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 A heartfelt seasonal greeting from the depths of The Ick.  All five of us are suffering from the virus that seems to have blighted Lebanon this Christmas.  But we are so happy that we are all in the same country together this year.  Yes, our neighbors to the south are still flying their drones, making sure to start them last night--they literally came into my hearing range when the church bells started chiming for the midnight mass--and keep up their flight this day; but there is no war at the moment to keep our family apart.  

I hope you are all having a healthy, joyous day with those you care about. 
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 Hello, Internet friends.

Long time no interaction.  So long, I don't even know how to start a post.  Just writing about inanities feels like a waste of time, but laying out all the heavier stuff feels very unfair.  I know this is my blog and I can write what I want, but just unloading All The Stuff and then possibly (probably) disappearing for another few months seems a bit pointless and unfair.  All that means I have written and consecutively erased five openings to this entry.

Anyhow, let's just do the abbreviated version:

- The hyaluronic acid injection has finally made a difference in my day-to-day pain level in the arthritic knee.  While it is not perfect, I am much better. However, I still wake in the night from the pain and am feeling the effects of several months of broken sleep.  This, coupled with my allergies (also mostly better this year because of meds), has meant that I am often tired physically, but also mentally and emotionally.

- The fatigue is also likely in part due to walking alongside a friend whose daughter is dying of a brain tumor.  I don't pretend to be some super friend who is really there with her all the time and is carrying any kind of load other than being another mother with a child of the same age.  

- Our contract in Lebanon is about to enter its last year.  That, too, starts to take a toll because we are now entering "what's next?" waters and all the weighty decisions and discussions that always accompany this phase.  I am not complaining about this because it is the life we have chosen. This is just me recognizing patterns and accepting that this is the way it goes.  In some ways, I have already "started checking out," as one friend puts it.

- Ever since discovering pottery upon our return to Lebanon in February, I have thrown myself wholeheartedly into it.  I have loved all of it until getting things back from the glaze firings.  What should be a lovely, crowning, fulfilling moment has so far been one of serious disappointment.  All my hopes of beautiful pieces have not been realized as my ignorance about glazes and what they do has meant all my efforts have churned out tripe.   Our teacher is not big on the artsy side or experimenting, so her glazing instructions were very rudimentary.   I should have started with training wheels (i.e. one glaze at a time, simply applied) instead of trying for special effects.  But I had bigger ambitions (Drat you, Pinterest!)!  *sigh* So disappointing. And expensive.  Pottery is definitely a more expensive and time-consuming hobby than oil painting.

- Oil painting. Haven't done much of it of late.  I might try to paint tomorrow.  J has been gone to France since the 10th and will be back on Saturday, so it might not be the best time to pull out paints.  I should clean instead. 😜




 
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 Hello, fellow bloggers.

Poking my head out of Internet obscurity to say we have been back in Lebanon for a week, come midnight.  Our last two months in France were chaotic, not only with the holidays and goodbyes, but because I was diagnosed with stage 3 (of 4) of osteoarthritis in my left knee.  Health ramble, feel free to skip )
I got out my paints and finished the two paintings I had started before leaving last summer.  Here is one of them:

Fishers on the Nile
Fishers on the Nile, watersoluble oils

On a brighter side, we came back to the storms and rain.  I really love the crazy winter weather here, especially when there is lots of thunder and lightning.  But it is nice when the sun shines, too, and you can get both in the same day. 😁
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* He came back to get some work done on the house, like installing a new shower stall.  Poor guy had no help from me because I was laid out on the couch. Thankfully, Farmer Boy was a huge help, and with Sprout chipping in, too, they were able to get it done.

**Things are calm here on the political and conflict fronts, so I am talking more about do the kids want to do activities, and if so, which ones, etc. etc.
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 ...has been nagging me for weeks.  And yet, as per my usual feelings, once I get the window open, I feel rather unmotivated and instead wander away, leaving the check-in for another day or month.

Our return to France went well overall (none of the Murphy's Law travel mishaps rated on the Absolutely Catastrophic Scale), as I mentioned.  One thing I didn't go into was finding a nest of 10-12 mice in a drawer when we arrived at midnight.  We dumped them out the front window, leaving the shredded debris of papers to be sorted later.  Happily for us, if not the mice, the mouse invasion came to a quick close with the demise of two adults the following day in strategically-placed traps.

I was happy to note that my allergies were much less debilitating than they were last summer, and after suffering a mere three weeks or so, I was feeling pretty normal.  Sadly, near the end of that J had to return to Lebanon for work, a whole 3 days early due to an error on the part of the travel agent which was, sadly, irremediable.

