Women’s Day & birthday

A little late as the day is nearing its end, but Happy International Women’s Day anway! A few fun things I came across on my Twitter timeline today…

And because I really like Sandi Toksvig, I’m sharing this one as well. I know it made me laugh…

I’m also partial to this Audrey Hepburn quote on women…

This following clip feels very apt, especially in light of new micro-manager drama that came to light at work. For some reason he mostly seems to piss off the women and this is how the women are reacting…

This Richard E. Grant tweet made me smile…

… just like this one from Hugh Jackman…

… which reminded me of this tweet from Richard Armitage last year. Extra poignant in light of how ill his mum must have been at the time…

But today is also the birthday of my favourite feminist in the world: Mr Esther! Keeping it low-key, the man is a little tired, but he’s looking awfully cute today in a new dark blue bathing robe I got him and his new reading glasses.

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Happy birthday to Mr E. and happy International Women’s Day to all! Off to get yummy Chinese takeaway now, to celebrate. It’s getting late and we’re hungry…

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H(e)arts for Valentine’s Day

Still in Hart to Hart mode in my spare time and what better day to share something Hart to Hart related than on Valentine’s Day!

For those who don’t know or don’t remember, Hart to Hart was a TV show at the beginning of the 1980s about Jonathan Hart (played by Robert Wagner), a self-made millionaire, and his wife Jennifer Hart (played by Stefanie Powers), who in every episode stumble upon murder and solve those mysteries, whether near home in Los Angeles or somewhere else in the world during their travels.

hart-to-hartThey are filthy rich (but do remain relatable!), the stories are of course unlikely, almost every episode has some sort of (car) chase and sees Jonathan beating up the bad guy and the Harts always win. And yet, I used to be fascinated when I watched this series back in the 1980s on German TV (where it was called Hart aber Herzlich). It was fairytale, crime-solving fun, I guess, with at the heart the close relationship between Jonathan and Jennifer. Now, as I re-watch it, I find it a little dated but also find the relationship between Jennifer and Jonathan still has a very irresistible quality. They are truly happily married, very much in love, they have fun together and the way they look at each other… ah, the magic between these two still jumps at you, right off the screen! What I love is that nothing ever threatens their marriage, all challenges come from the outside, they trust each other completely and are completely committed to each other. Who says steady relationships on TV are doomed to be boring?  This one totally isn’t. Their joy in being together is infectious and they are very happy together, as this fan video beautifully shows…

… and they make each other smile…

… and they totally fancy each other…

They are best friends to boot and I find that, in hindsight, they made me dream of having such a relationship myself one day. I know now, all these years after I first saw Hart to Hart, that I have been lucky in that regard. OK, so we’re no millionaires, and we have never solved murders or handled guns or been in a car chase, but Mr Esther and I are best friends, we have fun together and we very much fancy each other. We kiss each other every day, we are always pleased to see each other again after we’ve been apart and, like Jennifer and Jonathan, we trust each other implicitly and we have complete confidence in each other. It’s been like this with us for 27 years now (picture below taken on our 27th first kiss-iversary a few weeks ago).

We never ‘do’ Valentine’s Day at our house, it’s of no importance to me or Mr Esther as we just don’t find it necessary to remind each other to appreciate each other. Yet, somehow, I find myself doing yet another V-Day post due to two things: firstly, because of the Harts, who have been ghosting around in my head for a little while now, and secondly, because as I was on my way home from work this afternoon, I passed by this Donut place and couldn’t resist buying these…

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My daughter decided that Mr Esther and I should have the two white donuts, while she and my son had the red and green donuts. It was yummy, accompanied by a nice evening cup of tea and now, at the end of the day, I find myself musing on how nice it can be for two h(e)arts to be so in synch, whether on the TV screen or in real life. ❤️ ❤️

New hope

Mr Esther came home from hospital this afternoon. 🙂 He still needs rest and some monitoring but he’s well enough to be at home. He has follow-up appointments at the end of next week to see whether further action is necessary but for now he’s good and he’s home. My view this evening is very pleasant (Mr E with cup of tea in hand, listening intently to my daughter and some theory she was putting forward)…

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Now that he’s getting better, I am not so well, with a bad cold (but not sick enough to stay in bed). That’s OK, though, because he’s home and that’s what counts.

What is also good is that I have a job interview tomorrow. All is quiet at work right now but all is as yet still unresolved and I am waiting for the next eruption. In the meantime, I’ve been looking around for other work and applied for a job elsewhere last week. They called me today and want to meet with me tomorrow! Who knows, maybe they will be my ticket out of my current job mess? There are three of us at the heart of the current protests: one colleague’s contract will not be renewed and the other colleague is also applying and doing interviews elsewhere. Now, wouldn’t it be a coup if the three of us would at the same time be able to give them the finger? That would mean that half of our sub-department would be leaving – watch them scramble to fill that up! Anyway, a new hope is dawning, now that I am at least able to get invited for job interviews at organisations that interest me. Fingers crossed that I want them and they want me. 🙂

A smile back on my face

First off, news on the Mr E front is very promising as his health is improving! They want to keep him in hospital for a little longer to see if his improvement continues. If blood levels are good on Monday morning (which looks likely going by how much better they were today), then he can come home again on Monday afternoon. 🙂 This is a great relief and now leaves a little room in my brain and heart for other, more fun, stuff again.

One such fun thing is what my younger brother shared with the family today. He is staying with my mother for a few days and came across these two pictures from my childhood. Going by how small my younger brother and sister were (they are 7 months apart in age, two babies that had joined our family from Nazareth in 1973), and the sweaters we were wearing (this is just outside Jerusalem, which got a little chilly in winter but was warm in summer), these pictures must have been taken in the winter of 1973/1974. I know the pictures but haven’t seen them for ages! I was close to 4 when these were taken, I’m the little blonde girl on the right. I have a fleeting memory of these pictures being taken as I distinctly remember sitting on that wall for these pictures, something I wasn’t normally allowed to do on my own.

20181231_092535img-20190111-wa0011The brother who shared these pictures is the little baby in the front in this second picture. The guy in the back with the curls is not a sibling of mine but is a violinist who stayed in our small back garden guesthouse for a while. I have no idea how he came to stay there or how my parents knew him. He gave my older sister (in front with the babies) and brother (beside me) violin lessons. His name is Volker Biesenbender, I just looked him up and he is quite prolific. He was a student of Yehudi Menuhin and I even found clips of him on YouTube, like this one:

I remember Volker’s face and his name, but I don’t recall what he was like or how long he stayed. It’s so sweet to see the little black dog in Volker’s arms. He was our family dog, Lalo, and we absolutely adored him until he died when I was 10.

I can now walk around with a smile on my face: Mr Esther is getting better, I had to finish off some work today which I at first totally botched but then managed to fix again and then got the task done as well, and I have sweet childhood memories flooding back. Real life duties call now, but that’s not so bad if you can smile. 🙂

Here we go again

So, Mr Esther took a turn for the worse yesterday evening. Long story short: went to hospital last night because of fever and not being able to keep food down. Mini-me S insisted on coming as well (she really wants to work in a hospital one day)…

… and Mr Esther had to stay the night and will have to stay a few nights more. S went to bed at around 2.15 am, I went an hour and a half later after bringing Mr Esther some of his things and getting messages out to people (family and also colleagues on my work phone) while having a half glass of Baileys to unwind.

Mr Esther’s pancreas is inflamed, so he’s on fluids and antibiotics now. He’s thankfully not as sick as he was in October, but this still isn’t fun.

I’ve had it with all the drama this past year or so. 🤨