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.