Moving on

Getting settled into the new house isn’t all its cracked up to be.  For starters, I have no bedroom.  In fact, it isn’t even being built.  The workmen haven’t been next or nigh the place since before we started moving in.  The Husband has been phoning the landlady every day, every – single – day.  She refuses point blank to give TH the phone number of the crew chief — absolutely no clue what that is about.

In spite of me having no bedroom, we have moved in.  I can’t use my computer which is set up in the salon because I’ve only the blanket chest to sit on, and it provides no side or back support.  I’ve no place else to put it, because I’ve no bedroom.  My bed is in youngest daughter’s room, which means that youngest daughter doesn’t have room for all of her stuff.  What stuff I have is scattered about – some in youngest daughter’s room, some in the salon, and a bunch in boxes and bins in tents we set up in the yard and in oldest son’s separate apartment.  It is a mess, to say the least, and confusing.

So here I am typing away on the small usb keyboard I have for the iPad, and doing a sight better than I did last time.  Starting to get the hang of things here.  We have one more large load of stuff to bring over from the old house, and the mazganim (heating/air conditioning wall units).  There was supposed to be someone here two days ago or yesterday to move the mazganim but they never showed up.  The guy did deliver the two new doors, but couldn’t install one of them because TH has to fill in with concrete some of the spaces around where the door goes.  TH is most likely going to have to ask our former next-door-neighbour to do it, as he is starting his new job on Yom Rishon, Sunday.

 The new job is the reason for all of the rush.  We technically have access to the old place until the end of June, but with the new job, we didn’t want the move to be stuck in limbo not knowing when or how we would be able to finish it.
The final load is all stuff that is going to have to sit outside, at least until the mamad is built.  The boards and posts from the mirpesset (deck or porch) that TH built – we are going to put up a new one here, it’s actually half-built already.  But the finish is going to have to wait until – you guessed it – the mamad is finished.  As it stands now, the water heater is blocking where the mirpesset should go.  We are going to buy a new water heater, but I want it installed on top of the mamad.  And so it goes…

There are also odd bits of furniture, extra bookcases (if there is such a thing as ‘extra’ book cases), my spinning wheels and some random flotsam and jetsam.  Another TH has to do is get in touch with people who can sell us a half-size (20ft) shipping container.  We’ll park it here and put the extra stuff in there for safety until such time as a) the mamad is built; b( I and all of *my* stuff is moved into it; c) sll the stuff belonging to youngest daughter is then brought in to her room and d) the rest of the household furniture is in the salon and on the deck.  After that, anything that doesn’t fit into the house or on the mirpesset will have to be downsized.  So frustrating having to just leave stuff lying around for possibly months, and all because the bloody crew chief seemingly can’t, or won’t, do the job he was hired to do.

 Mamadim are going up all over the moshav, some are finished, many are close to being finished, and here we have a single concrete slab just sitting there.  And sitting there.  And sitting there.  If they were at least showing up for work I’d feel better about it all.


And then there is the wheel chair van.  Anyone who knows me or hs been reading knows that there is a mystical, magical wheelchair van somewhere out there in the ether just waiting for the right moment to land on my head.  Apparently the right moment is elusive and far off.  I won’t even begin to go into the latest shenanigans.  Suffice it to say that the guy from the car dealership promised that the van would be at the conversion place today – like I’d believe that even if I saw it.  We are close to 100K shekel out-of-pocket already for this non-existant van that we were told would cost us virtually nothing as it is paid for by the national insurance.  Today we transfered that and more to the car dealership to get the bloody thing out of customs.  What next, this cripple wonders?

But, as there are no storms clouds without some sort of silver lining (at least as I’ve been told), something in the way of a minor miracle — now that I am no longer in the old house, trapped in my ‘prison cell,’ which is what my old bedroom came to feel like, I’m just not fretting about the van so much.  I still want it, don’t get me wrong, but for the longest time (three years, already?) the van symbolized escape, it was the only freedom I could imagine in my ever-more-curtailed life.  Waiting for the van was waiting for the escape from durance vile.  However, now that I live in this new, smaller, albeit lacking-a-bedroom house, that feeling of being trapped and in prison is gone.

