It is pouring rain and pelting hail (with some lightning and thunder thrown in). I hope it stops before I have to make the half hour walk to the bus to work in a bit. I was happy for the rain on the garden’s behalf but yow, I’m hoping the hail storm doesn’t cream it.
I’m having severe eating issues with both Mousie and Mischa. They are both terribly hungry and terribly thin and neither will eat the canned wet food except to ravenously lick up the juices and once those are gone…neither are managing any solids, even of the wettest food variety. They have both been following me about crying for food literally everywhere I go.
So last night, as soon as the stores re-opened, I ran to my little neighbourhood bodega and bought the only kind of frozen chicken they had: A package of chicken wings. I defrosted them in the fridge overnight and have been boiling them on slow simmer since 7 a.m. My plan is to boil them nearly into oblivion so that I can get the meat off the bones and puree it into nothing more than a lickable liquid. And/or use the flavoured water to try to get more of the canned wet food down them. I’ve got 16 cans worth of opened cans, minus the juices, frozen in the freezer. (The outside cats have had a major and much enjoyed feast on a further 12 cans worth of pureed with various amounts of regular water, water with melted butter etc, added experiments).
I don’t know if this boiled chicken experiment will work to get my babies to eat but the smell of the boiling chicken is definitely driving them nuts. It smells great to them but will they be able to eat it? They’ve gone on an attention-getting rampage of increasing intensity as the cooking has progressed.
The really big cat tree, repaired numerous times, seriously loved by my cats –obviously was much wanted by others. It took me 4 hours to clean it up and take it apart into pieces that could be taken out to the curb and another hour to get all of that sucker down to ground level. Fifteen more minutes were needed to drag the 5′ foot tall base and then carry all the up and side add-ons out to the street. I went back upstairs and realized there was one more basket. I carried it down and discovered that the base, the upwards add-ons, and the sideward add-ons were…nowhere to be seen. Well, enjoy! My cats certainly did!
One of the things about making a major move is that from the time you’ve made the decision and set the time of the move you are only half in the here and half in that nebulous future place. I had way more students wanting to meet today about assignments, classes, and a good number for advice about their future plans and so I didn’t get out of work until much later than I was expecting. It put a nix on my afternoon plans. However, when I got home there was still a bit of sunlight left and so when I got home I decided to go out and check out the extremely neglected garden. I was quite surprised.
First, I was surprised at the rampant amount of weeds — weeds, weeds everywhere! Second, I was surprised by my gargantuan collard greens. These suckers look like they are trying to take over the earth and this is despite the fact that a couple of weeks ago I pulled off copious amounts of leaves from them (when they were just large) and made a good 5 side dishes for meals (boiled collard greens with melted butter and hot sauce can’t be beaten). Now, you’d never know I pulled a leaf and I’m definitely going to be sharing out the collard green collection. I’ll take some pictures of them this weekend. The two parsley plants and the oregano are also huge, I’ve a forest of green onions and …some of the aubergine (eggplants) are in full bloom. I’ve lost entirely 3 of the eggplant plants and almost all of the peppers (both sweet and hot). That one really cold freeze did them in. I spent about half an hour pulling out weeds by the fistful and got a lot cleared but still have much to do in the weeding department.
All the time I was weeding and checking this and that, however, I couldn’t keep my mind from straying to next year’s garden — a garden that won’t be here. I don’t yet know where exactly it will be (somewhere in central Texas) and the stress of not knowing where I and the cats will hang my hat and they’ll shed their fur is considerable. I’m planning (hoping, praying) to find a good parcel of land where I can not only set up the permanent animal sanctuary and not only grow the bulk of my own food but to start an organic herb, heirloom fruit and vegetable, and not-your-average-garden-variety landscape plant mini-farm. So as I was pulling weeds I was thinking about compost, building raised beds, and the logistics of growing pineapples (of all things).
Not there, where ever there will be, but not totally here either.
This morning early I had to run Little Mouse (Akhbar Kitan) back to the vet for an antibiotic shot because I can’t get the antibiotics down him orally with his painful mouth. My little neighbour children were just coming down the stairs on their way to gan (kindergarten/nursery school). Of course, they had to stop and check him out in his carrier and they thought he was really cute and they thought calling a cat a little mouse was terribly funny.
