While Mousie continues to do well, the other three are all sick. I took Nesicha Stubby Tail in yesterday to get her vaccine but she is coming down with an upper respiratory and was running a fever. She got a shot of antibiotics but not the vaccine. Now, I’m trying to get the pills into her via hiding them in her food but without much success. Now Batya appears to have an abscessing tooth. For the last couple of days she’s not been trying to frantically and deviously get at Mischa’s wet food. Then today she started growling and pawing at her face when she bit into one of the hard kibbles. She ran around the apartment and went into major drool mode. It has happened every time she’s tried to eat today. On Sunday I’m going to have to try to get her in to the vet.
I put a bag of white kidney beans to soak last night. This morning early I went out to the garden to start some oregano (so far, none of the seeds out of that packet have grown at all –we are talking last year –so we’ll see) and parsley. I was happy to see some of the radishes were sprouting. Then I cut some celery stalks and a huge bunch of collard green leaves. I’ve got them soaking in salt water now.
In a few minutes I’m going to chop up and saute a couple of the store bought onions plus the garden celery and then get the beans to boiling with them. I’ll do another rinse of the greens and then chop and add them in and allow it all to simmer, with spices and fake chicken soup powder, for eight hours. Tonight I should have some nice bean soup!
Following getting his rabies vaccine just before his 16 real and adopted siblings were taken on the great cat transport to Texas, the Mousie’s immune system was really slammed and the steroid shots were giving him less than two weeks of relief with his severe stomatitis (inflamed gums and throat lining). He got so skinny that every vertebrae on his back was visible and his hip bones jutted up in a very scary way. I was really thinking that it might be time…BUT in the last few weeks he has been rallying.
Running my hand over his soft fur just a bit ago, I could not feel any of his vertebrae jutting up. His sides have lost that concave look. He is much plumper (still skinny but way better) and much perkier. He was running about playing this morning, attacking the shoe he stumbled over (my bad having kicked them off in the middle of the floor instead of just inside the door).
Now if I can just get poor old Mischa more on the mend.
I want to wish everyone a happy Passover who celebrates it. I know folks in the U.S. will be sitting down to their first seder table soon. I’ve just had a really nice seder (we only do one here because there is no next year in Jerusalem but every year here and so we can be sure we are celebrating the holiday on the right day).
It was the shortest seder I’ve ever had but also one of the most fun: with four little ones (and the nearly two year old twins did not go down for a nap today) under the age of 6, it was high hilarity. We managed to get in the four questions with the oldest, a couple of songs, scarfed the matzah and maror and charoset but the adults had to skip the egg this year as the little ones discovered the bowl of boiled eggs and scarfed every one well before we got to the four questions. We did a rapid dipping in the wine and huzzah ok kids, let’s eat! Find the affikomen! And then we played with the kids until we were ready for bed even if the kids were still on high active mode, heh.
I’m having dinner with them again tomorrow and going to the beach with the kids on Wednesday. Gotta love holidays.
It is rather depressing. Actually, it is really, really depressing. If they would have come down on their price by another $1,000 I would have my farm. It was a perfect location because it was actually inside a city rather than being rural, had water, (city sewage!), and electric wired to the property and it already had a lot of the out-buildings and fenced areas I’m going to need, as well as the minimum amount of land. Unfortunately, the house had such gerry-rigged wiring that the electric company is turning off the lights and refusing to turn them back on until the house is completely re-wired. That will cost at least $800 and more likely $1,000 from the estimates and that is $1,000 too much for me.
I’m still thinking maybe I should say the hell with electricity in the standard sense for right now and instead get a used portable generator (they go for between $250-$350) to power basic light (one or two bulbs), small fridge, and charging cell phone and lap top. I don’t really need more electricity than that (having an internet connection at the house would be nice but probably not on the menu if I find a place in a rural setting at any rate — finding a place with water, septic, electricity ready to connect and any sort of dwelling already in place is probably not going to be on the menu).
I’m looking at a couple of rural places now that are possibilities: 1-2 acres for between 18-25k but they all have no dwellings and the saved 13-18k would all have to go to getting water lines run to the property, electricity run to the property, a septic system installed, all the outbuildings built —and still no house of any sort.
John Podhoretz hits it exactly right:
John Kerry, our secretary of state, is very angry with Israel. “Poof,” he said on Tuesday — describing how Israel destroyed his “peace process” the other week. Just like that.
