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crabby rangoon’s comment on my last post inspired me to dedicate a complete post to airline meals. Crabby tells about a terrible breakfast she had. she blogged about it here. she’s even posted an excellent photo of the remains.

I admit. I wrote that I like airline food, but nowhere in my post did I say it was tasty. Every time I board a flight, I swear I will not touch the food served on it. I even bring sandwiches from home. But once the small plastic trays are served with the little compartments and packages, I can’t help myself.

I always regret having the meal after eating it. I usually don’t make it to the destination and have to empty myself in some form or other in the airplane small toilet.

Mind you, this is on luxury flights, when we decide to spoil ourselves and take the economy class of a charter plane. Usually we fly with the goats in the back. If the food was not prepared beforehand, we would probably be peeling the potatoes for the other passengers. “Faster!” the head stewerdess would shout: “lunch is almost served and the potatoes aren’t cooked yet!”.

But the food is prepared beforehand, so our only task is making sure the goats don’t eat the passengers luggage. They have a habit of doing that.

I haven’t written anything in a few days. I’ve posted, but not written. the reason is, that I’ve nothing to write about. I’m tired and my mind is blank. the baby could come between now and even a month away, if he insists on staying inside.

I’m supposed to meet Aya and Karin for coffee this morning at the bonne patisserie. I’ve said before that that cafe can’t go wrong, but the sandwich I’ve eaten there Friday was far from perfect and it made me think of airline food. good thing i like airline food. i know it’s sick, but i like the little boxes it arrives in with everything packed in separate packages.

link to site with photos and descriptions of airline meals

As a person with curved feet, I cannot even imagine what he must be going through every day of his tormented life.

Dr. Arbel told me today that my chances have not improved and that I still have a 20% chance to give natural birth. I thought about it and decided, with her encouragement, that despite the bleak forecast, I will aim for a natural birth and take into account the possibility of a c-section. At least I’ll know I tried.

When I picked Noah up from the kindergarten. I ran into Bila, the neighborhood Dula, and told her about this. She said I should speak to her. I think I’ll call her tomorrow morning.

Yesterday some guy approached me in the street.

Good luck with the delivery, he said. It’s a boy, isn’t it?

Yes, it is. I answered.

Well, in two weeks, when you give birth (I haven’t told him my due date. He just guessed), you should name your son Shimon, after my neighborhood Rabbi.

Thanks, I said. I’ll consider it, but I can’t promise anyting.

I told Noah that the baby is coming real soon and he replied very formally “thank you for letting me know, mother”. I love his responses. Ironically, I’m most proud when he gives me a cheeky answer. Not that this was the case at this instance.

I have my gynecologist appointment tomorrow. I want to hear what she has to say. Last pregnancy I had to undergo a c-section because the labor wasn’t progressing properly. The doctor will tell me tomorrow what my chances are of delivering this baby naturally. if they are low, I will have to schedule an elective c-section. Funny that it’s elective, seeing that I might not have a choice.

Other than that, I opened the day at La Bonne Patisserie. I wanted to order the Opera cake - a chocolate layered cake with a golden ornaments on top, but the owner didn’t let me. She said I will feel to heavy afterwards and restricted me to a brioche. Gotta love these girls!

I have to put fresh batteries in my camera so I can start posting stuff I see during my day.

Friday morning James and I go to Le Bonne Patisserie for croissants and such. Yesterday we took Noah with us. He wasn’t sick any longer, but we decided to keep him at home until Sunday. It was funny, because there was a woman there complaining to the waitress that she was served a croissant without a knife and fork. This was not the only thing she was complaining about, but this was the most remarkable I think. There are always funny things going on there, because the people who come to Bazel Square are pompous asses. Not including myself, of course.

In the evening we went to dinner at my parents house and had a wonderful meal as usual. Noah fell asleep in the car, so it was even quiet and relaxed. What a nasty mom I am. I took loads of food home from them, so I don’t have to cook this week.

Last thing I can write about is rearranging the house. We put some nice old shelves we got from Aya and filled them with all our stuff and I believe the house is going to improve now after this. Like Noah pointed out this week, we are still missing some pictures on the wall.

Well, I was wrong. Apparently the kid is still sick. He has a high fever and I’m afraid he caught whatever all the other kids at the kindergarten had the past few weeks. A mixture of eye, stomach and ear ailments. Poor thing. I’m trying to make an appointment to his doctor for tomorrow morning, but the stupid service doesn’t answer.

damn! I think I heard that beeping again! There’s a weird beeping every now again in the neighborhood. I’ve taken a few strolls to try and find the source of this random beeping (random times, random rhythms) but I couldn’t find it. It can’t be stopped until someone finds out the source!!!

Oh, I made those Cinnamon pretzels I wrote about the other day. Not very interesting, but it’s always nice to have something freshly baked at home. They didn’t turn out so pretty, so no photo.

He woke up healthy and happy, but I let him stay at home one more day to be on the safe side.

Poor little Noah has a high fever. he even asked for medicine himself. Now he’s making me a green painting.