Yesterday, my friend Avi D, from Israel 'phoned and told me about a video that he and a few others of my old gang made. Here is the link.
I have some great 'photos to add to my blog, but still don't know how. I'll eventually get them up.
Sunday, March 4, 2012
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.
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.
From Last week:
Written during late February:
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Blame it all on Lee: The reason I'm not caught up on my blog. Beloved daughter got enthralled by a book that could only be read on my iPad. So, my pink beauty (we have a pink rubber cover to protect this marvel of technology. It is the first pink anything I can think of owning. Am I getting girly now that I'm about to loose my breasts?). Anyway, back to forking out blame illogically: it was Her.
I have no idea how much I wrote about last week. It was a Big Bang week, which means " the big chemo". Actually, it went better because I took enough meds to get through the nausea issue unscathed. Still tired/lazy enough to spend Thurs and Friday in bed. Poor Nancy. The highlight of her day was taking Jimmi Hendrix for a walk. Needless to say, she met more people in the space of a few days than I have in 12 years of living here.
Friday night:
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We had friends from Miami for supper, Adam came home about midnight and Nancy left at 4am. I hate goodbyes, so will not dwell on that.
I have the most hilarious mail from Myra (aunty, for those not in the know).
First, a large envelope arrived address in her beautiful hand printing to:
Master Jimmi Hendrix. A few days later, a large parcel with a bright pink bell inside. In case anyone I know is pleb enough not to realise that one rings the bell for service - possibly a South African thing of the past, but I am sure still practiced in fancier realms than the one I have inhabited since leaving childhood. Reuven, this is a joke.
Reuven is highly insulted because I made a comment about his nutritional expertise / interest. I hope everyone realises that my fingers write this blog and it has nothing to do with thoughts or my brain, which is quite empty anyway.
I am thoroughly enjoying wearing a doek / shmatte on my head. I always wanted to wear a scarf head covering, but it has so many associations at least and would give the appearance of an inappropriate attitude. But now, I can indulge my whims. I don't know whether the wig will ever get off it's stand.
Did part o the Silva course on Sat and Sunday. I am a firm believer in it'sefficacy. Anyone who wants to know about it can ask me, but I won't bore any other potential readers of my blog.
That is a surprise in itself ie that there is anyone out there ready and willing to type in brendaginsberg.blogspot.com Wow!!! It's a lot of letters. Thank you.
There is a virus / tummy bug going around. If anyone is nauseous, it ain't from what you ate, nor your birth-controle pills. Take Imodium if it gets bad and avoid milk products for a day or so. I have a question: when they say "dairy", do they mean milk products only or, eggs too??
Had a lovely walk in the Japanese Morikami Gardens with my cousin, Melany, who is visiting her parents in Palm Beach. The wearther was perfect considering that this is Florida. The paths are sensibly and subtly laid out with lots of shade, so that you don't faint as soon as you leave the a/c. Magnificent bonsai trees - most interestingly displayed with little plaques telling you who the artist-gardner was who created them, and, in what year. So, while they are tiny trees, they might be over 40 years old. Ther is a also a restaurant at the museum which serves beautifully presented, delicious food. Japanese-sized portions, which might be good for 99% of people, but not the large of appetite and definately not when on steroids.
For my sins, I have begun my accounting - the ultimate bane of my life. Perhaps, the idea is to be rich enough to have a full-time book-keeper. I will have to work on that.
I am going to watch a movie with a cup of ginger tea. Not chancing the dairy yet.
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Blame it all on Lee: The reason I'm not caught up on my blog. Beloved daughter got enthralled by a book that could only be read on my iPad. So, my pink beauty (we have a pink rubber cover to protect this marvel of technology. It is the first pink anything I can think of owning. Am I getting girly now that I'm about to loose my breasts?). Anyway, back to forking out blame illogically: it was Her.
I have no idea how much I wrote about last week. It was a Big Bang week, which means " the big chemo". Actually, it went better because I took enough meds to get through the nausea issue unscathed. Still tired/lazy enough to spend Thurs and Friday in bed. Poor Nancy. The highlight of her day was taking Jimmi Hendrix for a walk. Needless to say, she met more people in the space of a few days than I have in 12 years of living here.
Friday night:
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We had friends from Miami for supper, Adam came home about midnight and Nancy left at 4am. I hate goodbyes, so will not dwell on that.