And the day he left, Ti'Loup started experiencing weird stomach pains, involving extended burps and bouts of nausea.  We are still running tests to find out what is wrong, for lo though we are three weeks on from the onset, he has yet to kick whatever it is.  He has an appt for an abdominal ultrasound on Monday.  I hope we'll get some answers.  At least the virus that all three kids came down with, beginning with Farmer Boy last Wednesday, has run its course, and they are all back to normal in that regard.  Dealing with feverish kids, who are delirious during the night hours, is no fun, let me tell you.

And in the midst of this all we have had our second year running of bats believing our house to be an ideal place to start a colony.  It began with me finding 4 momma bats and their babies stuck in our sink one morning.  That same day we found 15 more (14 adults and one baby) hanging in the living room drapes.  We have found way more bats in one go than last year, and there continues to be bats getting in--and tragically, babies being abandoned--but overall, I feel there is less death than last year.  I gave up keeping any kind of total, but I hope we are at the end of it for this year.  I hope to get someone to come install a net on our chimney pots to keep this from happening again next year, if indeed that is where they are getting in.  I can't think of any other places...

On the art front, I have been productive despite a slump in motivation and the typical artist angst of "What am I doing? Who do I think I am kidding?"  which are completely silly thoughts to have since all my endeavors are just for my pleasure and fun.  I am such a perfectionist (a ready-made excuse for failure if ever there was one) and have a supremely realistic view as to my lack of je ne sais quoi (call it "spark" or "genius") in terms of artistic skill.  This is a deadly combo when contentment with one's creations is at stake.  Still, I carry on, knowing that this too shall pass.  Been creating one way or another for long enough to know that for truth.

There.  I have posted something.  Hooray, for I consider that a good first step in overcoming the blah.

Post-script:  And a second step, ahem, would be to do some housework.  I feel so blah about housework that the lethargy is crippling.  But if only I could get everything in order, I would feel so much more relaxed.  Seeing as how we will be having guests very shortly, I really, really, really need to get on the ball with it.



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 I am having one of them.  Just to give you a couple of the highlights, without entering into all the personal minutia:

On Monday, we had a picnic with many of our friends at a local park, and one of the boys, an 8 year old, went missing.  He was playing down at the creek with one of my boys and some other kids, he decided to climb back up to the play area by himself.  And he failed to tell anyone a) that he was going to the creek with the other kids in the first place, b) that he was leaving the creek.  Without going into the topography, it is hard to explain what happened and how scary it was (a missing kid is ALWAYS scary!), but the boy got turned around somehow and fell into a steep ditch.  It took us over two hours to find him, and it was, in fact, the municipal police and a government search and rescue team that finally located him.  Needless to say, that evening I was completely wiped out.  It didn't help that my own son had not asked for permission to go play there.  We often play there--have even camped by the creek--so I wasn't afraid for him; it was the lack of communication that was upsetting.

Tuesday morning was kind of a blur; and the afternoon cleaning for friends to come over, then having those friends over, theh family football (soccer).  The evening was hassle with insurance (not me dealing with it personally) for the knee-surgery that J wanted to get done in his time off, but the insurance kept giving him the run-around.  He is now going to have to postpone it until this fall.

Wednesday started off like a day at the races with J wanting to have an intense (philosophical) conversation over breakfast before I was even fully awake, and I had to rush away from that to a friend's house so I could teach her to make bread, and then I had to rush from there without even having lunch to a prayer meeting that I was leading.  Once home at a little after three, I finally ate and then had to fix supper early for J to take on his night shift. 

I was looking forward to finally relaxing in the evening but was faced with...um, let's just summarize by calling it a plumbing problem.  It involved a brown eruption, blocked pipes, gloves, lots of disinfectant, two bottles of Drain-O type products, and good ol' manual (gloved!) labor to clear out.  Oh, and a garden hose. And a scoop.  Ahem. All that spilled over (excuse the pun) into Thursday, and we didn't even sit down to lunch until 2p.m. 

Is it any wonder I have a stress/fatigue-induced fever blister?  Since I am mentioning health, I will just say that I FINALLY got around to making an appointment with a dermatologist today about a persistent itch I have had on my back for the last two or so months.  I know I should have taken care of it early, but it is one of those things.... *sigh*

Annnnnnyhow.  All that to say, I WAS going to start posting about the art prompts my family and I are doing but just thought I needed to get the other stuff off my chest first. And now the ramble has gone on so long, I can't possibly put all that info here. I will copy over, piece-meal, the posts I have made about our "Artful Prompting" on the art forum because when my access runs out to the community, I will lose those posts forever.

