it's 11:30 a.m. on a sunday morning in the holy city of zefat. i have just had my lunch of a stale white flour roll smeared in butter with a slice of slimy tomato. no, i am not, currently, a contestant on 'fear factor'.
i am just a person recovering from an extreme virus trying to manage in the middle of a record breaking heat wave. i didn't fall asleep until after 3:00 a.m. and consequently, couldn't get up to go to yoga. i actually, did get up, but couldn't get out of bed or function until about half an hour ago.
i made myself a luke warm mug of coffee and poured in the last few drops of milk. i think that i have hit rock bottom. i really will have to get myself to the supermarket a little later. i guess i can always call a cab.
i was bombarded again my ants this morning. they were all over the dogs' food bowls, all over the garbarge can, and running a muck in the cupboards. i read that vinegar seems to detail ants. it also seems to chase away cats, keep dogs from scratching their ears, and keeps chickens from pecking at each other.
there are actually, another 45 household things that vinegar is good for. i keep a list posted on the inside of the cupboards and i read the list once a year. if you would like me to send you a list of these helpful hints, just write in and ask for it. i'm not no sure about spraying vinegar all around the house. in this heat wave, who knows about the smell.
i honestly, do not see any immediate results from the vinegar. i used a cheap apple cider. perhaps it isn't the right kind but i don't have any white vinegar on hand. if i ever get out of this hell house today, i will buy the most deadly type of poisonous ant spray, money can buy. this is war!!! i've tried everything else. i've bleached til my face twists. i've also spread cinnamon all around the entire premises. do you have any idea how hideous wet cinnamon looks like on your ceramic floors?. i've also gone down the baking soda road, believe me.
i finally checked out my face today in the mirror. it is definately a bit twisted. my right eye isn't closing, either. hello again, bells palsey. i guess every bleach i breathe, and every virus i succumb to, goes right to my face. beauty is only skin deep, right?
i got a call last night from my son. if seems that some family member of gal's died last night. the grandparents headed off to jerusalem for the funeral. the woman was only 40. i don't know how that will effect the bithday bash for sahar tomorrow. i feel like putting off going to the store until i know more, but i might have to babysit for him tomorrow. i've also learned from experience, not to always put things off.