Then, the little five year old from next door looked up at her mother with a very serious expression on her face and said, “Ema, why do terrorists yell Our God is a Mouse! before they attack people?” We adults looked at her blankly for a second and then we all lost it. Her father tried to explain the pronunciation difference between Akbar and Akhbar but she couldn’t hear it (and neither could I but the fact that he kept going off into gasping peals of laughter didn’t help). Finally her mother settled on as good an explanation as any for a five year old, I suppose: Terrorists are crazy. Maybe they think G-d is a mouse or maybe they are very afraid of mice and, because they are crazy, think the people are giant mice and are pointing them out to their God.” That seemed to make sense to her. I may never be able to look at my cat again without remembering this and laughing.
The court thing was…a disaster. I have to get all documents to be submitted into evidence translated into Hebrew within 30 days and then get a translator who is not a lawyer (indeed, lawyers are forbidden to serve as translators in civil court) but who can understand the legalese and present a totally hebrew fluent-accurate-fast presentation and responses from me at a re-do at the end of May. I’ll write more about the court experience on Friday but let me tell you, the translations I was getting from the really sweet guy (waiting for his own civil suit to be heard) who volunteered to try to help with translation of the rapid-fire proceedings when I was standing there like a deer in the headlights with no idea of what was going on — well, the real estate lady is spinning an utter fantasy of what occurred.
I went to my bank and my extremely sweet and helpful bank assistant printed out the 7 months of banking activity I needed and combed through it trying to identify checks that might have been made to either the lawyer or the crazy criminal real estate people or their agent on the lam. Unfortunately, the statements only list the day and the amount of the check cashed and she has to order copies of the pictures of the cashed checks. That is going to take two weeks, even with the rush order she put on it. She gave me a statement to present to the court noting that copies of the suspect checks have been ordered by the bank but have not yet arrived. She also sent a copy of my statements to my email so that I can print them out tomorrow at work and go through them again. If I see anything else that she might have missed, she will make sure they are ordered at no extra charge. I have been so lucky to have really wonderful and caring bank assistants assigned to me, and she is by far my favourite.
Tomorrow is going to be a day from hell. I teach from 8:30 until 6:30 but have a moed bet exam to proctor that starts at 5:30 until 10:30 and have to figure out some sort of video to insert in the lecture so that I can dash out to answer questions of the kids taking the exam.
I was really surprised to find the amount of money in my account and then realized that food, litter etc just for 3 inside cats and the handful of outside cat (including Shachorla) is massively cheaper than when it was 20 plus the outside cats and is already making a bubble in my bank account. Of course, I’m still paying for the 16 missing on the other end but it made my monthly salary just in seem like “wow.”
Tomorrow is going to be a whirlwind of activity for me (more so than most of my days). I have a court appearance on Wednesday in the small claims court and have a massive amount of stuff to do to prepare for it. For those not up to speed, I am being sued by the crazy and criminal real estate people from nearly 7 years ago.
I have two things to be extremely thankful for: The first is Ronen who is not only the world’s best vet but the world’s best friend (he even wanted to call in another vet and pay them to take his shift so that he could come to court with me but I wouldn’t let him). He has consulted two different lawyers he knows for me and has given me the skinny on exactly what I need to do to prepare for the court appearance. The second thing I am thankful for is that I blog my life. The blog posts that I made about the crazy real estate people back in 2007, at the time everything was happening, can be entered into evidence on my behalf in what is essentially a she-said-she-said case.
I don’t need a lawyer. Since it is small claims, lawyers aren’t used and so I will be representing myself. It would be best, however, if I can find the lawyer I retained back then and get all the paperwork he accumulated on my behalf from him. I am going this evening, again, to my very first landlady’s daughter’s apartment in the hopes that she will be home so that I can get the name of the lawyer. However, if she is not home (she may not even be in the country any longer), then I should be able to get his name from my bank tomorrow because I wrote the legal beagle a check for his services! Yes, his name will be on the record of the cashed check (thank you Ronen for reminding me of this!!). Then I’ve got to hopefully track him down and get that paper trail.
My side of the story, with my supporting blog posts, however, may be sufficient. At the worst, I will have to pay them another nearly $1,000 U.S. At the best, I won’t have to pay the crazy criminals anything and I will be able to re-coop the 1,000 NIS I paid in cash to their agent.