Archive | June, 2011

The Wandering Jew

30 Jun

So, about two weeks our landlord announced that he’s planning to sell our apartment.  The apartment we moved into 4 months ago. The apartment which was finally feeling like home. Le sigh.  

We planned this move for about half a year. Having made the somewhat difficult decision to leave one of the best cities in the world (still ♥ you, Tel Aviv), we searched in this general area of the country for somewhere 1) affordable to rent, close to town (I haven’t quite got the hang of driving yet), with an extra room for guests. This little flat checked all the boxes and more – oh how I love you shiny new kitchen –  and even though it’s on the ground floor  and therefore 1) doesn’t get a lot of direct sunlight or 2) have a balcony/garden, we were really happy with it. Back in February, the landlord was adamant that he was looking for ‘serious’ people for a long-term stay, which really clinched it for me. Not long ago I calculated that in 11 years, I have moved as many times. 

Luckily we have found a new place to move to, although it doesn’t tick as many of those boxes. But the thought of packing up and moving again is exhausting. I start thinking about sorting and boxes and bubblewrap and brown tape and I get a little out of breath.  Let us not ponder the even more treacherous task of un-packing. ugh. Or the post-move evenings when you just want to make dinner and crash out on the couch, only to realise that the couch has been put in the bedroom & any hope of making dinner would involve locating the boxes labelled ‘kitchen’ and ‘food’. ugh.  

Knowing that as ‘renters’ we are like chess pieces that can be picked up and moved around at random is frustrating and – let’s admit it – somewhat humiliating. It’s not that I’m not counting my blessings. Even more than I love being married, I love living with my kooky husband, and I am grateful that we aren’t homeless, we aren’t jobless and we can afford to rent a roof over our heads.  And not just any roof, but an apartment in a pretty area of the country. I’m just tired. I’d like to plant my roots after four years of living here, I’d like some permanency, and to banish all cardboard boxes from the earth. Hail me and my suitcases, my bubblewrapped breakables and my boxes strangled with brown tape.  

Our next home?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Maybe we’ll just move into this tree house? x

Thursday Things

23 Jun

Buy: A gift that keeps on giving. Next time there’s a wedding /anniversary/birthday on your calendar for which you just ‘have’ to buy a present, consider Good Gifts which provides practical help to those in need. You can match the special occasion to your good gift i.e. Newborn nephew or a friend has just given birth? You could match this by buying a bike for a midwife in a developing country, enabling her to get to more villages and help deliver more babies safely (yay!) or you could buy a ‘Baby Parcel’ (25 GBP) which includes all the basics a baby needs, and the parcel will be distributed to a family in need by a welfare charity. The range of gifts is enormous, and so worthwhile. Take a look!

Read: The Year of The Flood – Margaret Atwood.

Margaret Atwood doesn’t like her books to be called science fiction – which is good, because they’re scarily nowhere near fiction. She has said that everything that occurs in her books could happen, or has possibly already happened. In this apocalyptic novel, a ‘waterless flood’ has taken place, wiping out mankind and leaving only a few survivors behind. Because she never explains this epidemic in detail, it remains frustratingly abstract, but the descriptions of the depletion of all our natural resources, the draining of lakes, destruction of rainforests and the environment is a situation we can surely all envision, even in 2011.  Atwood’s novel is an imagining of a time that might actually come to be – where security divisions of corporations have complete control, the ecosystem has been ruined, scientists have messed with genetic manipulation to such a degree that neon green bunnies, intelligent pigs and ‘rakunks’ (racoon-skunks)  are commonplace. Even human beings are being ‘bettered’ with the arrival of the humanoid, devoid of all our faults – fear, guilt, shame.  The story begins in Year 5, before the flood, and is told from the perspective of a handful of the human survivors, but it’s not all hopeless.  ‘The Year of the Flood’ ends mysteriously, lending the story both hope and a delicious terror, reminding you that the premise of this novel is fictional – at least for the time being.

Listen:  Stephen Stills – Treetop Flyer (the song that inspired Ray Lamontagne to make music…)  

Ben Harper & Jack Johnson  – Banana Pancakes (An old fave. um, I mean, BH is supposed to be on there but I only see Jack! Enjoy…) 

Happy weekend!

x

Defying Gravity

23 Jun

I would quite very extremely like to be friends with Natsumi Hayashi, a Tokyo-based photographer that takes is obsessed with levitation photos. These are just some of the delights to be found on her website, where she blogs a daily ‘jumping’ photo. Am particularly loving that her job is pretending to be supergirl every day.  Subarashi! 

Defying Gravity 

http://yowayowacamera.com/

Thought of The Day via Cave Johnson

22 Jun

Run Forrest, Run!

19 Jun

Best of British luck today to my little brother & my Dad, running in the Macmillan Cancer Support 10k race! This is their first ever distance run, and get serrrrrious props (can i say props? I’m 29..) for their joint training efforts! Amazingly, my Dad only started getting into running 6 months ago, but has been encouraged all the way by my brother, Gids, lover of sleeveless tops. We’re very proud of both of you! On your marks, get set…. 

Aren’t they funny?! Happy Father’s Day! 

x  

Postscript : Completion!