Finally, home. The last two months I’ve been away more than what I’ve been home, and while it was necessary, I really missed Kevin and the kids. I was not supposed to get home till early Friday morning (writing this on Thursday), but because I finished early, I could get an early flight. It was a good choice.
The las few weeks have been hard. To the usual stressors depression was added, as I had been off my usual meds since my surgery for my arm. Just because things weren’t complicated and stressful enough, an unwise decision I made many years ago came back to haunt me with plenty of financial consequences. Fortunately I have a partial, temporary fix, so I am breathing a bit easier.
Today (Friday) a friend’s daughter is becoming bat mitzvah! We are very excited and can’t wait for the service tonight. She is very good friends with my daughters and she is one of the kids who will have her party combined with my three’s in May. I’m making mini cupcakes for kiddush tonight to celebrate her rite of passage.
Last summer I made a new friend. We became pretty good friends. He is one of the few people I know who were not looking for pre-brain damage Hevel in me. I’m sure it helps he didn’t know me before, and it also helps that I didn’t know him before his life altering injury. For B and I the way we are currently is the way we always have been as far as the other is concerned.
We have kept in touch through technology the last seven months, but we hadn’t had the chance to meet in person till today. Originally we planned to meet up for coffee in the afternoon, but then his wife texted me to go t for coffee and lunch in the morning instead. We met around ten and spent a good four hours together, talking and enjoying our meal, and getting a bottle opener.
During these four hours I experienced a certain freedom that I don’t even experience at home most of the time. It was a freedom in communication that comes partially from routine, partially from my friend having been in my shoes. And that is something wonderful. Something that not many people can understand.
It was great to see them. I hope I won’t have to wait 7 months for the next time.
I just discovered the History Channel App and I got really excited that the first season of Vikings is available to watch free till February 28. So we started to watch. Oh my gosh, why is this thing so popular? Other than the fact that the Vikings used the same hair stylist as Harel Skaat and had excellent dental care I didn't learn anything in the first two episodes. It might be because I dozed off for about twenty minutes in episode two. Nevertheless, my kids are enjoying it, so they are trying to finish the season in three days.
That said, the end of the world according to the Vikings was apparently last week. The Ragnarök happened on Saturday, and now there should be a new beginning. I found that fact kind of entertaining and celebrated by reading a few pages of American Gods by Neil Gaiman again. I'm not entirely sure how the media came up with that date, but Nirel planned celebrating by watching Thor. Since for some reason iTunes didn't want to cooperate, he just watched the Avengers. Kids.
On Wednesday my grandson turned three. That was the cause of me digging up this video.
His name is Harel Oded, and this video features, among others, Harel Moyal, Harel Skaat and Oded Menashe. It was the promo video for Festigal, a kids' Chanukah program (song contest) in 2004. It's based on misheard lyrics and mentioning the singers participating in the show. My kids, including the all grown soldiers, love Festigal, and I usually end up paying a small fortune to take them to it every winter.
For the birthday party he had his first haircut and the entire toddler music class over. That is two friends, who had a lot of fun playing with Harel's new toys, and eating Angry Birds cake.
We are looking at a very busy March! Birthdays, Purim, more birthdays, St. Patrick's Day, a wedding… Yes, March is going to be busy! Judy's first Purim coincides with her first birthday. Her mother made her a very cute Lip balm costume, obviously… Blistex! She is such a big girl now, regularly using about ten words and fifteen signs. She just started walking, and she prefers big human food to baby food. That girl will love spices!
We had evaluations scheduled for the twins for today (Thursday). They will turn six in October and they can start school (first grade, aka kita alef) in September and they didn't attend public gan (kindergarten for ages 3-6), we wanted to see where they were in school preparedness. We were told to watch for signs of attention issues with Ezra, but both kids surprised their testers with their ability to read simple instructions. Ezra scored just below the recommended bracket for social development, but we were told not to worry, as he can develop a lot in that area in the next six months. We will sign him up for gymnastics as soon as he reaches the minimum age, and possibly cheerleading.
Since we homeschool it shouldn't be a problem whenever we decide to move from gan to kita alef, in theory, but regulations in Israel are different. Also because of my lack of Hebrew we decided to send the twins to school for first and possibly second grade.
I used to tell Kevin that the only thing worth watching the Twilight movies for was Bella's dad, Charlie. I am glad that I can watch him in Revolution instead. Also, how do you use neck pillows? Apparently the proper way is to put them against the wall, and rest your head against the pillow, with the large headphones snuggled into the hole where, I would have thought, you neck would go. It makes sense….
My son just informed me that the Olympics were done and over for two more years, and that Putin now has time to mess around with Ukraine, and he can't find any Paralympics broadcasts scheduled.
My head started to spin. I know I missed the opening ceremonies, and stuff, and I haven't even watched ski jumping, but I can't believe it is over without me seeing any of it. I missed the whole thing!
Now I don't know if anyone else remembers when the Winter Games were moved from the same year as the Summer Games to the other evennumbered years within the four year Olympic period, but it was twenty years ago, when after 1992 the Winter Olympics happened again two years later. I was 11 and glued to the TV, watching men's figure skating and ski jumps and cross country skiing. Do the names Tonya Harding and Nancy Kerrigan say anything to anyone any more?
I feel sorry for the athletes, who deserved my interest and support, but this year's Games were tainted by the host country too much for me to simply care. At least now I can go back to drinking Coke.
