CCP drugs and tiktok

i recently listened to sam cooper on the jordan harbinger show, how the west was infiltrated by its enemies, about how the CCP has effectively turned vancouver into a stronghold. considering how different the tiktok experience is for the chinese vs the west (their content is generally geared towards education and self-improvement) my takeaway is that tiktok is a weapon in a culture war and they're using it to dumb other cultures down (even further than we're dumbing ourselves down, to be fair we're already pretty good at that).

one nose-blow at a time

 jesus, this week was harsh. not only am i still struggling with sinusitis - i was snotty all week - but i was under immense pressure and only finally saw a way through just before leaving the office on thursday. in retrospect, i've learned a lot over the course of the week, but i believe that i would have progressed must faster if i'd had a more relaxed approach. a significant part of my struggling was the perpetual discomfort and distraction from my sinuses.

i'm going to have to see if my "damage control" efforts have paid off when i speak to my team lead tomorrow...

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mr smear's first doctor's appointment went well! it's rather helpful that his paediatrician speaks french, so gd was able to communicate effectively with her. this is good.

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i had a fight with an agent of the municipality over arnona because i had absolutely no idea what he was trying to say to me. it turns out their system is set up in such a way that one must never make a payment that's in someone else's name, because when they finally transferred the arnona into my name they retroactively credited our landlord's account and charged mine for the period it took us to get the transfer sorted.

smh.

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yesterday i signed up for ha'avoda in order to vote for a reform representative who actually cares about the lack of humanity in the immigration process.

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jesus, it's hot. and nowhere near as hot as the heat-wavy regions of this planet that are a solid indication that we're rapidly approaching extinction. holy shit. the more i've read on the topic the less optimistic i'm becoming, and i said to gd yesterday that as much as i'm working towards our future and as good a quality of life as possible, i'm also partially resigned to the fact that we've all collectively decided that we're doing this, welcoming the apocalypse, and we need to make the best of every day we have left before everything falls apart.

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i ended up going to my coworker's wedding alone on thursday night, and that turned out to be a good thing. nobody else brought their partners, it was a good group bonding session, the food was great and i didn't drink too much and we all danced all night. the wedding itself was very, very sweet.

yesterday was recovery day, and nystire picked us up to go to tahoma's birthday party which was a very pleasant way to spend an afternoon.

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we watched treasure planet yesterday evening. it's great.

not so successful

 friday's pool party was a raging failure in our book. gd and i were heartbroken to see mr smear sabotage any potential fun or friendship (although he did eventually play with a couple of kids in the pool towards the end). most of the parents were super awkward with us, too, although i did get into it with one mother who was asking about our travails and i really bummed her out.

in the evening we had an episode where i ended up "containing" mr smear, and it seemed to work. last night we had a similar incident and i tried it again, and it definitely didn't work.

this parenting shit is confusing and our story right now feels pretty tragic.

i had a long chat with scrapper yesterday, and he had a fair amount of criticism to share with me on the topic, i can't say that i disagree with any of it...

this evening gd was furious with me because we went to the school to pick up his books and i ran off with a coughing fit at the exact worst possible moment, and that somehow made her miss the opportunity to connect with the mother of a kid that mr smear *does* get along with.

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up until today i was just as sick as before. long, difficult nights and extreme sinusitis and lots of coughing. gd, on the other hand, got progressively worse over the course of the weekend. i took yesterday (sunday) off and we ran a gauntlet of the maccabi health system, and it seemed as though they were making a real effort to convince us not to join them. the doctor she saw, an older ex-south african who either hated us or simply has an awful bedside manner, sent us off for PCR tests as well.

having learned my lesson, i passed and gd did it so that only one of us would really be in trouble if we had covid - the problem with the current system is that if i do the PCR test on my last day of covid and the test is positive, they count the isolation as if the PCR test was done on the first day which makes no sense whatsoever.

i had to stop working for an hour and go off to the pharmacy to get the result because their systems hadn't emailed them to us. at least the result was negative. and gd's been prescribed antibiotics which seem to be working, so that's good.

finally, while we expected gd to be covered by our family's healthcare within ten days from wednesday, we hadn't expected her to be covered by tomorrow, so that sms was very welcome!

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i've been reading quite a few distressing articles about the encroaching climate apocalypse over the past couple of days, and i'm feeling like the only way forward for me personally is to bury my head in the sand and pray. and try to make the most out of however many manageable days we have left.

