the ostrich

 it's saturday afternoon, and my mom's about to start packing.

yesterday morning saw us do a grocery mission, by the time we got home we found urchin here with her puppy (which was great, aside from the peeing on the couch). i skipped out to pay the falafel guys and have a very interesting "hands" chat with horseman, and the biggest thing that happened for the rest of the day was us finally hanging curtains which look great and work really well :)

this morning my mom wanted to go to the sea, so we dragged mr smear with us and had a nice walk, stopping by the mongoose for a chat. the beach was great, and we left *just* before god turned up the heat. we stopped for a big, delicious (and expensive) brunch on dizengoff, then walked home, by which time the heat had become thoroughly oppressive and we arrived in dire need of a nap.

now we've rested a bit, now to get through the rest of the weekend.

...

i'm having a really hard time explaining to my mother - who doesn't want to think about any of this stuff - that no matter how she might feel, she needs to be here. she's so busy worrying about the stuff that we know will be okay once she's here, that she's incapable of considering the stuff that's going to put her and us in deep trouble and is getting more and more likely the longer she's over there.

i don't know how one deals with this stuff.