Harley. I roamed around the displays and saw a few things that I would have bought had we not had to leave very early. Ah, well, there's always the telephone and the internet! We got home at around 17:15. Plenty of time to recover and rest up for my medical exam in Afula the next day, or so I thought.
Thursday's plan was to go to Afula early, meet up with Irit and Romi and have a nice lunch before Irit dropped me at the exam place. All was going well. I even got a letter from my doc they needed at the exam AND get to the bus station on time. The bus pulled in on time and I glanced at the number and SAW 842, and got on. At Golani junction I realized it was in fact the 845 which goes no where near Afula! The driver let me off at Golani and got my chair out from under the bus. At this point my right hand decided to try to amputate my right big toe. One of the "feet" from the wheelchair fell on that toe! Two darling girl soldiers ran over to help me cross the 6 lanes of the junction. My orders from Irit were to call her from Golani Junction. I did, even though she actually meant for me to call when we'd gone by the junction! She was not at all pleased to hear just how literally I'd taken her instruction. The correct bus finally arrived and Irit picked me up at the bus station in Afula, we went to lunch and then she dropped me off for the exam. I was the first one there, which was the plan. Somehow I managed to get myself home, gigglong at the whole thing to myself. I won't know for at least another week if I got the classification I need, but at least it's over and done with for now. My toe got spray bandaged first thing and I Bandaided it for good measure. It still hurts a bit, but not as much as my arms and shoulders from all the wheely wheely I did over those 2 days. They hurt a lot less now, so it doesn't hurt to type! Going to that exam bloody but unbowed was good for the results I hope for and well worth it. The only irritation was Irit's reaction to the whole thing. She was upset whereas the other friends who heard the story cracked up laughing for the simple reason that I was giggling while telling it!Spending the weekend trying to recover wasn't quite enough, things still ache a bit,and the toe is taking it's own sweet time to heal. But things are better every day, except I'm sleepy all the time.Then there was the great ceiling fan incident! At least I had the good sense to hurt my toe, though there are those who will say I must have brain damage from it! I'm hardly sitting at home waiting for the mail. I went on a fan/ceiling/light expedition. At Home Center there was a big sign with all the fan models and the prices, so I decided on the 159 shekel model and asked the guy to take two to the cashier. Bad as I am at math, even *I* know that 159x2 is not 500 shekels! "Ooops" said I "The sign said 159" "I'll call the guy" who then turned up and tried to explain to me that the price was only until yesterday. He then took himself off to see if there really was a sign and came back to tell me "No sign" I made him come back with me and there it was THE SIGN! Poor guy got quite a lecture on deceptive business practices and I got the fans for 300! I bet that misleading sign is still up. You'd be surprised how many people don't pay attention, especially when buying more than 1 thing will say in their favor that the sign was gone the next day!
Oh, dear, Eema Rivka and David have disappeared into thin air. The lock is on their door from the outside, their car is still here as are their things. Where are they? David usually goes out for a walk in the morning while Rivka stays and chats with me. This is too weird and I have to go out and get a letter from the sawbones that says I need an electric chair! I wanted to ambush him before he starts with the patients who had the good sense to sign up to see him. I also need to buy a new fax, mine committed suicide by diving head first off it's perch and self destructing in a zillion pieces on the floor. On second look, the lock isn't on the door, they must be inside, now, what to do without being rude? The both appeared on a loo run, then disappeared into their *cave* and haven't been heard from or seen since AND I HAVE TO GO OUT! progress! David just went on another loo run so maybe I'll get out of here. Among other things Moshe wants some help with a letter in English! More later, or tomorrow.I'll just hook the dogs on the loo door, give Rivka the key to the other door and take off!
wednesday was the day my gimp buddies and I decided would be the day we all meet up at the annual Accessories for Disabled Show in Tel Aviv. I dutifully set my alarm clock for 05:45 so as to be awake when Aurelia arrived to pick me up at 07:00. Setting an alarm clock to go off on time is something any self respecting 52(51) year old should be able to do, right? Wrong! I woke up when Aurelia called from outside! In spite of my incompetence, we got to the Show only 5 minutes late. No! She didn't speed. Once there I liberated a small electric scooter from the company that sold me Harley. I roamed around the displays and saw a few things that I would have bought had we not had to leave very early. Ah, well, there's always the telephone and the internet! We got home at around 17:15. Plenty of time to recover and rest up for my medical exam in Afula the next day, or so I thought.