I have the most hilarious mail from Myra (aunty, for those not in the know).
First, a large envelope arrived address in her beautiful hand printing to:
Master Jimmi Hendrix. A few days later, a large parcel with a bright pink bell inside. In case anyone I know is pleb enough not to realise that one rings the bell for service - possibly a South African thing of the past, but I am sure still practiced in fancier realms than the one I have inhabited since leaving childhood. Reuven, this is a joke.
Reuven is highly insulted because I made a comment about his nutritional expertise / interest. I hope everyone realises that my fingers write this blog and it has nothing to do with thoughts or my brain, which is quite empty anyway.
I am thoroughly enjoying wearing a doek / shmatte on my head. I always wanted to wear a scarf head covering, but it has so many associations at least and would give the appearance of an inappropriate attitude. But now, I can indulge my whims. I don't know whether the wig will ever get off it's stand.
Did part o the Silva course on Sat and Sunday. I am a firm believer in it'sefficacy. Anyone who wants to know about it can ask me, but I won't bore any other potential readers of my blog.
That is a surprise in itself ie that there is anyone out there ready and willing to type in brendaginsberg.blogspot.com Wow!!! It's a lot of letters. Thank you.
There is a virus / tummy bug going around. If anyone is nauseous, it ain't from what you ate, nor your birth-controle pills. Take Imodium if it gets bad and avoid milk products for a day or so. I have a question: when they say "dairy", do they mean milk products only or, eggs too??
Had a lovely walk in the Japanese Morikami Gardens with my cousin, Melany, who is visiting her parents in Palm Beach. The wearther was perfect considering that this is Florida. The paths are sensibly and subtly laid out with lots of shade, so that you don't faint as soon as you leave the a/c. Magnificent bonsai trees - most interestingly displayed with little plaques telling you who the artist-gardner was who created them, and, in what year. So, while they are tiny trees, they might be over 40 years old. Ther is a also a restaurant at the museum which serves beautifully presented, delicious food. Japanese-sized portions, which might be good for 99% of people, but not the large of appetite and definately not when on steroids.
For my sins, I have begun my accounting - the ultimate bane of my life. Perhaps, the idea is to be rich enough to have a full-time book-keeper. I will have to work on that.
I am going to watch a movie with a cup of ginger tea. Not chancing the dairy yet.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Monday I had my 2nd "big chemo". No 2 of 6. This time, forearmed was forewarned and I had all the drugs lined up for Thursday, which was my hell-day last time. So, besides being tired as a corpse, I got through quite well.
Nancy R, who is something of a saint, is staying with us this week. Jimmy, in true JH character, has sucked up to her and shadows her endlessly. Nancy is not fooled, but I am still jealous of my turncoat, traitorous dog, fair weather friend.
Most of my hair has shed - if that's of any interest to anyone. I showered this morning. It is most peculiar to wash hair that simply falls out in your hands. Dr B was right: I should have shaved it off and saved a huge mess, fuss and bother.
I am NOT getting the right nutrition. Problem is I am too tired to take controle of it and RR is too busy to be interested. Maybe this weekend we can go to Grandpas and get liver and onions (oh!!!).
Lee has beeN sick and have had to keep her at a long army's length. She should have stayed in bed, but ran back and forth to classes.
Hopefully, within a day or so, I'll get back some energy. There is so much to do.
I am willing to sit it out until I get well, but I have a lot of plans for afterwards.
Nancy R, who is something of a saint, is staying with us this week. Jimmy, in true JH character, has sucked up to her and shadows her endlessly. Nancy is not fooled, but I am still jealous of my turncoat, traitorous dog, fair weather friend.
Most of my hair has shed - if that's of any interest to anyone. I showered this morning. It is most peculiar to wash hair that simply falls out in your hands. Dr B was right: I should have shaved it off and saved a huge mess, fuss and bother.
I am NOT getting the right nutrition. Problem is I am too tired to take controle of it and RR is too busy to be interested. Maybe this weekend we can go to Grandpas and get liver and onions (oh!!!).
Lee has beeN sick and have had to keep her at a long army's length. She should have stayed in bed, but ran back and forth to classes.
Hopefully, within a day or so, I'll get back some energy. There is so much to do.
I am willing to sit it out until I get well, but I have a lot of plans for afterwards.