Part of it is that I can get around this house in my wheelchair – or I will be able to once the mamad is built and all that cascade of moving things becomes possible.  Before we moved everything in I had a good time rolling around the place.  I can’t get into youngest son’s bedroom, the door is about 10cm narrower than a standard (for here) door.  And I can’t get into the bathroom, water closet, or to the back door in my wheelchair.  I think that I can live with all of that.

Yesterday with the new front door installed, and one screen mended, the house is largely free of flies and mosquitos, which made the first couple of day pretty awful.  We need to install a bathtub, there is onlly a rather small and awkward shower stall right now.

Oh, but TH is finished with the old job and starting a job which pays a living wage.  It is yet anohter thing that I am waiting for, but it feels more real and concrete than the other pie-in-the-sky notions, like a wheelchair van and a bedroom for me.  Of course we are going to spend the lion’s share of this increased income paying off all that out-of-pocket for the fantasy van and buying all the things we put off while we were surviving on short rations.   Eventually, though if the job works out, we should be able to do things like – oh, I don’t know.  Travel?  Save?  Probably unrealistic, but a person can hope.

Youngest daughter is out of the army, and youngest son won’t be going in for over two years, so we have a bit of a break.  I am guardedly hoping that – AFTER i have a bedroom and a wheelchair van, so we’re saying never I suppose – TH and youngest son and I can actually do a little bit of travelling.  The new job is supposed to include TH going to different sites in different countries.  He said as a condition of employment I would have to be able to come with him on trips.  I hope that works out for sure.

Ah, bah, I’m trying to write while my three kids are all chatting at and with me, so I’d better give this up for now.  My Kitten is sleeping on youngest daughter’s bed, Chamudah is on my bed, and it is all very cozy here.  So, be well, all, and Gd bless – I’ll be back!  ūüôā

Moving, part 2

I am largely moved in to the new place. ¬†The computer is not acting well, driving me crazy in fact. ¬†The trackball isn’t responsive, and I keep getting a message that my dvd drive is underpowered. ¬†WTF? ¬†I am too tired and whatever to figure it all out. ¬†I’ve got a mess of spaghetti wiring that seriously upsets me. ¬†I like to have all of my cords as sanely and sensibly organized as possible. ¬†And it’s all in my face! ¬†Ugh!


So, what can I do? ¬†So tired I can barely see straight, we’ve been going straight out for so long now, … I can’t remember when it started. ¬†Probably about the time we were informed that our landlord had sold the house out from under us.


The new house is so much smaller it’s amazing we kind of fit. ¬†A bunch of our stuff is actually in tents on the ‘lawn.’ ¬†It is not a lawn, it is nothing like a lawn, but I can’t think of another word right now. ¬†Lawns don’t have thistles six feet tall. ¬†Not usually. ¬†Fortunately the donkeys love thistles. ¬†ūüôā ¬†It is only a matter of time before all those tall prickly plants are converted into donkey poop – er, fertilizer. ¬†And then there is a huge field behind us, not to mention an empty house with ‘lawn’ that is almost as tall as what we have here. ¬†Donkeys will eat well for a while here.


We moved the last of the critters over today. ¬†My cat, Kitten, is being a real pain. ¬†If she is outside she cries at the door to come in, and if she is inside, she cries to get out. ¬†I know that this is normal cat behaviour, but it isn’t normal for Kitten. ¬†We’re going to have to figure out how to do a cat door somehow. ¬†Tricky with metal doors and concrete walls, but something will work out I’m sure.


Part of the problem of course is that the mamad – the ‘safe room’ that is being built onto this house isn’t. ¬†Isn’t being built. ¬†We watch for constructions crews and none shows up. ¬†We were promised the mamad would be finished by the end of April. ¬†Now we are being told the end of May. ¬†And still no workmen show up. ¬†The mamad is going to be my room, so in the meantime I am sharing a room with my youngest daughter, which means neither of us has as much room as we are used to or really need. ¬†And my stuff is in the salon, what isn’t out in a tent, and other stuff that would be in the salon is also out in tents, or in my oldest sons apartment. ¬†*sigh* ¬†These things never go as planned, but since we really didn’t have any plans, I guess that’s okay. ¬†ūüôā


So tired, I’m going to go to sleep and not get anything else done today. ¬†Sorry for short and uninteresting post, I’ll try to do better the next time I have the time and enough brain to sit down and write.