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for the past couple of evenings i've been writing up our experiences from the past couple of years, which triggered this post about the state of south africa. i cannot tell you how grateful i am to have managed to get my family out of there, and i'm praying my mother, the rest of my family, friends, and anyone else who can gets out before becoming just another statistic.

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i'm extremely anxious and frustrated at work. i've been assigned a great task but i have to do it with primitive (relative to what i'm used to, at least) tools and contexts that i'm not familiar with, and if i don't succeed by deadline then the project dies. i'm being tested here on something important and with everything else going on i'm feeling doomed right now. as if i didn't have enough on my plate.

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over the past week we've managed to overcome quite a few hurdles.

one: it took many days and lots of frustration but we finally managed to hack our way around initiating a transfer from my mum's israeli bank account. i'm still stunned by the incredibly poor UX that managed to fail in almost every aspect of the procedure, it was almost as if it was designed badly on purpose.

two: last week i tried to contact my mobile phone operator to update my payment method, but i couldn't log in with any of my numbers. i tried contacting them on friday, but their whatsapp chat-bot only works during business hours. i tried again today and was unable to authenticate myself. just then i received an sms telling me to call the finance department because i owe them money, and the sms had a phone number! so i called the number up and we eventually got sorted.

they somehow had my first university email address, which hasn't been active since 2004. the address they had on file was from before my mother and i bought an apartment together in 2009 (which we're now deeply regretting having sold, but anyway). and here's the best part: they'd been charging my old israeli credit card attached to a bank account that i closed in 2013 and that had expired most of a decade ago. wtf?! none of that makes any sense!

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i took a sudafed a short while ago (more "in case" than anything after the past two weeks), and i'm not certain if i'm going to stay awake much longer or not. if i do, though, it's going to be studying for tomorrow because this task is really messing me.

kind-of breathing

immigration

gd's been hilariously cute about her new status as an israeli citizen, everything she's doing she's doing for the first time "as an israeli" and she's super excited by it :D

in spite of how sick we've been - the last couple of days have been particularly bad, though we're both feeling a bit better this morning - having finally gotten through this non-stop nightmare has put us all in fantastic spirits! we've also had some very serious discussions about trauma and what we've all been going through, and for how long.

for example, i haven't been "home" since i left israel in 2012. when pg and i moved to canada, we spent six months living in limbo - uncertainty and anxiety - and after she left and my work environment became toxic and i was forced out for reacting i spent the next few months terrified that i'd run out of money before finding new employment and getting a new work permit. even though gd and i were making a home and starting a family for the following two years, i was still a foreigner on a temporary visa and the government institutions never let me forget it.

and then we moved to south africa, where for six years gd was never guaranteed residence and i didn't really want residence, certainly not long-term (even though for a while we were hopeful that the situation would magically improve). four years of water shortages, electricity shortages, fearing for our personal safety, followed by the last two and a half years of trying to leave to the only place we've really felt made sense for us. having planned to arrive here last september, even mr smear struggled with half a year knowing that we weren't where we should be.

it's been rough.

but now we're here, and slowly but surely we've been breaking through each wall until we're finally home. we finally have three of us living in a country we have the right to be in, where we have community and family and safety nets, where have a sense of permanence. this is where we are, this is where we'll be, and for the first time in forever there's nothing looming over our heads, no threats of deportation and no need to accept mistreatment or abuse from anyone in authority.

work

yesterday was relatively successful, but i'm fully aware that i'm being judged on this project and that i need to impress. on a deadline, slow and steady does not win this race.

mr smear

i'm trying to teach my boy not to invest care / attention / emotions on people he doesn't like. gd went to pick him up yesterday and she witnessed his bully harassing him non-stop. the parent of one of his friends was there, too, and she informed gd that until mr smear joined the class her daughter had been the target of this malicious little shit. at one point gd confronted him in hebrew - she yelled "enough!" and stared him down. it wasn't enough, but soon after the teacher caught on to what was happening and made this kid cry.

and nobody cared.

it's REALLY hard to get these concepts across to an almost-seven year old. now we're off to a birthday pool to see how successful we've been. at least we'll both be there too.

surreal

after two and a half years of losing battles and frustrations and mini-victories and setbacks and fear and anxieties and stress and living in limbo... we made it to our meeting. we arrived with what we were asked to bring: gd's passport and her passport photos. i also brought all our documents, just in case. mr smear brought his spongebob squarepants comic.

those last two items? turned out we really needed them. we were there for ages, with mr smear entertaining himself and anyone within earshot as he read all the stories out loud, doing voices and accents and generally being both adorable and out of the way. we had documentation issues, and i was able to resolve them with my magic folders of everything.

but we didn't really believe that we would be getting through the meeting until gd was asked to take photos and give her fingerprints, and we had her temporary id handed to her along with some instructions for the next couple of months.

it's done. the great adventure of the past few years has been completed, and we can finally begin our lives proper. there's plenty more in the way of bureaucratic challenges to overcome, especially in the coming weeks, but the most important item has been taken care of and it's literally amazing and surreal to finally be on the other side.

