As soon as I post this I will be putting the cats in their carriers, the computer in the backpack, doing the final mop, and putting on my travel clothes over my sweaty body. I should have bought 2 of the drain outs. I used the entire bottle, tried the homeopathic remedy–and it drains but it takes about 2 hours to drain for a really little amount of water.
Wow my neighbour just came by with one of the twins to say a final goodbye and I got her to help me get the cats in their carriers. The guy should be here in 15 min so I need to change, and do the final mop. Will check back in when I am in…Newark.
Bedroom done, Tovi’s room done, kitchen nearly done (as soon as the drawers I washed have dried and get put back), small machsan done (that was a bitch) toilet room done, hallway done. I still have the 6 big windows, to carry down a few more things that got left in the porch (machsan 2), the bathroom, the living room floor, to take all the trash down and to organize the cleaning supplies.
If I get done by midnight, I will take a shower, feed the cats their final pre-travel meal, charge the battery on the tablet, get all the bags close to the door, do a final check, empty the litter, trap the cats and walla. I’ve got to run up to the vad as soon as it is officially motze shabbat to pay the final 75 sheks.
The rooms I’ve cleaned are clean enough that you could eat off the floor, if you didn’t mind a bit of soap residue. The windows are so streakless that it doesn’t look like there is glass in them.
I’m still in a state of shock. I still can’t comprehend that I’ll be locking the door and heading to the airport in like 12 hours.
I was up cleaning until about 2:45 last night. I’m going to need to re-clean some of the things I did because the light in my apartment is not great and I can see where I missed spots on the big kitchen window and on the top cabinet fronts.
I think all my stuff is going to fit into the suitcases and my carry-ons. Yeah plural, I’m hoping they will let me claim that one of the heavy-duty cloth shopping bags –the one I got from Noa in Australia 🙂 –is my purse. My real purse will be inside that ‘purse.’ I’m carrying a backpack within a backpack as well.
I’m putting the LLBean backpack that I got in my first year of college and that is still going strong (yeah, this was back when LLBean still had that last forever quality before they partnered with Sears) inside the bigger backpack I bought in the emergency situation when I had to bring baby Batya back from where I rescued her just outside of Ben-Gurion University down in Beer Sheva. Seems kind of fitting since I’m now bringing her to the States on the same planes. In the LLBean bag will be all the things I may want to use on the flights — the tablet, ipod, external drives with audio books and ebooks, my book of Tehillim (Psalms) so I don’t miss my daily reading, current hebrew diary, pen, paper and cat papers. When I get onboard I can then pull that bag out and store the bigger one in the overhead. The bigger one will have my computer, my external backup drives and other tech crud that I’ll need in the next year stuffed into it as well as the cat food packets –I won’t need those until the 20-hour layover.
I set out the outfit I’m wearing on the plane — non-matching running shoes (they are brown and orange but it is either wear them or leave them because they won’t fit in the suitcase if I wear the more squishable ‘nice’ crocs), an ankle-length deep purple skirt, a guffiah (tank top), a long-sleeved plum coloured shirt, and a sage green short sleeved t-shirt over it. Yeah my standard religious girl attire but also very convenient because not a single thing more can fit in the suitcases.
I brought three big bags of food over to my holocaust survivor this morning — she’s now got more cans of chickpeas, tuna, tomato paste, peas, peas and carrots, corn, pickles, olives, pickled hot peppers, and various boxes of teas than she can probably use in three months. I can’t help her out with fresh-grown produce this year but I’ve set her up in canned.
Now I’ve got to get back to the massive amount of cleaning I still need to do. I’ve left my bathing suit out in the hopes that I might be able to go to the beach for the first and last time tomorrow at motze shabbat.
I got the microwave down before 8 this morning. I’ve walked at least four miles today. Went to the airport and got the kitty papers good to go. Went from there to Tel Aviv on the train, got my bus card fixed when I got off the train and then used it to take a bus to the pet store Ronen told me about. I got a bowl that will hopefully sort of work for Nesicha’s cage. They had a bigger flexible carrier than the one I was bringing back to Ronen but I wasn’t sure if it fit the specification. So I went to Ronen’s clinic, visited with Nesicha for a few minutes (she tried to attack me through the cage, not a happy little cat at all), arranged to get the small hard carrier I gave to Sharon back then thought better of it and checked the web for the specifications for a hard carrier — dude only 19 cm tall? (7.5 inches). There are no hard carriers that are only 19 cm tall. Soft carriers can be 28 cm tall.
I ran to a hardware store and bought a measuring tape. Ran back to the pet store and measured the bigger soft carrier (it is still going to be hell to get Mischa in there as it is like a long, high, tube but only 5 inches wide). I measured it in all directions and it fits the specifications. Bought it. Back to Ronen’s to tell Sharon nevermind, you can keep the carrier.
