I’ve been so busy I haven’t been able to write about how busy I’ve been.  This is good on many levels, but, there is a frustration that is hard to get past.  So it goes…

 

There have been big outings – spending all day in Be’er Sheva because the dog had to get to the vet by nine, and then had to wait for a call to pick her up.  I was out of the house for eleven hours.  Practically unheard of in recent years.  And small outings – I made it back to the old house to sit on the steps and visit with my cat Kitten, who has refused to make our new house her home.

 

I have thought many times about bringing my camera with me to one place or another, but so far it hasn’t happened.  I want a new camera.  I love the ones that I have, but as I’ve gotten less functional, I need a camera that is lighter, easier to carry, but still produces results that don’t make me cringe.  Sadly (but not surprizingly) the iPhone doesn’t cut it.

 

This evening, the family with the exception of myself are going to a street fair in a nearby small city.  I would like to go but 1) there is not enough room in the rental car; and, 2) I am probably better off resting rather than going out again – particularly as I have another full-day outing on Thursday; and 3) if I went there is the risk of running into my middle son and/or my daughter-in-law.  That relationship is fractured, possibly beyond repair.  Beyond anything that I can do to repair it.

 

Instead I am actually all alone in the house.  That has happened exactly once before in recent memory.  In the last month in fact.  It feels strange – I feel able to take deeper breaths, my mind seems less ‘squashed.’  The hardest part is not running around trying to do everything I would want to do in an empty house in the next hour to hour-and-a-half.  I can’t.  I need to just appreciate these moments that get more and more scarce as the body worsens and both TH and I get older.

 

When the family comes back from the fair, we’re going to have a little party to celebrate the 11th anniversary of arriving in Israel.  It is all, still, very amazing.  There will be a bittersweet flavour to the party because of missing family members, but only a little bit.  There are enough of us (there will be six here tonight) and we make enough noise all together.  Youngest daughter made some cute small cakes with the number ’11’ in blue on buttercream frosting.  We will have pizza.  It is good to remember what it used to be like and what happened.

 

My poor doggie has one of those silly cone things around her head, and drains sticking out of her leg.  She is doing very well, but clearly this is not what makes her happy.  What *did* make her happy was when my youngest daughter went in to the vet’s clinic to pick her up after her surgery.  I think she really believed we were not coming back for her.  Silly doggie.

 

I guess that’s all from me today.  Pain is driving me away from the computer, but I’ll be back again somehow.  Someday – if I live that long – I may have a bedroom again, and won’t have to leave the computer just because I can’t sit up any longer.  Someday.  Someday…

Cee’s Which Way Challenge

That stripe of dirt at the back of the photo is the ‘Class 4 road’ that was our address in Vermont

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More of Old Duck Pond Road, at the point where it became ‘town maintained.’  (Which meant ruts filled in and slightly graded every few years)October31,03062

Downtown in the closest town *with* a downtown – Lyndonville VT

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Enjoy!

Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge – Three

I’ve been wanting to do some of the photo challenges for a while, finally got some together enough to try one.  These are all older photos, I didn’t take the camera out for this.  Maybe next time I’ll find the time.  Anyway, here they are:

Three Roses

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These roses are growing ‘wild’ at the old house down the street.  Maybe I’ll be able to transplant them to the new house, but it’s good to know they are surviving on their own.

 

Three Chickens

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Also taken at the old house, but when we lived there.  The Husband built a number of chicken coops (loolim), that didn’t last more than a year, this was one of them just set up for three very happy chickens.

 

Three goats

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We had four goats at the time, but these three made such a nice group.  The dark brown one was the best dairy goat I’ve ever seen, and the little white guy is a special breed here in Israel – sorry, I can’t for the life of me remember what the name of the breed is.  They have really soft hair, but no good for spinning or felting.  I miss having goats.  Maybe when the last kid moves out and the dogs die… not really, we’ll always have dogs.  But that’s the saying.

 

Okay, laterz.  🙂

It’s a wheelchair van. Just not mine.