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aside from finally celebrating the real win, it was another nasty day as far as being sick is concerned. a week into this, absolutely desperate, my brain suddenly went "omg! wouldn't it be good to use sudafed?" and then "holy shit, we have some!". and i took it. it didn't completely dry me up, but it helped a LOT. and i'm so desperate at this point that i've decided that i don't give a shit if i can't sleep, as long as i can breathe. i mean, i'm not really getting much sleep anyway, so whatever.

also, my back and neck have been mostly fine for the past week but this evening spasmed without warning and i'm just a tad bit miffed about it.

we had to pick mr smear up early from school today - another incident. we've spoken to a bunch of teachers by now, and it looks like he's getting more and more frustrated with not being able to express himself in hebrew and so he's expressing himself in other ways. we've *very* excited that he got into the hop website / content the other day, i've been meaning to sign up for ages and he was loving the games and watching his favourite shows dubbed and i think it's a great step forward.

all things considered he's doing amazingly well, but still - it's hard for him and hard for us because we haven't found a strategy yet that works.

finally, it was a surprisingly good half-workday for me. my team lead came back from sick leave and was very happy with the work i've been doing, and we had a discussion about technology choices for a project that i'm creating and we seem to be well-aligned.

i'm still feeling really grateful to have signed up with these guys.

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right, it's closing in on midnight, we've had a big day / week / couple of years. i'm going to lie down and either sleep or read, and pray that my nose and chest give me some respite over the next few hours.

***** ******* ******

again. i woke up an hour or two ago with my nose completely blocked and massive pressure in my sinuses. i tried for ages to unblock myself but eventually gave up and used otrivin. that helped, but as a consequence i've just spent even more ages blowing my nose and coughing sporadically.

i'm really, really hating this.

yesterday was another long and chaotic day.

1. trying to help my mother with her foreign banking issues, losing my temper with a tech support agent because they refuse to help us in the most remarkably stupid of ways. different bank, same morons.

similar story with gd's tourist health insurance.

2. gd dropping something off at the school and coming home furious because mr smear had been fighting back tears when she arrived - another incident. the two of us went to pick him up and have a chat with the staff, discovered that the parents of the other kids have lied to us about their interactions with the school, and that mr smear has been actively seeking this kid out himself.

between dinner and bedtime ritual we sat him down to talk about all this, i don't know what we're going to do.

3. a long day "in the office" (on the couch) constantly juggling three or four things at a time. some of those things were successful. i'm disappointed to discover that as excited as i am with my first foray into github's copilot, it doesn't help me in the slightest with regards serverless framework and i'm really not a serverless framework kind of person.

jesus fuck, i'm exhausted. and today's The Day. i'm so nervous (and so over being sick for so long) i'm not even excited.

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oh, jolly good. one of my nostrils has just closed up again.

good grief.

relentless

 jesus, four days of this nasty whatever-the-fuck-this-is and not being able to sleep periods of perpetual coughing and nose-blowing and difficulty getting enough oxygen and i am sooooooo over it.

it feels like there's always something preventing me from getting a good night's rest. if it's not covid or this shitty running nose / chest infection thing, it's muscular discomfort or nerve pain or anxiety or just about anything.

i need to fucking sleep.

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yesterday (as in sunday, i'm still in the middle of last night), to my wife and son's delight, i picked up "chipotle chillis" that promised to a) be entertaining and b) make my sinuses flow. over dinner i took out a large one, chewed through it (it's chewy) and it set my mouth and throat ablaze in a painful yet satisfying way. gd finally has a recording of me in tears hiccuping uncontrollably, and my son (i hope) now understands that concept of a non-dit ("we're going to get ten thousand likes on youtube!", he yelled enthusiastically while gd was recording).

i got through that first one without needing anything to wash it down / soak it up with food or drink. it was pretty hot, though, enough that my tongue actually felt like it was damaged burned.