Well, the lion’s share of the moving is done, and it really is all good. ¬†I don’t know how it happened, but I am truly grateful. ¬†Tomorrow we will (hopefully) get the oven hooked up so we can cook for shabbot. ¬†And get the television over here and working. ¬†A shelf for the television to sit on would be good. ¬†And sorting out the animals’ food bowls and feeding locations. ¬†And I’d like a working drain on the shower. ¬†I am just so demanding! ¬†Didn’t I just say that I was grateful? ¬†Well, and tomorrow is another day with more accomplishments, and (Hashem willing) a good rest at the end of it.


So be well, all, and Gd bless

Testing, testing.  Typing on the little portable keyboard with the iPad.  It all seems to be working.

I’m at the new house.  We are in the process of moving.  More is at the old house than the new, but that is shifting every day.  This moving as a process is much more pleasant, less stressful for me, than when you have to get it all ready at one end, move it all in one day, and then the next day start unpacking.  We have things getting settled in their right places as we go.  Youngest son is scraping ugly stucco off of the walls of what will be his sister’s room.  The kitchen has some food, rags, dish soap and so forth.

I wanted to say something regarding my knitting but I find myself with a bit of a problem which is that I only have two hands.  I don’t want to write about knitting, I want to be knitting.  If I could be knitting while writing about it, or at least getting my thoughts out, I’d do a lot more writing.  Knitting is what I love.  I’m working on a lace shawl for my daughter-in-law who isn’t talking to me.  There is a lot of emotional baggage wrapped up in this shawl, but I love the knitting so much – I’d feel bad if I hadn’t gotten to make this.

I’m also working on a blanket for myself.  It’s been over a year and may be another year before I finish it, because I keep interrupting it to make things for other people.  I do want the blanket.  I need it.  But I can’t stop making blankets, lacy things, washcloths, and you-name-it.  The only thing (so far) I don’t really love knitting is socks.  But, I’ve committed to making my oldest son a pair of long wool socks before next winter.  I hope I can do it in time.  Socks.  *sigh*

I forgot to bring my camera with me, but I can try to take a photo or two with the iPad while I’m here.  Photos of knitting in progress, not nicely displayed, but better than nothing?  I’m going to see what I can do now. 

So this is my little workstaton.  You can see the little keyboard all black and shiny

As close a close-up as I can get of the lace  

My blanket in progress:  


The new kitchen, about three times bigger than the old one

A view of youngest son’s new room with the stucco on the walls.  You can see it here, but it is an appalling shade of pink.  

One clear patch of wall amongst the stucco  

Youngest son scraping away   

A view from the front door towards oldest son’s ‘apartment.’  

Once the donkeys are here a lot of t hat stuff will be gone.  It’s good donkey food, and also a terrible fire hazard in the summer here.

I think I posted more photos than I ‘should’ but I’m doing my best with the current conditions  I don’t kow howto edit things on the iPad, if I eve can.  So I’m stuck wtih what I’ve got, either until I get back on my computer, or maybe it stays up forever.  So it goes.

I hope you are having a peaceful day without stresss.  Be well, all, and Gd bless

A Cake to Remember

I’d thought the next time I came back here I’d write about knitting, but instead I found these photos which I’d intended to post a while ago. ¬†They are of the cake that my youngest daughter created for the anniversary celebration the kids gave us when we came back from our tiyul. ¬†It was beautiful. ¬†What you can’t see is how delicious it was. ¬†And filling. ¬†Made with whole-wheat flour, so not your average cake of empty calories. ¬†ūüôā


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I don’t think it is obvious in the photos, there are chocolate covered strawberries at the corners of the cake as well. ¬†Yum!


I guess it was a bit of a headache to make, so I’ll most likely not be enjoying this sort of cake again any time soon. ¬†The pictures help to keep it fresh. ¬†ūüėČ


Be well and Gd bless