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I have not been faithful about keeping this space up to date.  Too much going on and not good enough Internet coverage to make it worth the struggle.  In a nutshell, as you know, the year fell apart from its predicted end with the conflict between our neighbors to the south. 

I did go home to France with the kids, where I proceeded to get some gardening done between the rare bouts of combined wellness and dryness (it literally rained for weeks on end, and the viruses came thick and fast and circulated mercilessly between the four of us).  Going back home was not in vain; I now happily have six new asparagus plants, which will be just about ready to harvest when we leave Lebanon for good.  If we leave when planned. More on that in a minute. 

I also pruned almost all of my red raspberries; transplanted--with the kids' help--my golden raspberries; tip layered multiple shoots of my tayberries; transplanted thornless blackberries; and--again with the kids' help--got one of our strawberry beds thinned out, weeded, and covered in landscape fabric (not a favorite technique of mine, but let's face it, when you have a lot of land and don't live on a place year-round--and even when you do--you spend a LOT of time weeding if you don't use some serious suppression tools).  I planted some garlic cloves in the chicken run and also stuck a few hazelnut cuttings in the ground to see if any take.  Wild ones do when we use them as support posts in the garden, so there is no reason I shouldn't get some nice starts from this named cultivar.

My husband joined us on Dec 16th, and we spent Christmas with his mom and brother at our place (where we possibly got them sick; they are sick now, but was it our fault?).  I got a horrible ear infection and couldn't go down with J and the kids to see J's dad.  I have no more pain, but after three weeks and two courses of antibiotics, I still have mucus in my sinuses and a constant whine in my right ear. Thankfully I had no pain while flying back to Lebanon.

So, yes, we are back in Lebanon, despite there being no improvement in the situation, instead arguably a worsening.  But it is not frightening on a personal level. There is danger in the air, but we are not the target or near the areas/people that are.  And so we will remain here en famille until something changes.

In thinking about what I want out of 2024, I reflect on what did not go exactly as planned in 2023, namely fully participate in my painting course this fall.  I would like to just move on and paint my own stuff, but I feel I missed out on some fundamental concepts despite completing the exercises at a later date.   I can certainly be excused for my lack of focus.  While I have access to the course until next fall, I think I might be better served to retake the course now, on my own.  It won't be the same as doing it with all my fellow students, but I am still part of the community as I shared before.

My main objective is to "sit and seek" through January in terms of what I want of the year, especially on a spiritual level, but in terms of art, I am sure enough that I will re-take the painting class, then commit to one painting a week.  I also want to work on the illustration front and must think of beneficial objectives to move me forward there, too.

I would like to write, but at the moment, I am not at all in that headspace.  

My head is in a sort of limbo thanks to J's boss, who does not like anyone being here with their families.  J just applied for his 4th year, which would begin 29 Dec 2024, and we have heard a rumor that two requests for the 4th year were denied. There just happen to be two colleagues here with their families, J and one other.  We should have already found out if we were staying or not, but Not-Nice Boss decided to circumvent the normal chain of information, go behind everyone's back, and send his verdict straight to Paris.  It is a mess to explain, but suffice it to say, Not-Nice Boss didn't want to risk justifying his decisions (one person asked him to do so, and he was highly offended that he should have any kind of accountability to those beneath him. He Spoke. So Be It.  Great boss material, yeah?)

So, until we are certain of our stay, I don't know how to go about settling in to this (possibly) last year.  We had thought to visit the States (first time in over 9 years) at the beginning of summer, but if we move back to France this winter, that won't happen.

Enough rambling.  I hope your 2024 is off to a great start.  Despite the meh tone of this post, mine is fine; and it is nice to be back in our community of friends.

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 We are back in France as of midnight Monday, and the return has not been an immediate easing of stress and the haven of peace I craved.

