Uneventful visit

My son was visiting for a few days, so that explains the hiatus in my blog postings.  While he was here he went to visit his mother in the Home a lot.  He’s a good son.  He also forced me to buy new toys, as he always does, a new microwave oven and a new computer monitor.  He said the one I had was too small.

I also bought a new pair of trousers.  Dark for the winter, but medium weight, the winter trousers I have from the US are much too heavy for the mild winters here.  I wore them for the first time when we were invited out for dinner.  After dinner I had to go to the toilet.  But, when I got there I found I could not pull down the zip, it was stuck.  This presented a problem, since I needed to go urgently.  What to do?  I acted quickly.  I squeezed liquid soap on the zip.  A bit of pulling up and down and it gave way.  Phew! That was close.

We took my son to visit the Andarta (memorial) for the Negev Brigade, a few hundred local inhabitants with a few soldiers, who in the Israeli War of Independence in 1948, together managed to defeat all comers and save the Negev for Israel.  The structure on the top of a hill overlooking Beersheva was designed by Danny Karavan and is really unique, a large multifaceted concrete structure, with a tower, a dome and several soaring projections and snake-like extensions.  The approach to it is on a gravelly path up the hill, with a fence of bollards connected by metal chains, to stop vehicles approaching it.  Of course, I managed to fall over the chain and saved myself with my hands, that were perforated by many small pieces of gravel.  I survived.

While my son was here my favorite carpenter, Geraldo, returned from Uruguay, and came to remove the door of the bathroom, which I wanted him to change from black to the same faux striped wood formica to match all the other doors.  It seems that the contractor who did the renovations changed all the other doors, but this one.  When my son came home he was very indignant.  How could he go to the toilet or shower in a bathroom without a door?  I promised him I would not look.

After my son left I decided to put white contact paper on the bottom of the black cupboard by the bathroom, of which I had also asked Geraldo to recover the door and drawers with the same formica.  Although the contact paper went on fine, one corner did not stick down.  Since I could not get it to stick I decided to use a dab of crazy glue on it.  I had given up on the tiny tubes of crazy glue, since they harden after one use.  So I had a small bottle of the stuff.  The fine top seemed to be blocked, so I used the bottle itself.  In a few seconds I dropped a few dabs of the glue on the surface.  But, suddenly as if by magic, the crazy glue seemed to defy gravity and spread upwards all over my hands.  How it happened I don’t know, but I rushed to the sink and poured water and soap on my hands, to no avail.  The fingers on both hands had a white coating that was in fact  joined to my skin.

I brushed it with a coarse brush but it didn’t come off.  It looked like a dreaded disease or the skin of the survivors of the atomic bomb.  I then tried alcohol, but that didn’t work, then turpentine and that worked a little bit.  But, finally I had a small amount to acetone and that worked well, and took about 80% of it off.  Then to get the rest off, that was thicker, I used  abrasive carborundum paper, by using an edge I could be quite accurate. Finally, I washed my hands in warm soapy water, and then used hand cream. I got about 95% of it off.  My hands look and feel normal again.  Why do these things happen to me, it took a few seconds to put on the crazy glue and about an hour to remove it from my hands.  Lesson, never use crazy glue without gloves!

Geraldo returned with the re-covered bathroom door, and the cupboard doors and drawers, as well as with a nice cupboard with shelves that exactly fits in place of another door that is no longer functional, because the contractor built two new rooms out back.  These new renovations look very nice and are very pleasing.  Geraldo was smiling and so was I.

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