Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Little Trouble on Victoria's Harbor

This post was more of a check on the state of web access here. Some of our friends said that the social networks were not working, few said that there were no changes, maybe just slowdowns due to the demonstrators overloading the system.

We are not affected because of our special cable service courtesy the consulate.

And I knew it by now - our upcoming departure from Honkers had to have been spiced up by some turmoil, so we would feel like escaping a cauldron.

The people visited us and were happy and still curious to leave - MNG, etc, and it leaves us with our nanny, a far removed relative of college age, who gets the free use of my Carrera etc. bracelets.
It took me this long to figure out that blogging wore out the V on my laptop keyboard. Of course, all that Vikie and Victoria and my whole gang watching kiddie videos on Youtube.
So - it is a matter of November and a half, and we are on the move again!

On a lighter note, roughly along the lines of my favorite lifestyle, The L Words:

what do scientists call a lesbian dinosaur? - licalotopus
What do you call lesbian twins? - Lick-a-likes.
one word for a chocolate covered lesbian? Klondike

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

It's Bees

My presence seems to inspire trouble - and I thought I quit! Now it is the Umbrella Revolution. I swear, I never step out of my high rise pent house, reveling in my momminess, taking care of my kids strange breathing and sleep disorders, bowels acting up, clicky ears (the high rise effect). And - my miscarriage, the second I have ever had. It was bittersweet. A surprise that pregnancy snuck up on us, and a relief, that we won't have to deal with it - soon - when we move to Israel. Bittersweet, not sad, nor terribly traumatic, nor altogether a happy relief.
The extremely talented Isracard Man commercials have been stalking me on Youtube, and I like it.

One of the late afternoons when the rest of Hong Kong was reeling from the mass demonstrations, I was way up here, far from the noise of the masses and police, - the nights  when I do the French crossword puzzles (the best) - I got a letter from my lawyer in Paris saying that I owe back taxes on property that I never thought I had. I have the apartment on Rue Turbigo, but now I am a proud owner of -... a small cottage house in the countryside, right off a highway, 15 minutes to Paris. It seems that the property came with the apartment, and I happily paid the back taxes (through the lawyer), and I am thinking of renting it out, so I can lean back and enjoy my kids and bucolic life on the Israeli kibbutz.

Not only would I see my girlfriend MNG there, but - what a wonderful coincidence - she likes bee-themed jewelry, and - get a load of this - Joe has been asked to also take on the marketing for Kibbutz Ein Harod's honey product lines. Who'dda-thunk-o'that? G'night.