Thursday's plan was to go to Afula early, meet up with Irit and Romi and have a nice lunch before Irit dropped me at the exam place. All was going well. I even got a letter from my doc they needed at the exam AND get to the bus station on time. The bus pulled in on time and I glanced at the number and SAW 842, and got on. At Golani junction I realized it was in fact the 845 which goes no where near Afula! The driver let me off at Golani and got my chair out from under the bus. At this point my right hand decided to try to amputate my right big toe. One of the "feet" from the wheelchair fell on that toe! Two darling girl soldiers ran over to help me cross the 6 lanes of the junction. My orders from Irit were to call her from Golani Junction. I did, even though she actually meant for me to call when we'd gone by the junction! She was not at all pleased to hear just how literally I'd taken her instruction. The correct bus finally arrived and Irit picked me up at the bus station in Afula, we went to lunch and then she dropped me off for the exam. I was the first one there, which was the plan. Somehow I managed to get myself home, gigglong at the whole thing to myself. I won't know for at least another week if I got the classification I need, but at least it's over and done with for now. My toe got spray bandaged first thing and I Bandaided it for good measure. It still hurts a bit, but not as much as my arms and shoulders from all the wheely wheely I did over those 2 days. They hurt a lot less now, so it doesn't hurt to type! Going to that exam bloody but unbowed was good for the results I hope for and well worth it. The only irritation was Irit's reaction to the whole thing. She was upset whereas the other friends who heard the story cracked up laughing for the simple reason that I was giggling while telling it!Spending the weekend trying to recover wasn't quite enough, things still ache a bit,and the toe is taking it's own sweet time to heal. But things are better every day, except I'm sleepy all the time.Then there was the great ceiling fan incident! At least I had the good sense to hurt my toe, though there are those who will say I must have brain damage from it! I'm hardly sitting at home waiting for the mail. I went on a fan/ceiling/light expedition. At Home Center there was a big sign with all the fan models and the prices, so I decided on the 159 shekel model and asked the guy to take two to the cashier. Bad as I am at math, even *I* know that 159x2 is not 500 shekels! "Ooops" said I "The sign said 159" "I'll call the guy" who then turned up and tried to explain to me that the price was only until yesterday. He then took himself off to see if there really was a sign and came back to tell me "No sign" I made him come back with me and there it was THE SIGN! Poor guy got quite a lecture on deceptive business practices and I got the fans for 300! I bet that misleading sign is still up. You'd be surprised how many people don't pay attention, especially when buying more than 1 thing will say in their favor that the sign was gone the next day!
Oh, dear, Eema Rivka and David have disappeared into thin air. The lock is on their door from the outside, their car is still here as are their things. Where are they? David usually goes out for a walk in the morning while Rivka stays and chats with me. This is too weird and I have to go out and get a letter from the sawbones that says I need an electric chair! I wanted to ambush him before he starts with the patients who had the good sense to sign up to see him. I also need to buy a new fax, mine committed suicide by diving head first off it's perch and self destructing in a zillion pieces on the floor. On second look, the lock isn't on the door, they must be inside, now, what to do without being rude? The both appeared on a loo run, then disappeared into their *cave* and haven't been heard from or seen since AND I HAVE TO GO OUT! progress! David just went on another loo run so maybe I'll get out of here. Among other things Moshe wants some help with a letter in English! More later, or tomorrow.I'll just hook the dogs on the loo door, give Rivka the key to the other door and take off!
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
No Time
Three days of sheer insanity! Haven't had time to breathe never mind post here. I'll be in most of the day tomorrow so should be able to catch up if I don't forget everything by then!