after lunchtime breakfast yesterday (now i mean monday, because it is past 3am after all), i decided to give the chillis another go. i took small ones, and i was... disappointed. like, i barely tasted or felt anything. like, i was pretty certain that i'd burned off my tastebuds.

then in the late afternoon, convinced that it was barely going to have an effect, i picked up another little one. my wife and son were tooling around in another part of the apartment and being loud and couldn't hear me, but this single bite was the most powerfully hot chilli i've ever eaten in my life. it seared my tongue and cheeks and the roof of my mouth, it burned me so badly that i stomped my feet and hiccuped and cried and gasped for air and was entirely incapable of speech for a while, and boy was i grateful to learn that the half-cup of barista oatly we had left in the fridge could suppress the fire, even if i did have to hold it in my mouth and not swallow because the moment i swallowed all the pain returned instantly.

jesus.

i don't recall the last time i threw away an unfinished chilli, the entire thing was two teeny tiny bites and there was no way in hell i was going to take the second one.

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i suspect this one might burn on the way out :(

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after a month and a half of trying to make contact with my credit card company, i opened their app yesterday morning and browsed through their fake offer of a loan with good terms (i'd seen their promotions for it and was considering taking out a local loan to pay off my overseas debt). quickly realizing that it was just another bullshit corporate scam, i closed the app and forgot about it.

a couple of hours later, someone called me to "help me out" because they'd seen that i'd reviewed their advertising.

of course.

i told the guy i'd talk to him about the loan after he helped me sort out my incorrect phone number, without which i've been unable to communicate with them because every communication channel of theirs requires an authentication code via sms only and their systems - for some reason - cannot send an sms to my twilio number.

so anyway, he put me through to a support agent directly. and i was stunned when someone answered almost immediately - i actually needed a moment to compose myself!

the agent wanted me to authenticate myself. fine. i answered his questions with no hesitation until he asked me to give him an example of a recent transaction. i wracked my brain, remembered a purchase from friday.

"no, not friday. before friday."

wtf?! i have trouble recalling what i did yesterday without looking at my own blog (or scrolling through social media, my calendar and emails hunting for evidence), so in frustration i open the app and manage to pull up a list of my recent transactions. but no matter what i tell him - and i'm reading from the list of transactions they maintain - the agent tells me "sorry, i don't see that".

at this point i lose my composure entirely, because their systems are obviously broken if i'm seeing stuff that my agent cannot. i yell for his manager, he informs me that his manager was unavailable just now.

right.

i offer him a couple more transactions to no avail, then eventually he has an epiphany and triggers a voice authentication code to my phone. the same number they've called me on, the same number they cannot send me smses to, the exact functionality that is unavailable via website, whatsapp or the telephone call menu system.

holy shit.

so i put the agent on hold to switch to the call, catch the number on the second listen (i was beyond flustered at that point, and struggled to keep four hebrew numbers in my head while half-convinced that he'd hang up on me before i could switch back), say it back to him and *boom*

authenticated.

he agrees that i'm me, he updates my number. he agrees to send me an sms authentication code just to make sure that he's got my number right. i get the sms.

*whoosh*

a month and a half of messages and calls and visits to my bank and pure kafka-esque frustration with these morons is over.

achievement unlocked.

so.

me being me, i say something along the lines of "right, now you're going to do two things. first, you're going to escalate to anyone who will listen that your systems are broken..."

"that's not something i can do. and besides, our systems aren't broken."

"how do you explain that you couldn't see the transactions i was referring to?"

"what's broken? nothing's broken. the system only shows me a select few transactions, not all of them!"

a part of my mind exploded right there on the sidewalk.

"what the hell is the point of that?! how does that help anyone???" [and why the fuck didn't you say that in the first place, you stupid fuck?]

"they can't just show us everything, do you want us to be able to just give you the answers?!"

holy shit. the combination lack of iq and basic education that could generate such a stupidly illogical statement. i simply could not wrap my head around what i was hearing.

"and besides, sir, let me stop you right there. why are you even going on about a problem that we've already resolved?"

brilliant. he'd found my big red button.

"because i don't want to have to go through such a ridiculous challenge in the future! because i don't want other people to have to go through it either!"

"i can't escalate that, i don't have the authority."

"you don't have the authority to do your damned job? or you're small minded?" [in hebrew: "you have a small head", it sounds much better]

"i'm not small-minded. it's not my job to..."

by this point i'd really lost my temper. i yelled at him for "having the smallest head there is" and did the "you have a good day now" thing, drawing some smidgen of satisfaction from his confused "you too" before hanging up on him.

