Wednesday, July 27, 2005

time in the old city

Tonight I'm going to be back home by myself, with my country music (not live), after an exhausting night in the old city. I went to sleep after midnight last night, after eating a steak salad. A steak salad is an invention of burgers bar for those of us who are on a diet but still want to eat steak. At 4:00 the baby and the biggest both started screaming. After convincing them both to go back to sleep I got to lie down for another half hour before getting up to go to work.

Ilana Messer writes about erotic dreams in today's Singles section of Ynet. Apparantly, I don't want my bosses job, I am not reaching for the stars, don't want to have a lesbian experience, and I do not have the need to prove my own sexuality. For those of you who still want to know why I read the Singles section it is part of my media entertainment, along with reading arutz 7, the onion and dilbert.

I'm trying to decide if I should BBQ tonight or eat pizza bagels. BBQ is infinitely ore enjoyable, but takes actual effort. Pizza bagels are thrown into the toaster oven and require no clean up. My original thought had been to BBQ on the beach one of these lonely nights, but I decided that would not be conducive. Also I have no country music on the beach.

I am planning on finishing my next part of the project that I am working on tonight and should have the results to my brother to see. I enjoy projects more when they actually move forward. My experience until now has always been having the other guy not do any work and wanting to ... (look for venture capital, sell the idea, excuses, excuses)

Last night as I was driving through the old city, I reached a very narrow spot where there was an elderly couple pressed tightly against the wall. They looked frightened or stuck, so I did what any reasonable person would do. I drove very close to them, rolled down my window and asked if they knew how to get to the kotel. My wife didn't understand why I had the need to do that, but she thought it was pretty funny.

The house process is continuing to move forward. We may actually meet with them this week (though I doubt that will actually happen). I think the longer it takes them to meet with me the better position I will be in, because I am going to offer less then they are expecting (Based on the rate when we originally discussed it, which is about $10,000 less then the current rate). She'll be under pressure to sell at that point and won't have time to put it on the market.
It's pretty much irrelevant because I can't afford an extra 10G.

11 comments:

traintalk said...

missed you on the train

rockofgalilee said...

i slept in jlem last night. I'll be on the train tomorrow, bright and early.

DAG said...

Of course they were stuck, you had them pinned by your car!

rockofgalilee said...

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PimpPia said...
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rockofgalilee said...

The previous comment was found inappropriate by members of the executive committee.

-y- said...

I never thought I'd miss country music, it was always that thing those people and my father and whoever else listened to. And yet I find these days I've developed a real apreciation for the realstuff, more the old and the traditional bluegrass type stuff admitedly. But even the "mainstream" - I find that those few times I run into country music I have a tendency to smile.

DAG said...

Who are the members of the executive comittee?

2R said...

come on treading fences, you know it's not a homesickness for country music you are feeling, rather it was a previous roommate who brought you around to the country side of things...

rockofgalilee said...

my wife is on the executive committee. She doesn't have her own blog so she gets to share in management of mine.

BarbaraFromCalifornia said...

Sounds like a tiring night.

Somehow, Sim, I cannot picture you as a country music lover.

I would love to hear your opinion on my post on my blog about the Moschiach.

Be well.