- Arrival at the final airport  - very nice to be greeted by kind neighbors, but joy was dampened seeing our damaged luggage arrive. (Two suitcases completely unusable and the third highly unlikely to survive another trip);

- Immediately tried to start car upon reaching the house, only to find the battery dead. (Kind neighbor installed one of his the next morning, so I could do groceries, while charging ours, which was thankfully not completely out of commission forever);

- Unpacked and found J's very expensive Petromax lamp had been stolen from one of our suitcases.  (J kindly went through the efforts of filing the claims. Pessimistic Me thinks we will likely get zero in damages...);

- My French phone card was not waiting for me and was not delivered until Wed afternoon, and even after I got it, I couldn't activate it because without it, I don't have Internet. Had to wait until kind neighbors got home at 8p.m. to activate it with their Internet and finally let J know how we were doing;

- Found the house invaded by mice (they had even chewed a hole in a canister lid to get at some poison I had in reserve); even the bread I brought from Lebanon and had left in a sack on the counter had been gnawed the next morning.  Two traps caught two mice Tuesday night and one this morning.

- Our brand-new lawnmower refused to start for me on Wednesday, the only sunny day we have had so far (kind neighbor came by to help me with it today and even he struggled to get it going. But after lots of tries, it is finally running again);

- our other mower has a flat tire;

- The archway leading into our front yard has collapsed and will have to be rebuilt, pronto. I think my wisteria will survive, but I am not sure about the canes on the tayberry planted on the other side will give fruit this coming year;

- Yesterday our furnace (connected to our 10 radiators) sprang a leak.  Thankfully the plumber was able to come the same day (after telling me he couldn't make it until the next morning) and repaired it.  I spent copious amounts of time collecting the water draining all over our dry wood before help came;

- I have now been coughing and bone-weary for a solid month, as have the kids.  This makes me very short-tempered and not good company.  

On the bright side:

- I received my asparagus plants and got them in the ground;

- I pruned my raspberries;

- I transplanted some thornless blackberries;

- as my newly-turned 13-year-old-daughter said, "No one is likely to bomb us here, Mom."  Very bright side, indeed.
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We landed in Beirut late at night on the 28 of December last year, so we have officially been here one year.  My, how time flies.  Only three more years to go, four if J decides to take early retirement. 

Our kids are at Araya Pine Park this morning, a place friends took us to within a week of our arrival, so there are more echoes of a cycle completed.

I hope that we don't make "moving" a part of the anniversaries from here on out. :P

We now have most of the furniture in the new flat. We left space free in front of the windows and then sent a message to the landlady's son to say that we had done so to leave free access to the cleaning lady.  He replied, "Oh, I thought she was done.  I saw her doing the windows."  

Knowing that pictures speak louder than words, I went back over to the flat this morning and took some photos.  He wrote back that he has contacted a cleaning company to get a quote. :P

We shall see how things proceed, but if I can keep from cleaning the windows myself* or having to pay someone to do it, I will be very happy.

I am already going to have to do the kitchen sink**, baseboards, re-clean the floors, clean the kid's bathroom that she didn't do (because we put our stuff in the adjacent bedroom and locked the door), and clean out the built-in closets in our bedroom, which she failed to do.  Oh, and the terrace that runs the length of three sides of the house, plus the stairs down to the street...  And of course, I have to top-to-bottom clean the flat we are currently in.

 My body continues to flirt with "blah," and today, my headache is pretty bad (painkillers are in my immediate future).  The chest stuff remains only a tickle and an occasional cough.  The nebulizer and essential oils seem to be doing the trick of keeping the crud from fully forming.  Only three more days to go. 

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*Windows are never fun, but I will share photos, and you will see why these particular windows are Absolutely-Diametrically-Opposed-to-Fun.

** If we don't have plumbing issues from the amount of dirt, grit and filth the cleaning lady put into that sink, I am going to be very surprised.




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 We have begun moving things to the new flat. :D

One of the bedrooms has been cleaned and has a lock on the door, and we have our own set of keys now.

The landlady's cleaning lady is there and so far, I believe I am going to be doing some cleaning myself.  I saw her cleaning the front door, then went back an hour later and see that the door looks "like it has been cleaned" but not like "it is clean," if you understand the difference.  The baseboards in the living room will be another test.  She hasn't swept and mopped* in there yet, but something tells me, the smudges will stay on the walls and the baseboards will not be cleaned of their 10 years of dust.  We'll see.  She isn't my cleaning lady and I am not paying her, so I don't feel comfortable pointing out how things could be done better.  

A bit of bad news:  Someone tried to break into the apartment and forced one of the windows.  It is one of three** that doesn't have bars, so the owners are going to get some installed there.  I hate living with bars everywhere, but it is the price to pay for having a ground-floor flat.

A bit of I-hope-I-am-wrong news:  I feel like I am coming down with something.  I have had an itchy throat for two days and last night, I woke up coughing.  Today, I feel like I need to lie down because my energy just plummeted.  I have taken essential oils and am right now doing a round on the nebulizer*** in hopes of staving off whatever this is. 