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i was utterly blown away.

i'm still blown away.

i somehow managed to put the episode on hold for a few minutes and took care of the errand i'd been on, but on my walk home, i mulled over our "conversation" and this past month and a half of fighting with these cretins, and eventually came to the unsatisfying conclusion that CAL visa is a financial company built on broken / badly designed systems held together by the earwax and drool of their otherwise unemployable employees.

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i'm so tired that i want to just slide back into bed, but i'm so frustrated that i'm put off even trying to sleep. and this is the second last "sleep" before our big meeting on wednesday...

hello 5am my old friend

 i couldn't sleep on saturday night because swallowing was uncomfortable and i was having trouble breathing. yesterday i worked from home and we all went through a lot of tissues, with me dealing with what appeared to be a chest infection.

not covid, though, apparently, at least according to multiple RATs...

about two hours ago i woke up struggling, but it seems like i've coughed out most of it. now i'm just restless. tired, and restless, with my brain conjuring up all sorts of fears and awkward moments for me to chew on while my muscles ache (as usual) and i worry about wednesday.

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around lunchtime yesterday gd and i had a fight that for a little while really seemed to be the end of us. we'd had a fight the day before, and thought it was resolved, but a few things came out that were expressed in ways that hadn't been expressed before and we somehow seem to be doing okay now. we've both got homework to do.

i'm sad for mr smear that he was present for most of it, but there were a few moments when he got involved in a positive way and it makes me feel like he might just be navigating some of this world a little better than we do.

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so here i am drinking chamomile tea and staring at a screen, hopefully i'll be able to grab some shuteye before alarm-time. so many things to be anxious about, so little time...

well... gosh.

 work-wise, this did not feel like a good week at all. the second round of my design review brought out some significant changes and the boss was unhappy about the lack of efficiency in how much time everyone's invested in this process so far... i guess we're all learning, but i'd rather it wasn't on account of something i own when it's my first time doing this with them.

to make things worse, after two and a half weeks losing an enormous amount of time to other people's flaky tests that took hours to fail each time, the flakiness was finally fixed and by the end of the day - the end of the week - we finally discovered that my code had, in fact, broken something.

good grief.

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on wednesday night we hosted our rabbi's family. mr smear slept in our bed, and had had a bit of cough earlier - it got so bad during the night that he woken up screaming because (ironically?) he could barely breathe. after that i could barely sleep because i was freaking out about a nightmare scenario where wednesday's meeting with misrad hapnim has to be cancelled because we've picked up covid (again, reinfection is apparently a big thing now) or something else.

since yesterday evening gd and i have been struggling to breathe...

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the rabbi and his family took us out to a vegan pizzeria, the food was excellent and our table was literally next to the door of levontin 7 - i really missed levontin 7! there was some series of events happening, and we were fascinated by the people going in and out because it seemed like young people and children were going in and being transformed into old people.

the evening ended on a good note, but that note turned sour as we rushed to get a bus from a... less than savoury area. gd freaked out because she's still getting over south africa trauma, but it otherwise really wasn't so bad.

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this week's money drama has made it difficult to not be anxious or to get through the myriad bureaucratic chores on my plate. i'm exhausted. the world is relentless. i need a break.

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gd's meeting is on wednesday, we got extra passport photos taken yesterday just in case. everything else is just getting through the next few days and praying that that meeting goes well.

quick report

i'm excited to report that this experiment in learning how to make games with mr smear and godot is going well. not only have we managed to get a handle on moving characters around, but we've learned about rotations (and how radians work) and this morning i explained integers vs natural numbers, and it looks like he got it!

yesterday was... intense. it began with the revelation that social security had taken more money off my salary than expected (making up for lost time) and we've either reached or exceeded the limits on every single credit card we have. and we don't have enough money to cover that.

it's a little bit terrifying.

and then, at 2pm i had my first design review, and it's for a huge project where they've given me lots more rope than i'd need to hang myself. i think it went well, though!

and then, at 3pm, i gave a fifteen minute presentation during our company's "enrichment happy hour" about shakespeare's sonnets, and unless everyone was just being super-kind a lot of what i said seems to have landed ^_^

holding our breaths

 backwards:

yesterday was a huge day for us. gd and i went to her appointment at misrad hapnim, and were extremely fortunate to find ourselves sitting across from an intelligent, sympathetic human being. there was only one moment of horror, when we were told that her divorce certificate wasn't the correct document, but gd and i translated it for them word by word and they eventually accepted it.

we've been told not to celebrate just yet, but essentially her aliyah has been approved and our next appointment (next week) is to get her formally registered. so we're relieved (kind of) and anxious (kind of) and praying that we get through it without a hitch. as soon as that's done, we'll have a ton of bureaucratic hoops to jump through but on a completely different set of feet.