Sunday, May 16, 2004
Guests
Eema Rivka and her David arrived. They went to Danny and Orna's to see if Danny and Morris can renovate David's apartment in Tzfat. David is kind of milqutoastish! No spice, bland, but ok I guess. At any rate he's Eema Rivka's, not mine! Orna is pretending she doesn't know why I'm speaking to her HAH! Eema Rivka is entertaining ideas of engineering a make up. I don't think so. No one spits on me; tells me it's raining and stays my friend. I've lost better friends than her for less. She was the best cleaner I ever had though! Saddly I had a good nap today so I'm not tired yet. It's only 23:10 and nothing on TV and I don't have a good book to read. I'm caught up on the computer. I'll just post this, sort out the loo doors and light and pack it in.
Right (me) vs. Idiocy(them)
First thing after listening to Dark Matters, I called mfkedet ha ir to tell them work has stopped on the shelter because there's no sense in continuing work on a shelter that will have no use!They approved the shelter because the entrance to the security is too narrow for a wheelchair making their original idea of building a reinforced shell around it useless. So, what did they go and do? They built a shelter with 40-50cm thick reinforced concrete walls with a doorway the same width as the security room?
Sgt. Sammy is now off to inform the PTB how stupid they are!
Dragging them all over here to see for themselves is the way to do it. If they don't get it sorted PDQ I'll get the press over here. They love stories of government incompetence and wastefulness. What use is that shelter if I can't get in quickly and safely? Oh, yeah, the required white paint will protect me. Better repaint it white so I'll be safe. Purple is dangerous. It might match the rest of Gimp House and have a calming influence on me, but, hey! White is safer!
Sgt. Sammy is now off to inform the PTB how stupid they are!
Dragging them all over here to see for themselves is the way to do it. If they don't get it sorted PDQ I'll get the press over here. They love stories of government incompetence and wastefulness. What use is that shelter if I can't get in quickly and safely? Oh, yeah, the required white paint will protect me. Better repaint it white so I'll be safe. Purple is dangerous. It might match the rest of Gimp House and have a calming influence on me, but, hey! White is safer!
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Why Oh Why?
Why oh why do I seem to never learn? As insane as this past week was, and considering the pain I've been having, wouldn't you think I'd have taken things easy today? Of course I didn't. The first thing I did after coffee, and reading e mail was ask Richard if he could over and shift some furniture for me because Eema Rivka and her David are coming tomorrow and as things were there was no clear path to the "guest room". Before Richard came, I made my bed and washed the dishes, then I poured water and bleach all over the kitchen floor which was ankle deep in dog pee!
Richard moved the barriers and paint cans to a corner of the new room and put the washer and dryer back and reconnected them. Then he moved the recliner into the new room and the small Burgundy chair out of the 'guest' room into the new room. And he moved my old mattress out of the way and propped the blast door and window for the new room over to the wardrobe. After he left, I put a load in the washer only to be reminded that it works better if you open the tap! A short coffee (unleaded) break and I did the floor. When I *do* a floor, it is clean. I don't stop until the water from the cloth runs clean. The floor isn't the only thing that's *done* at that point! I am as well. Everything is screaming and yelling at me now, so it must be TV time! I'll get up and build a salad later. And give the floor one more treatment before Eema Rivka and her David come tomorrow!
Richard moved the barriers and paint cans to a corner of the new room and put the washer and dryer back and reconnected them. Then he moved the recliner into the new room and the small Burgundy chair out of the 'guest' room into the new room. And he moved my old mattress out of the way and propped the blast door and window for the new room over to the wardrobe. After he left, I put a load in the washer only to be reminded that it works better if you open the tap! A short coffee (unleaded) break and I did the floor. When I *do* a floor, it is clean. I don't stop until the water from the cloth runs clean. The floor isn't the only thing that's *done* at that point! I am as well. Everything is screaming and yelling at me now, so it must be TV time! I'll get up and build a salad later. And give the floor one more treatment before Eema Rivka and her David come tomorrow!