Now is not the time to get sick.

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* All floors are either marble or tile.
** The other two have electric shutters, but the shutters weren't down.  However, those two windows are on the front of the building and anyone up to no good is more likely to be seen forcing an entry there.
*** which is why I have the time to type this up. :P
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If I were into self-humiliation (newsflash: I am not), I would show you a picture of my house.  How did it get into this state?  After seeing my messy art palette, you might deduce that I am just not a neat person, and you would not be far wrong (but artist palettes are not a good indicator of mess-prone personality).  I don't enjoy messiness; I just like doing things a lot more than I like cleaning them up.  And I live in a house of people with the same inclinations, inclinations which run even stronger in the "12 and Under" crowd.

Personal health waffle )

Anyhow, I list all of that to say:  No wonder I am tired.  I have not caught a break in the past month and a half.  I hope that our trip to Turkey is going to be somewhat relaxing, but who in their right mind thinks a trip to a foreign country, with a very foreign-to-us language, with three young kids in tow is going to be relaxing?  Especially after the explosion yesterday.  We shall do our best. 

The Lady with the Garden Flat said their architect was able to visit the flat and  the jobs we wanted done are not too difficult, but she wants to "discuss some details" with us.  No idea where she wants to go with that.  She is in France but traveling internationally this week, and we are traveling at week's end, so I don't know when we can arrange a call. But we are ready to get this thing finalized. I need a load off my mind. :P

Potpourri

10 Nov 2022 11:41 am
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- For lunch, J is making a tajine.  We don't have pre-made ras el hanout, so I mixed some myself from my well-stocked spice cabinet.  I could smell the spices as I crushed them in the mortar.  :D My sense of taste is also slowly coming back, and I hope I'll be able to enjoy the tajine in more than just an olfactory way.  Sprout and I made a cinnamon roll cake the other day, and all I could taste was the sugar, not a hint of cinnamon.  In other ick news, I am much better today, with only a stuffy head.

- I am once again faced with a problem with the cardigan regarding the size.  This time it involves the sleeve.  For my size, the pattern says I need to keep doing increases, making the top of the sleeve wider and wider.  I am fine with it being a bit roomier there so I can put it on over bulkier clothes, but it is getting--what seems to me to be--excessively large. Faced with the conundrum of following the pattern or making adjustments now only to find the join between sleeve and body is not nice, I have opted to lower the number of increases and risk ripping it out later if I have to.

- We are going to Turkey for Thanksgiving. :D  I didn't want to say anything certain until hotel and tickets were booked, but as of last night, that is taken care of.  Please don't laugh, but part of the reason we are going to Istanbul now is that we were invited to three different Thanksgiving meals and I didn't want two of the families to feel rejected.  :P So there you go.   It will be colder in Turkey than in Lebanon, and I hope we don't regret traveling in November.  

- I finished one of my chapters for TKB and so have completed part of my fiction goal.  Going to work on it some more now.

- I have been drawing from photos using the blind-contour technique, but I think I need to shift to more applied line-work to really nail down a character.  The days are ticking away until the character design workshop, and I am sure I am going to feel like a complete idjit at the beginning because of my lack of skills.  *deep breath*  That is OK.
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The other day, I finished up the main body of the cardigan.  That was the simplest part.  I then started on the first sleeve, and while there is nothing complicated in its construction, a) I am sick, b) it takes more attention to what you are doing because you need to keep track of rows according to your size option and specific repeats as you work in the round.

With the ick heavily upon me, I am not really enjoying the work and just want it over with.  Of course, setting it aside is an option (and a smart one if Brain Fuddle makes me make mistakes), but I would really like to get it done before we travel.

The other "meh" thing about it is that I know the cardigan will not look nice on me.  The color is just so wrong for my skin-tone.  If it were a prettier color (for me; the colorway in and of itself is lovely), it would bring me more joy to see it coming together.

That Smell

7 Nov 2022 10:54 am
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" Ooh ohh, that smell; can't you smell that smell?"  No, Ronnie, I can't smell that smell or anything else either.  Not because of anything listed in your fine song but because of that tiny crowned scourge that has so rocked the world these past couple of years.  

