Getting sorta settled, homesick as hell
I’ve been very busy and very jet-lagged since arrival. I’ve got the cats mostly settled. Mischa has been to the vet and has an appointment to see a cardiologist to find out what is up with his heart murmur and to see if he can possibly have his infected teeth removed (the heart murmur may indicate heart disease that would preclude his going under anesthesia) –some of them have the roots exposed and it is just very painful for him. He also has the first indications of kidney disease and, while it isn’t necessary to treat it now, it is something to watch. Nesicha is in a large cage in the room I’m sleeping in and both Mischa and Batya are on the loose in that room. As soon as I get Mischa sorted, Batya will have to go in to have her teeth removed.
I’m going to be signing up for some web development courses and that is exciting.
I’ve a ton to do to get my Ema’s yard in order. It is so humid here it just makes your eyes pop. At home it is hot, yes, and we complain about the humidity but dude with temps daily right at and over 100 F (nearly 38 C) and humidity so high you feel you are swimming through the air rather than walking, it makes August in Bnei Brak seem downright cool.
I’m trying a new diet where you basically cut out all carbs (the amount of carbs you can have is tiny, like a quarter of a bagele is your carb serving) because, as my Ema pointed out in the nicest way possible, I look like shit with the weight I’ve gained in the last year and a half to two years. The good thing about the diet is I have a lot more energy already — I’m not having such severe crashes after eating. I am having jetlag crash out.
Sitting at a cafe at the moment getting some work stuff done and blogging — we haven’t figured out how to get my computer connected to the wifi yet –password o password what the heck are ye. I did manage to fix my Ema’s tv/dvd/netflix –the poor woman hasn’t been able to use any of them since last February when the Israeli cats went on a rampage through her entertainment center and unplugged things and changed settings via the remotes sitting about.
I’ll blog more about politics and so forth tomorrow. I haven’t had the heart since discovering that Steven Sotloff was one of my students. It just never occurred to me that the Steve held by those murderous bastards was ‘my’ Steve, one of my kids. When I realized that, I nearly went to ground.