Rave: Best wishes for a happy anniversary to two terrific parents
Rant: So don’t use your turn signal, you selfish, thoughtless, oblivious oaf! Let me stand here, loaded down with bulging sacks of groceries, waiting for you to pass. Then go ahead and blithely turn before reaching me. And another big rant for the moron who pulled out from the turnoff to Yuvalim and turned left right in front of me, forcing me to stomp on the brakes. And you looked right at me before you did it, too, you idiot!
Rave: Dog. Empty peanut butter container. Do the math.
Friends don’t let friends blog drunk: Oi, the joys of sushi and sake. Last night’s birthday bash is great, with too much food, lots of laughter (despite discussions of how bad the next attacks from Lebanon will be), and a great haul of presents.
Here we are at Bon Sai Sushi:
Janet and Renee share a blonde moment:
Someone call the SPCA: God knows that my dog would never support poel yerushalayim! She’s a Macabbi dog! But it is cold in the house, and that is her most comfortable track suit. I’m sure that this is illegal somewhere.
Hanukkah s’meach! Happy Hanukkah to everyone. I dispensed with the greasy soufgani’ot this year and ate various mysterious fried things last night. I figure that takes care of my obligation to eat fried food for the season. Blech.
Er, not: Bibi and Lieberman. They’re still haggling over who gets what, but it is pretty clear that we are looking at a Government from Hell.
We survived another Purim: Cute pics.
Do not have a picnic in a mine field: Duh. We usually lose a tourist every few years when they ignore the signs, but this was a local.
…and another tiyul tragedy: How the heck can you drown in the world’s most boyant body of water?
Happy campers: Training at one of my local clients. Love these guys. They ask questions, participate, and roar at the jokes. The boss has a dog on her lap the whole time.
Happy 14, Miss Thing: Nadine, like good brie, is ripening. She celebrates with some salmon pate (which, I might add, had one of the most egregious food-related puns on its label: pate-avon). She might be fat, lazy, spoiled, partially bald, and sporting some disgusting lumps (the vet insists that they are harmless fat cysts), but she is our little dumpling and we love her to pieces.
New office: My office gets the start of a much-needed face-lift with new aronot(cabinets). The old ones were literally falling apart. New cabinets are sturdy and attractive, plus since they are custom made, they contain a special cosy sanctuary for Nadine. Maybe this will get her to leave me alone while I’m on those long STC conference calls.
So it is an exhausting few days of taking everything out of the old units and breaking them apart, cleaning, sorting through things, and putting things back into the new stuff. Back-breaking, dusty, dirty, and as bad as Pesach cleaning at its worst. I actually logged 5 km inside the house just going up and down the stairs, hauling, shlepping, toting, cleaning, and sorting. Only part-way done, but am looking forward to a slicker, more pleasant work area. The aronot were made by a local business, Jason v’Salim Nagaria (Jason and Salim’s Carpentry), which is one of those great examples of quiet coexistence that you never seem to hear about. They arrive exactly on time, do a perfect job, clean up after themselves, and are out the door fifteen minutes before their estimate. One of the guys is particularly bemused by the custom hidy-hole for Nadine. Miss Thing is still boycotting the new aron, but I hope to win her over to it this Shabbat.
The Guru of Graphics: Patrick Hofmann is back with another series of training on graphical literacy for technical communicators. Being somewhat graphically-challenged myself, I am in awe of his ability to express complex concepts with simple graphics. The course continues tomorrow, so I am staying down in Tel Aviv and basking in the noise, chaos, and choice of restaurants. We all think Patrick is terrific, and he continues to be impressed by the level of interaction. Yes, it is true: Israeli TCs are smart, fast, and unabashedly geeky, and God knows that we aren’t afraid to ask questions and even (gasp!) argue. A presenter used to training in the Far East might find it disconcerting, but Patrick seems to love it.
Nadine goes large: For once, the spoiled fat cat does something useful. She saves my life. The combination of yesterday’s gusting winds and a drafty window blew out the flame under the kettle. I’m off in my office, staring at something on the screen. Nadine starts screaming. I ignore her. She keeps screaming. I ignore her some more. She comes into my office and whacks my leg a few times. Harder to ignore. At this point, I smell gas. The entire ground floor is heavy with gas fumes. I turn off the burner, open all the doors and windows, and count my lucky stars. Miss Thing gets extra tuna for her bravery.
Recycle your gadgets! Old electronics not only take up a lot of room in landfill, but they contain a lot of toxic and dangerous components. Israeli recycling company Snunit is taking on the challenge with collection points for unwanted VCRs, TVs, computers, and you name it. They break the gadgets down into various components for recycling or safe disposal. The company is located in the mercaz in Pardes Hanna, but there are various collection points around the country. Hat tip to Northern LS.
Doggy Delight: Family birthdays get everyone together on Shabbat at Dag Dagan near Beit She’an. Good food, good service, good company. The best: they let dogs inside. Lucy sits politely under the table. I finally take her out for a “walk” (I carry her almost as much as she walks) around the kibbutz. At a table near us, a young King Charles Cavalier spaniel is seated. More dogs outside. They are all quieter and better behaved than the human rug-rats.
Go, Bulldogs! Some 30 years after graduating from Seattle’s Garfield High School, classmate Ben Slivka is trying to get a reunion off the ground. All I can say is the school looks a lot different now than it did when I was there!
On one hand, I am very curious to know what has happened with some of my classmates. On the other hand, I left Seattle in 1978 and didn’t maintain contact with very many people; I was one of the invisible, unpopular kids. What will I have in common with people whom I barely knew 30 years ago?
So what do you think about reunions? Fun? A waste of time? Depressing? Has anyone here ever attended a school reunion? Do tell…