Today, I am feeling a bit better, not quite so tired.  However, thanks to dratted mosquitos, I was unable, yet again, to get a decent night's sleep.  I am coughing and have a sore throat, still having some fever flashes, but I don't have any difficulty breathing, etc.  Once, again, what sets this particular nasty apart for me is that I have lost taste and smell* (which came back after a week the first time and didn't disappear the second); and I feel a lot more tired than I would with a cold and a bit more than with flu.  Oh, and this time, I was feeling some pain in my ears.**

Once again, getting sick now is great timing since J is on holiday and our travel date is still two weeks out.

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* I can allllllmost taste and smell things again, which sounds weird to say, but yeah, everything is very, very faint, and the loss only set in last night.

** I am detailing all this stuff just for my memory because I tend to forget details with time.



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I spent yesterday in bed for the most of the day.  Whatever crud the kids had, I seem to have gotten, too.  Only fever is the only unifying factor in how we have all been affected.  Ti'Loup's was vomiting, Farmer Boy headache, and mine is mostly respiratory.  Another difference:  Theirs was a 24hr thing, and mine is still going on. :-/ So I am wiped out today, too, which is not helped by the fact that I couldn't sleep last night from discomfort, fever, etc.  


Our Internet is not working today (using my phone's data to post this), and of course the house is a mess.  This is Lebanon, so a tech *could* come by today even though it is Sunday.  Because the family is at church, I have to stir my weary, aching bones to straighten the house a bit.


The art I was talking about before is found below.  Forgive me for not expounding a lot.

This was an exercise suggested in this video to get different characters than one would normally draw:

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And this was just something from my mind:


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I tried to finish it up yesty while in the worst throes of ick, but I see things I need to fix when I feel better...if I want to bother. :P

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I have completed my first (and easiest) goal of making the 'zines for our Thanksgiving trip.  I drew a couple of characters with pencil (one from imagination and one from a photo). 

That was yesterday.

I also did a few other art things, which I continued to work on today, but I think it will be easier to show them--maybe tomorrow--than explain.

The majority of my day today was caring for sick kiddos and feeling a sore throat of my own setting in.  Ti'Loup has vomited three times today and has a fever, and Farmer Boy started with a headache and now has a fever.  Farmer Boy was supposed to go to a birthday party tomorrow (and I was going to play taxi for a couple of other invités and then stay around to paint off in the nature by myself), but I think we might have to cancel.

:-/

 I hope what ever this is moves on quickly and leaves us healthy for our trip and the holidays.

Still no word from the owners of the flat with a garden,


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...that living in this flat is a pain.  I don't want my blog just to be about negative sorts of things, which is why I haven't moaned regularly about life in this apartment, but since we are moving away at last (well, we will move away as soon as we find an alternative), I figure it is time to talk about why.

First off all, this discontent has been going on from the very beginning, starting with the water situation; and at the time, I pointed out some positives about why I did not want to throw in the towel just yet on this address, which you can read about here.

In no particular order, the some of the problems are:

=WATER=

After 7.5 months, we have yet to have a normal, "agreeable" shower in this place.  This is due to 4 5 6 reasons: 

1) the water temperature.  Either your water is hot, or it is cold. Warm does not exist. Tepid is out of the question.  Our water temperature gauge does not go above 99 degrees CELSIUS! so I cannot give an exact number for the scalding water that we have had to deal with before our landlord shielded some of the captor tubes; however, the water still regularly gets up to 72 C.  

2) it takes forever for the hot water to arrive, like 15-to-20-liters-of-water-down-the-drain forever. (Which also means we never have hot water for washing our dishes unless we want to boil it.  This could be its own separate point).  We obviously do not let the water just go to waste. We keep it in buckets/bottles for flushing, watering plants, rinsing off... But the landlord says, "Water isn't expensive! It doesn't matter!"  ARGH

3) We can't use the shower in our own bathroom because some genius left a huge gap between the shower lip and the door, so water floods the bathroom while you shower no matter how many towels or sponges you try to cram into the gap to sop it all up.  So after you shower you, you have to clean the floor...

4) AFTER you have squeegied all the water down the drain because the genius masons did not plan proper slope in the Italian-style showers, and so the drain is actually a tad HIGHER than the surrounding tile, meaning it will stagnate in the shower unless you scrape it all down the drain yourself.

5) The bathroom we are forced to use smells permanently of sewage because of the plumbing system.  I do not now how much cleaner I have poured down it, just trying to disguise the reek.

6) The water pressure has a mind of its own. For some reason, in the guest bathroom, we can no longer get more than a trickle out of the sink faucet, and in the shower, when you try to put only cold water, it does the same for several minutes before finally blasting out. 