The Day That Was
Wedesday was the day my gimp buddies and I decided would be the day we all meet up at the annual Accessories for Disabled Show in Tel Aviv. I dutifully set my alarm clock for 05:45 so as to be awake when Aurelia arrived to pick me up at 07:00. Setting an alarm clock to go off on time is something any self respecting 52 year old should be able to do, right? Wrong! I woke up when Aurelia called from outside! In spite of my incompetence, we got to the Show only 5 minutes late. No! She didn't speed. Once there I liberated a small electric scooter from the company that sold me Harley. I roamed around the displays and saw a few things that I would have bought had we not had to leave very early. Ah, well, there's always the telephone and the internet! We got home at around 17:15. Plenty of time to recover and rest up for my medical exam in Afula the next day, or so I thought.
Thursday's plan was to go to Afula early, meet up with Irit and Romi and have a nice lunch before Irit dropped me at the exam place. All was going well. I even got a letter from my doc they needed at the exam AND get to the bus station on time. The bus pulled in on time and I glanced at the number and SAW 842, and got on. At Golani junction I realized it was in fact the 845 which goes no where near Afula! The driver let me off at Golani and got my chair out from under the bus. At this point my right hand decided to try to amputate my right big toe. One of the "feet" from the wheelchair fell on that toe! Two darling girl soldiers ran over to help me cross the 6 lanes of the junction. My orders from Irit were to call her from Golani Junction. I did, even though she actually meant for me to call when we'd gone by the junction! She was not at all pleased to hear just how literally I'd taken her instruction. The correct bus finally arrived and Irit picked me up at the bus station in Afula, we went to lunch and then she dropped me off for the exam. I was the first one there, which was the plan. Somehow I managed to get myself home, giggling at the whole thing to myself. I won't know for at least another week if I got the classification I need, but at least it's over and done with for now. My toe got spray bandaged first thing and I Bandaided it for good measure. It still hurts a bit, but not as much as my arms and shoulders from all the wheely wheely I did over those 2 days. They hurt a lot less now, so it doesn't hurt to type! Going to that exam bloody but unbowed was good for the results I hope for and well worth it. The only irritation was Irit's reaction to the whole thing. She was upset wheras the other friends who heard the story cracked up laughing for the simple reason that I was giggling while telling it!
Franne Cloudwalker of the purple
Thursday's plan was to go to Afula early, meet up with Irit and Romi and have a nice lunch before Irit dropped me at the exam place. All was going well. I even got a letter from my doc they needed at the exam AND get to the bus station on time. The bus pulled in on time and I glanced at the number and SAW 842, and got on. At Golani junction I realized it was in fact the 845 which goes no where near Afula! The driver let me off at Golani and got my chair out from under the bus. At this point my right hand decided to try to amputate my right big toe. One of the "feet" from the wheelchair fell on that toe! Two darling girl soldiers ran over to help me cross the 6 lanes of the junction. My orders from Irit were to call her from Golani Junction. I did, even though she actually meant for me to call when we'd gone by the junction! She was not at all pleased to hear just how literally I'd taken her instruction. The correct bus finally arrived and Irit picked me up at the bus station in Afula, we went to lunch and then she dropped me off for the exam. I was the first one there, which was the plan. Somehow I managed to get myself home, giggling at the whole thing to myself. I won't know for at least another week if I got the classification I need, but at least it's over and done with for now. My toe got spray bandaged first thing and I Bandaided it for good measure. It still hurts a bit, but not as much as my arms and shoulders from all the wheely wheely I did over those 2 days. They hurt a lot less now, so it doesn't hurt to type! Going to that exam bloody but unbowed was good for the results I hope for and well worth it. The only irritation was Irit's reaction to the whole thing. She was upset wheras the other friends who heard the story cracked up laughing for the simple reason that I was giggling while telling it!
Franne Cloudwalker of the purple
Friday, May 14, 2004
Getting on with it
I guess I have to start sometime, so now is as good a time as any. I can always come back and figure out how to turn everything purple! I haven't been having much luck with the techie aspects today, but I'm still zonked from 2 days of travel. More of which later. It hurts to type!
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