The first thing to say is that if a peace process can go “poof,” it can’t have been much of a peace process. Any serious discussion in which two parties are motivated to reach a negotiated arrangement wouldn’t be susceptible to going up in smoke all at once.
That would indicate it never had any form or substance to begin with.
And how on earth was it Israel who made Kerry’s fantasy deal go “poof”? After all, it sure looked like the key moment that tossed Kerry’s “peace process” onto the dungheap of history was last week’s Palestinian decision to seek membership as a sovereign country in international organizations — a move that’s always been universally seen as complete rejection of negotiating a “two-state solution.”
Not according to Kerry, who apparently sees it as a justifiable response by the Palestinians to unconscionable Israeli actions.
In Kerry’s telling, the first death blow came when the Israeli government refused to release 26 murderous terrorists from its jails.
He neglected to mention, of course, that Israel had already freed 78 terrorists as part of the Kerry “peace process” — including a vicious monster who bashed in a 72-year-old Holocaust survivor’s head and is now living on a $100,000 stipend from the Palestinian Authority.
The decision to let that foul piece of human garbage and his fellow slaughterers of innocents go free created nothing less than a moral and existential panic inside Israel last year, but the Netanyahu government went ahead with it anyway as a good-will gesture toward Kerry.
No matter, in the eyes of our secretary of state. That all happened last summer. What have you done for me lately, Bibi?
Well, here’s something Bibi did for him lately. According to the Israeli government, it halted the release specifically because it wanted the peace talks to continue — it wanted the Palestinians to guarantee they would extend discussions past the April 30 deadline, since it was clear that no agreement would be reached by then.
The Palestinian side refused to do so, a clear sign that it was only remaining as a party to the talks to get those last 26 killers out of jail before it bolted — probably saying whatever the Arabic equivalent of “so long, suckers” would be.
According to Kerry, the second Israeli offense was to announce new permits for apartment construction in a neighborhood called Gilo.
Here’s how he put it: “The prisoners were not released by Israel on the day they were supposed to be released and then another day passed and another day — and then 700 units were approved in Jerusalem and then poof.”
Note how Kerry unconsciously gave the game away here. He said the “units” approved were in “Jerusalem.” Not on the “West Bank.” Not in the “occupied territories.”
In Jerusalem. Israel’s capital.
Let me tell you about Gilo. It’s an area every single remotely sane person on earth knows would remain a part of Israel under any true peace deal with the Palestinians.
When I say everybody, I mean everybody. John Kerry knows Gilo will be part of Israel. Palestinian President Mahmoud Abbas knows Gilo will be part of Israel. The only way Gilo won’t remain part of Israel is if Israel ceases to exist. Which may be the point.
There is no visible boundary between Gilo and Jerusalem. Gilo is the southwestern tip of Jerusalem. It’s 10 miles closer to Jerusalem’s center than Co-op City is to Times Square — or almost exactly the distance from Park Slope to Wall Street.
Unquestionably, the approval of the apartment permits was provocative (in the bizarre context of these talks, anyway), although Israel has never agreed to any limit to its right to build anywhere in Jerusalem.
But if the negotiations had been serious, if the Palestinians were really looking at them as though they could lead to a final agreement on the contours of a state, Abbas and his team wouldn’t have let the talks go “poof” over the new permits.
These talks mean nothing to them; they’ve done nothing to advance negotiations in all these months. They’ve moved on nothing, agreed to nothing, made no goodwill gestures toward Israel or the United States.
And Kerry? He’s basically fine with this. He’s full of understanding. He understands it would be difficult for Mahmoud Abbas to acknowledge Israel as a “Jewish state,” so he doesn’t act as though Abbas’s refusal to do so says anything about Abbas’ viability as a negotiating partner.
Abbas’ recalcitrance should’ve told John Kerry everything he needed to know.
But Kerry doesn’t want to know. What he wants is a Nobel Peace Prize he’s never going to get.
That’s why he started this ludicrous process in the first place — to secure himself a consolation trophy after his humiliating defeat at the hands of George W. Bush in the 2004 presidential race.
Now, here is John Kerry’s monument: By whoring after a deal he couldn’t get to satisfy his own wounded pride and fulfill his own vainglorious wants, he has been exposed for all to see as a deceitful, pompous, self-righteous and vindictive fool — not to mention a world-historical two-time loser.