For the sake of brevity, I will not go into the hoops that we had to jump through to get water to arrive at our flat on numerous occasions because of system failure (which in many instances was landlord failure to have gotten his system straight from the get-go), the many trips to the roof to try to figure it all out, the entire day I spent sweeping goop out of the reservoir...

=ARCHITECTURAL IDIOCY=

Aside from the aforementioned poor drainage in the shower, we have windows and doors that will not open all the way because of poor placement in regards to built-in furniture, radiators, ceiling cornices, and supporting beams.  There is also no apparent switch to turn on the light on the balcony... Even the landlord couldn't figure that one out.  He has never lived here.*  Just bought the place as an investment.  Also, in order to turn on the light in the dining room, you have to go upstairs because there is not a switch downstairs...where the dining room is.

=SERVICES/EXPECTATIONS IN ACCORDANCE WITH RENTAL PRICE=


This is one of the most expensive rentals we've ever lived in.  Because of that we actually expect some value for our payment, like a parking lot that isn't serving as a dump.  There is a literal dumpsite taking up a large part of the lot and a pile of sand/dirt that is now growing weeds and enough cat excrement to make one gag.

When we moved in, the elevator was working. Two days later, it stopped.  The landlord said that was too bad and if we wanted to use it, we would have to shell out the money. Um.  No.  Not OUR building.  

Also, we now have a new natour (concierge/building janitor), after 5 months of having no one, whom we pay who does NOT do his job and while the foyer occasionally looks clean, our stairs are never properly washed. 

The community lighting is never on in the building (we would be willing to pay) instead we have to walk into a completely dark building every night and use our phone flashlights to climb five flights of stairs that have no windows/skylights to aid us.  These lights do work, but NO ONE can tell us how to turn them on or where, but they were mysteriously in use when our never-there-next-door-neighbor wanted to move some stuff into his daughter's apartment on the floor below.  OK, we live with this, but it is a nightmare for our guests, especially little kids who are afraid to come to our house because of the lack of light.

There is double glazing on the big windows in the dining area, and one of the outer panes was busted** when we moved in. It is taped over; it is very ugly, but it is high up and not a window we can open, so we didn't make a fuss about it.  However, the latch on the window behind our bed was broken and condemned with masking tape.  Yes, masking tape.  Not even willing to put 10-20 bucks into fixing a latch for his tenants.  Remember all the heavy winter winds I spoke about?  Tape doesn't hold up, and the window constantly blew open.  Thankfully, J brought some vices from France that we have been able to use to hold it shut in a more permanent fashion. 

=LANDLORD'S DISHONESTY=

He has repeatedly made out that he had no idea about the water situation prior to our moving in.  We have spoken to the previous tenants--he had tried to make out that they left because they went back to Korea, which is not true--and they told us that he refused to fix the water for them, forcing them to boil their water for cleaning, etc.  Yet, he keeps bringing up to us his responsiveness and his goodwill in fixing all the problems, making it sound that everything is trying to thwart him.  We continue to hold this card, letting him tout his own goodness, blah, blah, blah.

He is trying to make  has made us pay for "breaking" his "new" washing machine.  Now, when you break something as a renter, it is normal that you should pay for it. However, in our experience and in that of other Lebanese people we have talked to, when it is an appliance that is in the flat that breaks down because of normal wear, it is up to the owner to fix it.  This is why we pay higher rent.  We did not break it; we used it.  And from day one it has made a weird noise, but being unfamiliar with the machine (and seeing that it was not new), I just shrugged and kept using it.

Turns out the bearings and spider (whatever that is) were totally broken and had been on the way out for some time. 

Seeing as our landlord was obviously going to interpret the contract in such a way that we are going to have to replace his appliances one by one as they fail to function, we told him we are leaving.  He was flabbergasted and said he would pay for the machine after all; he had only been upset before because it was "new."  When J called him on that, he said it was only 3 years old, then finally said "from 2016 but there were some moments when the flat was empty so it was practically new."  The repairman said it was definitely older than 10 years.

J told him we are not trying to bargain or get something from him, so thank you very much, we will pay for the machine ourselves but we are leaving because nothing in the contract says we can't.  However, we want to go on good terms.  The landlord went away sad, but he called back the next day and offered to pay for half of the repairs (remember he was going to pay for ALL of it before) but he wants us to stay until the end of the year marked out on our contract.

