it is 5:30 p.m. in the holy city of zefat. I took a spill down my front door steps on sunday at 3:00 a.m. I was lucky not to have broken anything. I brutally landed on the ground with my lower back taking the brunt of the marble stairs. I had thrown around some soapy water to get rid of the dogs' pee in the hallway. I stepped outside to mop the water off of the stairs. I never felt myself slipping.
I spent yesterday in bed. my back was aching. I finished making the dog costumes for my friend's video. it is basically some maroon contact paper and some metal fringe on top of a plastic bib. it is not my finest work. I made little 'royal' hats for the dogs too. I am not a master costumer.
my son invited me to come downstairs on Friday night to join them for Shabbat dinner. he wanted to end this 'thing'. I didn't go downstairs and I guess I escalated the 'situation'. I wasn't sure anymore what this 'thing' was. I remember exploding at my son when he told me that I used their things: family pool, patio table and chairs, etc. like they were my own. I also remember throwing him out of my house when he told me that my family was banned from coming downstairs to the backyard.
I haven't made Shabbat meals for three weeks and I don't intend to start again any time soon. they have been married for over seven years and they can make their own meals from now on. I made myself some rice and turkey patties for Friday night's dinner. the dogs and I enjoyed the food. I also enjoyed my space and my quiet. I got to finish a maeve binchey novel and start and finish another one. I got to sleep a lot and enjoy my Shabbat. the kids were running amuck downstairs and making a lot of noise.
they never got away with making so much noise when I was watching them. I'm surprised that the neighbors didn't complain. perhaps everyone had their air conditioner units blasting and didn't hear the kids. I actually went downstairs to the backyard on Saturday morning to see the kids. my grandson came running over. he wanted to know why I ate alone the night before. my granddaughter had a runny, gooky green nose and I got up to give her some tissue paper. it was really scorching downstairs so I returned to my apartment upstairs and got ready for lunch. I went to my friends for lunch and passed my son on the street in front of the synagogue.
I wished him a Shabbat shalom but he didn't look up at me. I guess he was more 'spirited' the night before when he invited me to come and eat with them. in all honesty, I am still disgusted by their piggish and abusive behavior towards me. I do not remember ever having a conversation with them on a Shabbat or holiday. they always talk to themselves while I tend to their kids. the bottom line is that I'm thoroughly fed up with them living here for free. my son didn't even give me a few shekels from his tithe from work this month.
I can't wait to present them with the next water bill. that ought to go over well with these selfish brats. I don't even miss the grandkids. I am enjoying my freedom. freedom from babysitting, and cooking Shabbat food. they can't use the grandkids as currency against me now. I am in no hurry to be with their kids. I am hoping that they will get the message that I am staying out of their lives and just want to be left alone. maybe they will move away. one can only hope.