Today I got to go visit my wheelchair van.  Not really, but in essence if not in fact.  The company that is doing the modifications sent a wheelchair van (not at all like mine is (in theory) going to be) to take me to Rosh HaAyin.  That’s a small city over an hour away from here, where I suppose the main business is.  I’ve only ever gone to the Be’er Sheva offices before.  The ride was reasonably un-exciting.  As compared to my two other rides in such a conveyance, positively restful.  At no time did the wheelchair slide across the floor, or did any of the wheels come off the floor.  The seatbelt did come unfastened at one point, but youngest daughter and I were able to get it closed again with no particular fuss.

This driver really made an effort, for which I am extremely grateful.  He slowed down for curves; and even though he continued to drive while looking at his phone, drove off the side of the highway at one point, and backed down a highway ramp when he took the wrong exit, all-in-all I can’t complain.  If you only knew what the *other* rides were like…

At the Rosh HaAyin facility I got to see a wheelchair van that looks an awful lot like mine is going to be (if it ever gets to me…).  It already had a joystick installed, and push buttons for virtually everything you might want to do in the car.  There was a head plate for turn signals and the horn, and it generally looked good.  One sadness, the van that I saw there was a lovely silver-grey.  I said I would take a white van (I was led to believe it would be quicker than going for a colour), but I really like the silver-grey much better.  Well, five years after I (hopefully) get this van, I can get another one, and then ask for the silver-grey.  It’s not the end of the world.

While there I got asked loads of questions about what I can and can’t do, and will be able to have alternatives depending on how functional I am on any given day.  It really seems much too good to be true.  Only the fact that I continue to disbelieve in the reality of the van allows me to accept it all.  Someone measured my height sitting in the wheelchair and I signed three monstrous huge checks, and we were through.  It only took a couple of hours there.  The staff were supposed to be on their lunch break when we arrived, but one fellow saw me come in and postponed his lunch in order to get me started.  I really like these people.

Anyway, about the incredibly huge checks, they are drawn on my bank account, but I am promised that they will not be deposited until B’tuach Leumi has put the money to cover them into my bank account.  More money I am promised will show up someday.  The amounts are truly mind-boggling, and while you probably couldn’t buy a house for the total, you could certainly buy an apartment.  It’s a good thing I’m very happy in our rental situation (despite still having no bedroom/saferoom) and we are settled here for the long term.  There’s no money left in the whole country – that’s what it feel like.

I’d thought/hoped I might – as long as I had the services of a wheelchair van – visit my daughter who lives just fifteen minutes from me.  Unfortunately by the time we were headed home I was so tired I had to give up the thought, and when we did get home around 4pm, I just crashed.  I slept through supper – such as it was, with youngest son going to play soccer, and oldest son driving.  Woke up feeling completely depleted and spent most of the evening eating salty things and drinking water.

I can’t say I’m all better now, but well enough to sit up typing this before going off to bed.  Tomorrow is another too-full day, but at least it will all be at home for me.  I need the rest and recovery time.

In the wee, small hours

There was a tzeva adom (rocket alert) and a ‘boom’ late in the evening, giving me an opportunity to curse the landlady and construction crew who are treating our safe room so cavalierly.  Now I’m sitting up listening to the ‘booms.’  I’m reasonably sure it’s us bombing them.  It could just be sonic booms, but I doubt it.  Praying for Hashem’s care and trying to remember that just because this house is smaller, doesn’t mean they’re going to be able to hit it any more than they ever hit the other one.  Not the scariest night of my life, but I am glad I was already awake when the booms started.

Nir-Am Hike

Listening to Silence

So, what’s the worst sign you can come across while hiking?

Take a moment and try and think what you would least like to see posted on the trail you’re walking on.

Got it?

Was it worse than this?

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Caution!

This area under threat of anti-tank weapons.

Well?

I wasn’t actually worried. As such.

It wasn’t actually blocking the road, but pushed off to one side, out of the way.

תמונה2683And cars had gone past and none of them seemed worried. So I decided to continue.

תמונה2686תמונה2691The Nir-Am reservoir was very pretty.

תמונה2685And the lookout had an interesting map.

תמונה2692The flower watching season is (so) officially over, but there was still quite a bit of colour.

תמונה2705I wasn’t intending to take pictures and didn’t bring my camera. But my phone did it’s very best.

תמונה2700תמונה2698Even though camouflage and a moving bird were tough missions for the poor thing.

תמונה2693Pretty trees.

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