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LUE: Still Another List Type Thing.
Jan. 14th, 2025 08:27 pm1. CELTA continues apace. I taught my first lesson today! My tutor gave me some encouraging feedback, while also pointing out some weaknesses - I could stand to be more organized, as well as work on time management. He also pointed out better methods of presenting the material. Overall he was pleased with my first ever lesson. Of course I was crippled with self-doubt and did not spare myself in the self-evaluation. After the feedback session, I would have run for the liquor cabinet if I had been a drinking woman (and if we had such a thing). As I am not a drinker, and we do not even have a liquor cabinet, I went for the next best thing and ate a miniature Twix and miniature Milky Way (NB: in Israel Milky Way is a Three Musketeers and a Mars Bar is a Milky Way). Still, my lesson was graded Pass (CELTA assignments are Pass/Fail).
2. I am a bit behind with laundry, so I told Eyal that I'd be doing one load a day, taking turns between my clothes and his. He was a little put out that I hadn't put in his clothes today.
"I have nothing to wear to the office tomorrow!" he wailed.
"Let's see, shall we?" I replied. I went into his closet. "Okay, here's an undershirt, and here's a long-sleeved L.L. Bean shirt. Perfect for work."
"It won't be warm enough!"
I rooted through his warm clothes.
"Here's that brown sweater you really like. You can wear that on top. Here's a pair of jeans." At that point I opened his sock drawer. "You want socks?"
"No."
"Okay." I opened his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. "Underwear. You have a complete outfit. I'll do a load of your clothes tomorrow."
He gets easily overwhelmed by clothes.
3. With regard to the above - I don't mind it. Every spouse has different care and feeding needs. He takes care with my ridiculously finicky appetite and picky eating, my meltdowns of self-doubt, and puts up with my hot flashes and crankiness. So we care for and feed each other. There have been kinks - and not the fun kind - but it's coming up on a year married and I wouldn't undo it for the world.
4. Our friend Yehuda came down from Holon on Monday for a visit! We had lunch at Goomba, which is an Italian chain. It's...okay? I mean, it's Beersheva, you can't be too picky. It's better than Olive Garden. I know. Low bar. Yehuda is from New Jersey, with a plethora of excellent Italian food, and he agreed that it was acceptable, though not comparable to our beloved mom-and-pop red gravy joints. (I do miss those places, though I make a mean spaghetti and meatballs.) After that we retired to our house and played Taki until it was time to take him back to the train station. He agreed that he'd come down for a longer visit when he could engage a cat sitter for his feline.
5. The cats. Oh, boy. We discovered why Cheddar loves doing a runner onto the patio when we open the front door. He loves to sniff pigeon shit. No joke. He reacts to it like other cats do to catnip. He's weird. Other cats roll in nip, he huffs pigeon doodoo. I don't get it either.
6. I have more energy these days, though you wouldn't know it to see me on class days. Those days fucking drain me to the limit. But every other day I'm doing my work for class, doing my chores, keeping up with life. It's nice.
7. I've managed to cut down to two colas a day, and swapped out regular Sprite for Sprite Zero. I drink a cup of coffee (milk, no sugar) and a glass of orange juice each morning. All these things are good. I eat breakfast (eggs, two pieces of toast with a schmear of butter). My cardiologist didn't recommend any specific diet, simply advised me to eat a balanced diet and try to cut out sweets and junk food as much as possible. So this, I think, is a good start.
8. We're going to game night on Sunday night. Yay!
2. I am a bit behind with laundry, so I told Eyal that I'd be doing one load a day, taking turns between my clothes and his. He was a little put out that I hadn't put in his clothes today.
"I have nothing to wear to the office tomorrow!" he wailed.
"Let's see, shall we?" I replied. I went into his closet. "Okay, here's an undershirt, and here's a long-sleeved L.L. Bean shirt. Perfect for work."
"It won't be warm enough!"
I rooted through his warm clothes.
"Here's that brown sweater you really like. You can wear that on top. Here's a pair of jeans." At that point I opened his sock drawer. "You want socks?"
"No."
"Okay." I opened his underwear drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. "Underwear. You have a complete outfit. I'll do a load of your clothes tomorrow."
He gets easily overwhelmed by clothes.
3. With regard to the above - I don't mind it. Every spouse has different care and feeding needs. He takes care with my ridiculously finicky appetite and picky eating, my meltdowns of self-doubt, and puts up with my hot flashes and crankiness. So we care for and feed each other. There have been kinks - and not the fun kind - but it's coming up on a year married and I wouldn't undo it for the world.
4. Our friend Yehuda came down from Holon on Monday for a visit! We had lunch at Goomba, which is an Italian chain. It's...okay? I mean, it's Beersheva, you can't be too picky. It's better than Olive Garden. I know. Low bar. Yehuda is from New Jersey, with a plethora of excellent Italian food, and he agreed that it was acceptable, though not comparable to our beloved mom-and-pop red gravy joints. (I do miss those places, though I make a mean spaghetti and meatballs.) After that we retired to our house and played Taki until it was time to take him back to the train station. He agreed that he'd come down for a longer visit when he could engage a cat sitter for his feline.
5. The cats. Oh, boy. We discovered why Cheddar loves doing a runner onto the patio when we open the front door. He loves to sniff pigeon shit. No joke. He reacts to it like other cats do to catnip. He's weird. Other cats roll in nip, he huffs pigeon doodoo. I don't get it either.
6. I have more energy these days, though you wouldn't know it to see me on class days. Those days fucking drain me to the limit. But every other day I'm doing my work for class, doing my chores, keeping up with life. It's nice.
7. I've managed to cut down to two colas a day, and swapped out regular Sprite for Sprite Zero. I drink a cup of coffee (milk, no sugar) and a glass of orange juice each morning. All these things are good. I eat breakfast (eggs, two pieces of toast with a schmear of butter). My cardiologist didn't recommend any specific diet, simply advised me to eat a balanced diet and try to cut out sweets and junk food as much as possible. So this, I think, is a good start.
8. We're going to game night on Sunday night. Yay!