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work-wise, last week was pretty awful and this week hasn't started out so well. i've been trapped in a piece of work that should have been quick and easy but needed so much yak-shaving to get it to function correctly that it's been my primary focus, even when the *real*, *important* work has been on my table and not getting done. that doesn't feel good.

and it certainly doesn't help that a good chunk of the failures - which take an hour or two to detect each time - are due to flaky tests that were introduced recently and fixing them hasn't been prioritized :(

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last week was mr smear's first week of summer school, and also his first week ever in aftercare. it's mostly gone amazingly well! although he's had repeated incidents with a bully in his class, and we're trying to work with the kid's parents to figure this shit out...

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i wrote a poem last week for the first time in forever, not a very good one but a sequel to a couple of others that i realized i hadn't recorded. so i tried recording the first one, and i really love the poem but it's so dark that it upset gd to hear it and i don't actually want to commit it to memory. i'm going to give it another few goes this week and try to "publish" it.

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on thursday morning we were supposed to go to ikea with the mongoose. i left later than planned, the bus i needed drove straight past us at the station, the expensive taxi i jumped into took longer than walking, and then i finally got in the van and couldn't find the ****ing handbrake. electronic parking / handbrakes are not standard, and the support agent couldn't understand me or help me once she finally did understand me, and eventually i lost my temper and yelled about bad service and how i was going to switch to their competition.

i found out later that their competition doesn't provide the same services at all.

so on the weekend, when i needed a van to pick up a table and bookshelf from the parents of one of the kids in mr smear's class that they were getting rid of, i bit down on my pride and rollerbladed three kilometers to try again. after having watched videos on the citroën berlingo's braking system on youtube. i released the parking brake, ignored the exclamation mark symbol on the dashboard warning lights, and had a pretty good experience.

what a stupid design.

anyway, the furniture is very heavy and was really difficult to move, but we managed it in the end and we're very happy with it.

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this shabbat we hosted the wife of one of our community's rabbis, and we had a really great time. we managed to get to the friday evening service on the beach, which was mostly great except that i was deeply embarrassed for most of it. mr smear had asked me to lift him up, so i tried to put him on my shoulders but he screamed horribly. i put him down and he yelled that he wanted me to lift him up, which was confusing (and i was already flustered), and when i tried to put him on my shoulder but differently he yelled again that he didn't want to be on my shoulders, he wanted me to hold him up in front of me (like simba?). this was very confusing and uncomfortable, but i managed to get it right and was deeply frustrated because i didn't understand what the heck was going on.

a few minutes later, after i'd put him down, i learned what had happened and then i became *really* embarrassed: i hadn't realized that we'd been standing under an umbrella-like installation, and when i initially lifted him up i smashed his head into a metal bar :$

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i woke up and hour or two ago with my brain buzzing about research grants and proposals and journals, and now i'm ready to try for another hour or so of sleep before hitting the new day.

next turn

a pleasant last day with a nice but much longer than intended walk - weather hot but with a nice breeze, like most of the past couple of months.

mom airport ride "human error" insanity (rollerblading to the wrong address because they switched cars at the last minute, the car being too small, driving back to pick up my mother and not being able to start the car again, car2go providing a taxi for my family and the luggage, returning the car and taking the train to join them at the airport and then getting home really late)

a much more relaxed work week but with plenty of blockers and head-scratching

mr smear's official end of term: a lice outbreak story

finally getting into podcasts (my walks to and from work are the perfect opportunity)

post-corona fatigue lasting until thursday, now just regular fatigue

yesterday:

(finally!) a good haircut, lunch with nystire, following godot tutorials and resting, hitting the beach with the mongoose and co and having a really good time, vegan frozen yoghurt and getting home really late, tired and sore.

today:

playing through a lot of the tutorial for main assembly with mr smear, mostly resting, taking a walk to meet urchin but she was too tired to see us so we sat down at café nona for what would have - aside from mr smear behaving badly - been a really enjoyable beer / lemonade-slush / shakshouka.

the spiderwick chronicles re-watch triggering a very interesting conversation.

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there's so much bureaucracy to get through, it's really hard to take things one step at a time when everything is kinda crucial.