We paid for the machine ourselves, did not answer his message about staying, and have continued looking for a flat.  But now sickness has once again struck the family, slowing things down. We are paid up through September, so we have time, but like I mentioned, we are traveling to France for the last 3 weeks of September. I would have liked to have everything settled by then.  :-/

I think that is enough for now. *sigh*
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* This will be our advice to him when we give him back his keys:  Live in the place yourself for a couple of weeks so you can see how uncomfortable and annoying these things are to put up with.

** An amusing what-do-you-take-me-for aside:  The break was blamed on the port blast; but there is absolutely no way, I mean NO WAY, given the distance, direction, any possible ricocheting, etc. that a projectile from the blast could have hit that window.  It is kilometers and kilometers from the site, we are hundreds of meters higher above sea-level, and the building faces the wrong way.  Just own up and say it was broken, and you don't EVER plan on fixing it. 
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 After doing a great job meeting all my art goals, I had a rough beginning to this week, starting with a stomach bug and um, all that ensues.  This is exactly the sort of thing that comes along and totally knocks me off track when I set myself a certain goal.*  When one has work or school, say--some outside entity holding one responsible for work accomplished--it is easy (easier) to look at what needs to be done and get back to doing it.  I always lack that with my personal goals. 

Now that I am better, I am going to dust myself off and get back at it.  I think that "Ok, what did I miss and what do I need to make up?" has been missing from these derailing incidents in the past.  Not the looking at it and seeing what needs to be done,** but the attitude of "outside entity" and treating my projects with the same respect I would treat a friend's or employer's projects.


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* I have been doing stuff but not the stuff I said I would do, thereby assuaging any feelings of failure.  This might read like I am coming down hard on myself, but that is not what I am getting at.  I am trying to understand the psychology of how I drift away from doing the thing I said I would do; how it is that one day I look up and say, "Hey, wasn't I supposed to be doing X?  Whatever happened to Y intention?"

** I almost always look and often feel overwhelmed by a sense of "being too far behind," whereas what I want to cultivate is the idea that accountability to and respect for myself is valid and deserves my follow-through.
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 In a month and a half, the family and I shall haul those travelin' bags out once again and make another international move.  This time we are heading to (max 4 year stinit) Lebanon, a beautiful country, but perhaps not the easiest choice at this particular point in time.  Still, we are looking forward to this new adventure, and we have a lot to do to get ready for it still.  Something made less easy by the fact that the kiddos and I have caught ourselves a case of COVID.  I am almost completely over it, just a bit of coughing here and there and an occasional spell of lightheadedness, and my taste and smell have come back after less than a week gone.

I had plans for doing NaNo this year--doing that crazy "Oh, let me take on a huge challenge right before moving" thing that I do--but with the virus, I gracefully bowed myself out of any such shenanigans and will apply myself to writing at a more amenable time.

We have known about the move for quite some time now, but it has seemed to sneak up on us at last.  Wish us luck with squaring everything away in time.  Now if they would just let us know our official departure date. :P
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 Today, I had molar 47 pulled, after almost a year of battling with it, which involved 4 rounds of antibiots and a root canal.  On Saturday, the tooth broke, leaving the dentist no choice but to pull it.  May I say that the sound of break teeth is a very awful sound?  And the repeated sound of breaking teeth is more awful still.  I did not appreciate it in the least. :P  It turns out, the tooth was infected again.  Which leaves me fearful, but I still will proclaim:

I hope this is The End end of Molar 47.
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Back in January, I started suffering from horrible tooth pain. Six months and several flare-ups later--after 5 visits to the dentist, one to an osteopath*, one to a doctor, one x-ray, one cone beam scan, and two** courses of antibotics--we discovered I had a vertical fracture in my molar, right between the tooth's roots.  Last week, the dentist did a root canal, and next Thursday, I should have the permanent filling put in.

 

After asking the dentist how in the world I had fractured my tooth in such a way, I remembered that at the end of last year, Ti'Loup, while sitting on my lap, flung himself backwards into my chest, and his head made painful contact with my jaw. That was, I believe, the first chapter in The Saga of Molar 47.

 

May July 2nd bring about "The End."

 

 

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*After the first course of antibiotics, during which time the pain was so great that it literally tetanized my jaw and I couldn't open my mouth more than a centimeter, I had to visit an osteopath to help unlock the muscles


** I actualy had to take anitbiotics 4 times. It went like this: 1st type for 7 days; no help....take different type for another  7 days. Things got better for 2 months. Then 2nd time: Take 1st type again, nothing... keep taking it for 2 extra days in hopes of improvement...nothing. Desperately get in touch with doc since dentist can't be reached, and take 3rd type of pills for ten days.....only to still feel the tooth when the treatment is up.


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