Sunday, March 4th

Days fly bye and very little is accomplished. I have started what amounts to almost a normal routine ie getting up early, busy all day - doing what??? - and fairly late to bed.

My idea of getting rich has not got off the ground yet. Since I have yet to get back into my work, that comes as no surprise. I think I need to splurge on someone who is a marketing and computer genius. I have never hired anyone and have no idea how to go about doing it - from the advertising of the job, to the interview and choosing. Then, how does one pay people? It is all so daunting.

Yesterday, Reuven and I went off to look for balatot (tiles) to match our existing floor. We don't have enough to cover a potential bald patch if we ever get around to removing a small wall that I hate in my bedroom. We schlepped all over Pompano Beach, which is, apparrently The tile place of South Florida. Every strip mall has at least 6 floor covering and bathroom shops and there are huge parks devoted entirely to the variations of what you would put under your feet and carpets. Since we did our floor about 11 years ago, we were laughed out of almost every place we went to. "But you might get lucky" was the continual refrain. Clearly, Reuven has not spent enough time with salesmen, as he seemed to believe this wishful thinking. Eventually, after hours and hours, I had had enough and insisted we move on. When we got home, a desperately inspired Reuven found part of a box, no more than a tiny strip, from the original tiles. It was enough! Within 2 minutes I had found the tiles on the internet.

Last night, I wore my wig for the first time. It definately looks different when I pull it on, to how the lady in the wig-shop arranged it, but there was no time and no alternative as it turns out that finding suitable shmattes is not so easy. They do not make square, scarves any longer. We were late. So, we rushed off to the Cheesecake Factory at Sawgrass, where we had arranged to meet friends for dinner.
I was embarrassed by the oohs and aahs. What does this say about the way I normally look? Do they realise that this is a cheap, synthetic wig and if that makes me look so much better, exactly how bad is it better from?

Guy is home for his spring break. Clearly disgusted with me for telling him not to stick any posters on his walls. I hope to go out with him for dinner soon as he arrived very late Friday night after I'd fallen asleep. We had a little chat, but since then, I've not had a good chance to talk to my boy. Actually, I'd rather just give him a huge squeeze sometimes.

Does anyone know how to and how to explain how to, download 'photos from an iphone to a computer? A specific place in a computer? I want to download RR's 'photos, some of which I will add to the blog. Since Lee refuses to cooperate, I am now typing the blog directly onto the computer. Will she soften? I think I am to remain punished for eternity.