I walked from there to teh bus stop on Arlozorov going into every grocery on the way looking for our equivalent of liquid plumber. Could not find it but I did finally find one of those things you drop into the tank of the toilet and it makes the water blue (good stain hider). Got off one bus stop sooner than my usual one, went up the hill to my last hope grocery and walla, liquid plumber (drain out here). Someone is coming to view the apartment at 8:30 this evening.
I’ve got to get the toaster oven down and then pretty much everything else that is lingering in the kitchen and start cleaning the cabinets inside and out. Have to call and cancel phone etc as soon as my battery re-charges. My personal batteries need to recharge a bit too.
Update: I’ve got to call and cancel phone, internet etc once I’m in the States. Bezeq Leumi’s cancellation office conveniently closes at 3 on Thursdays and won’t be available until Sunday again –and you can’t cancel for day x in advance, if you cancel they cut you off instantly. Same with the phone and I will need the phone to call Ronen at 5:30 on Sunday to make sure he is awake to get to the clinic and get the psycho kitty in her carrier and in the event that Avi isn’t here on time/forgot/can’t find the address etc. So it will expensive as all get out but I’ll have to listen to musak on international rates to cancel all this crap.
It started off badly when it took nearly 5 hours to get Nesicha into the carrier to bring in to board at Ronen’s. My plan had been to drop her off, get the carrier for Mischa, the paperwork, run to the pet store to get the bowls, and then to my bank, getting back home in time to get a lot of stuff done before the painter arrives (at 5, so in a few minutes). But Ronen wasn’t there when I got there. He was expected any minute though. However, after waiting for 45 minutes I realized there was no way I could then get to my bank. So bank was off the list. I waited another half hour. I went and got lunch and came back. Finally at 3:30 he arrived and we got the paperwork done. The carrier for Mischa looked like it was going to be way too small. I bought it anyway thinking maybe I can get him in there — eh yeah maybe with a plunger. When I see the vet tomorrow morning at the airport at 10 I am going to have to see if the airlines have something that he can fit in and that can fit under the seat. Why the hell don’t people carry Sherpa bags here?!
By the time the paperwork was done, I didn’t have time to go to the pet store for the bowls and grabbed a cab because I didn’t think I’d make it back here in time with the bus. There was some huge pikkak and balagan with roadworks being done on two major streets and so when I was about 10 blocks from home I told the cab to pull over and that I was hoofing it from there. The ride was already nearly double what it usually is. I pretty much ran and got here 10 minutes before 5. Clearly didn’t get anything done on the apartment so far today. While the painter is painting I’ve got to work like a mad woman on the living room and kitchen — he’s going to have to start in the two bedrooms.
So an hour before this latest “I’ll believe it when I see it” ceasefire, a mortar attack killed an Israeli and seriously injured two more. The mayors of our southern communities are telling people who sought refuge in the center ‘don’t come back yet.’ I’m summing up my feelings about agreeing to this ceasefire with one succinct sentence: New elections and I’m voting either Liberman or Bennett’s parties. Bye bye Likud.
They finally got the washer, dryer and fridge out of the apartment. The fridge is in the apartment across the hall along with the dryer but the brother is taking the washer and it is still sitting in the hall — they went home to put their little ones to bed and are coming back. To make sure that they take the baker’s rack down when they come back, I drug it out into the hall too.
I also need the runway piece of floor it was sitting on to scooper the massive flood they caused when they disconnected the washer (how to people in other places live without drain holes in the floor when they mop? Seriously, it would have taken me hours without it). The water sprayed everywhere for about 15 minutes before they were able to get the knob to turn to cut off the flow to the disconnected washer spigot.
While they were moving stuff I managed to get the small living room window cleaned –eh mostly. My arm isn’t long enough to reach all the way to the far edge of the window glass on the outside. I got the trisim, screen, and window cleaned as best I could. If I can get the small toilet room window and walls and door clean and a few small items like the ricer cooker down then I’m going to call it a night. To be honest, I’m not sure I have the mojo even for that. I want to collapse.
This morning I met the landlord’s wife and we switched the arnona into their name and I paid the final month’s rent. She is coming on Thursday to get the water and electric readings so we can cancel my automatic payments and get the utilities into their names. I got the refrigerator and freezer cleaned out (felt like a criminal throwing an entire trashbag of food out) and the fridge completely cleaned inside and out. I got the water drained out of the washing machine (major balagan on the floor with the flood). I talked with the storage people and discovered that they will take a U.S. check if all the other transfer options fail. The U.S. government has gone insane and for some bizarro reason has forbidden credit unions to do international bank transfers.
I’m about to go bang on the neighbour’s door and find out when they are picking up the fridge, washer and dryer. Last night they said this afternoon but not when and the husband said he’d come by and let me know when he got home from work but he did not. All I know is that they damn well better get these things and get them out today.
I don’t know what to do next –windows in the living room? carry the microwave down? sort through the papers that the mover’s forgot to pack and see if I need to box and mail them? Argh.