I saw Jen do this, so being the unoroginal bore I am, I thought it would be fun to copy.
As a manly man I do not have a purse. I have a messenger bag. And right now I can't dump it, but this is what it looks like right now.
Last minute yarn shopping has its benefits.
ETA: had the opportunity to dump things on top of my bag:
So let's see. I have keys to our house only. I no longer drive, so I never carry car keys. I do carry NewSkin Liquid bandage and hand lotion, though, as well as my half functional cell phone, some meds, chocolate bars (this one is from Hungary), my Kindle and some yarn and hook. Oh, and usually a water bottle or this awesome tumbler… Filled with green tea. Tweezers and the blue pouch of important stuff are also a must.
Usually there is more mess in my bag, but I had to remove a lot of things to get through airport security, and only a few things made it back! Here is an older photo:
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One of the things that I really really disliked in iOS7 was that the got rid of the grid view in the music player, which, for some reason, was kind of important to me. I like to see what I'm choosing from, especially if the singer is as handsome as Harel Skaat, or the cover photo is as cute as Heincz Gábor's, or as different as ByeAlex's. Maybe because I always liked record sleeves and album art. When I was a kid and my parents got rid of their records after the Record player broke, I decorated my room with the record sleeves. Now I do the same in outpr family room from print outsbof the album art of the albums we buy on iTunes.
If you look at my screenshot, you can see that there are songs in English, Hungarian, Hebrew and Swiss German. I have to admit that the winner of the Israeli X Factor gave me hope; we have been in this country about the same time, but she speaks even less Hebrew than I do! Most of my vocabulary and phrases come from songs, though. That is how I learnt Hungarian back in the day, and that is how I should be learning Hebrew more.
Alas, Netflix is reducing my music time and reading time, which usually go hand-in-hand. I listen to music while I read or on the bus nowadays. I miss the times when it was playing around me all the time! It was easy when I only had to compromise with one person's taste, but now my kids know that I have a terrible taste of music….
There is an e-book, freely available, providing writing prompts for every day, and today’s prompt involved looking for hidden coins behind couch cusions and in the car and writing something about the year that the first coin found was made.
The problem was that I didn’t find any coins. I even looked in my wallet, and I had no coins. I asked my son to check his… no such luck. So I can’t tell you what I did in the year the coin was issued, but I just remembered something that has always puzzled me. And that is the stubbornness of Americans to name their coins confusing names rather than call them by the denominations that they are. I mean, hello, it took all of 5 minutes to teach my kids to handle change based on their names (100 forint, 50 forint, etc. in Hungary, for example) and then in the big book of work sheets we received there are no less than 24 pages dedicated to counting change based on words like dime and nickel. Evne though I lived in the USA for quite a bit of my life, change still confuses me.
Of course reading Dickens and his contemporaries, or even Sherlock Holmes can be confusing, because before 1971 the British had a super confusing system for their money. Fortunatelly they came to their senses and decimalized their currency, making it easier to remember.
This also reminds me stading in line at the post office in Budapest several months ago, and there were certain things in a display. One was a collection of Hungarian coins, in a nice cardboard (!) display case. It contained one of each of the HUF 200, 100, 50, 20, 10 and 5 coins. It was sold for HUF 9000. Yes, you read it right. Quite ridiculous, if you ask me.
This weekend is the final of the Hungarian Eurovision Song Contest pre-selection show, called A Dal (The Song). Each of the 30 contestants who were selected for the quarter-finals made a promise to do something special in case they make the final. A capella group Fool Moon were to sing their song only wearing a sock. So they did. And you should watch this video, I promise it's totally safe for work. Or for kids who have parents with a sense of humour.
I baked this weekend. One of our shared favourites with Kevin is ministure powder donuts. While I don't have a miniature donut tin, I do have access to a miniature muffin tin, so I made donut holes. They were exceedingly yummy, and gone in like three seconds. We were assisted in devouring them by two teenage boys who have been friends with my kids online and came over to meet at last.
I still can't get enough of the video in #1. I think I have a Purim costume idea now! Of course walking might not be tgat easy in them, but at least I'll know where the kids are. And if we are still talking A Dal, last year's Hungarian entry, Kedvesem by ByeAlex was performed in an unusual way last night (Saturday) at the final. I was dozing off throughout the evening, but I was glad to wake up for this!
I heard Netflix is making an expansion! Woohoo! I saw Hungary and Israel both on the potential lists! I also found a similar service for Hungary, which works fabulously at home using my Hungarian proxy. I am tempted to buy Apple TV and downgrade our cable package. I am currently re-watching The Borgias because I love to love history's bad guys… Especially if they were turned into bad guys by their enemies without too much foundation. I quite like Richard III as well, and reall enjoyed the documentary on him… On Netflix.
In May my son Patrik is turning 13. He will be a bar mitzva, and he and his sisters who have turned 12 this past year will have a combined party (kids' choice: this way they get a bigger party, at a nice place, catered, fun… So they are smart). I asked what he wanted as his birthday and bar mitzvah present, expecting the usual cash or electronics. He said Yotam Ottolenghi's cookbook Plenty: Vibrant Recipes from London's Ottolenghi. Yes, the very same one Piper and whatever the name of the guy played by Jason Biggs in Orange is the New Black have in their kitchen. I might not be able to wait till his birthday to get it, to be honest. Actually… If you are on your tablet, Patrik, make sure to synchronize your Kindle library.