Monday, February 20, 2012
Monday February 20
Sitting in bed 6am before getting ready for the big chemo day. We had quite a busy weekend. it started quietly, with just RR & I home for supper and a little tv. It can be quite delicious to have the house to yourself. Saturday morning, Yamith, the shiputznik, arrived with helper and began work upstairs. They are scrupulously clean and neat. It's been taking them longer than expected because there was a lot of damage to the walls, which the meticulously fixed first. Etty came over and we went, with RR driving up to the Palm Beach Convention Center to see the show. The first thing I saw was a Holbeinesque set,like mine,but woth garnets and some dirty yellow stones, where mine has opals and diamonds and furthermore, comes in it's original box. I thought it would be great to buy another lovely set, but with an asking price of $50000.00. , I was forced to give up on it. In a way it's nice knowing that my pieces are T least comparable, and often better than what you see around. However, at a show like PBS, there are lots of outstanding pieces to drool overand they have prices ....eg an enamel brooch by Tiffany for $250000,00and we are not talking big diamonds here. Eveqn Ed bought nothing.
I guess the antiques mesmerized me and the adrenalin kept me going, but as we got to the last row, I was like a ballon that had it's air let out. In one swoosh, I was exhausted. I had to rest, not least because it was Israeli night. Hosts avi &Eliezra Kassuto a lot of people wished me well - no, pretty much everyone, but some got their clutches into me and started telling me all about their cancer. Why do they think I want to hear the details? The worst was someone explaining how you use a Penguin cap of dry ice fora few hours before chemo and it prevents your hair from falling out, Eventually, I told him "too lat!".
Yesterday morning, we went to Denny's for my steak and eggs breakfast. I forgot my pre-med pils and RR had to run home to fetch them. In my stress I took one instead of two and just hope it's not a problem. Val Jennings came over and gave us a marvelous yoga lesson. I fell wonderful doing it, but soon after, get tired - maybe it' digesting the steak and the fact that I often get tired I the afternoon, for many years,
Last night the Baraks and Barels came over and we put together a simple supper and tapped until both RR & I were exhausted. Also a customer and her husband came over and stayed talking to us for almost 2 hours. She is a lovely lady. I don't understand her mind regarding antiques, but we had a lot to talk about.
Now, it's time to get up and face the day.
I guess the antiques mesmerized me and the adrenalin kept me going, but as we got to the last row, I was like a ballon that had it's air let out. In one swoosh, I was exhausted. I had to rest, not least because it was Israeli night. Hosts avi &Eliezra Kassuto a lot of people wished me well - no, pretty much everyone, but some got their clutches into me and started telling me all about their cancer. Why do they think I want to hear the details? The worst was someone explaining how you use a Penguin cap of dry ice fora few hours before chemo and it prevents your hair from falling out, Eventually, I told him "too lat!".
Yesterday morning, we went to Denny's for my steak and eggs breakfast. I forgot my pre-med pils and RR had to run home to fetch them. In my stress I took one instead of two and just hope it's not a problem. Val Jennings came over and gave us a marvelous yoga lesson. I fell wonderful doing it, but soon after, get tired - maybe it' digesting the steak and the fact that I often get tired I the afternoon, for many years,
Last night the Baraks and Barels came over and we put together a simple supper and tapped until both RR & I were exhausted. Also a customer and her husband came over and stayed talking to us for almost 2 hours. She is a lovely lady. I don't understand her mind regarding antiques, but we had a lot to talk about.
Now, it's time to get up and face the day.
Today is somehow already Friday. Since yesterday my hair is really falling out. Despite the fact that you could stuff a sofa with what has wafted off my scalp, there seems to be tons more. So, it promises to be quite a long process. I am, as usual impatient & want to see how I look sans grey matting, and to play with scarves. The wig seems a bit false to me, but no doubt I'll get to it too.
Meanwhile, have got Yamith here to paint the boys' rooms - in fact the whole upstairs. Having had nothing but white my entire life, I've been shamed into getting color. After hours of deliberating, I' m going for blue. Guest bathroom yellow.
Meanwhile, have got Yamith here to paint the boys' rooms - in fact the whole upstairs. Having had nothing but white my entire life, I've been shamed into getting color. After hours of deliberating, I' m going for blue. Guest bathroom yellow.
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