4/10/2009
Ever since i remember myself i had a working box, it came with me wherever i went.(when i lived in the caravan on the Yarkon river,also where with me in the yacht in the marina.
after the age of, lets say 22, i had even 2 boxes. i remember trying to fix my first motorcycle inside my zero floor apartment (i just entered the whole bike inside the door) trying to fix the cylinders, watch what there is inside.. (-:.
I also remember quite well how sad i was when i picked up the phone to order a tow truck to drag them to the garage.
I "just" took all main parts apart and could not bring them together properly. the manager at the garage saw what i did and greeted:"i should cut your both hands.."
well, thats my problem. can happen any time a man try. later i had to pay him on the overhaul and so i did.
Now i have 11 working boxes and a
working table. all needed, each one for its own purpose and purpose.
I am feeling BAD for a week now, i caught a cold from someone i know and it let me feel dizzy and tired all the time.
It all started on Monday when there was the Jewish holiday and continued through Thursday when i did not go to the Judo practice on that day.
I will feel very bad if i am around people and i am not in a good condition.
Friday was better and a friend of mine woke me up by phone 45 minutes before 17:00 to ask if there is a training- that was good luck for me, gave me the exact time to grab my bicycle and rush there. the practice was short but good enough for my actual condition at the moment.
During that time i have finished reading 2 and a half books. the first two were since books for teenagers published at 1967 - before i was born and before man landed on the moon.
Both books where vary interesting and have filled me with a lot of material that i did not know. It was time for someone to read them after "waiting" for about 30 years on the shelf of my old room.
with a lot of respect to the author, and i mean that, i through them both to the garbage after reading.
The third book was a present of mine to my brother at February 1995 and called: "The Oceans - a celebration".
it is book full of beautiful pictures and 10 chapters. each chapter is written by another well known Doctor (marine biologists, oceanographers.. so on and so forth) i am at chapter five called: "Eat or be eaten: Gambling for survival", Dr Martin Angel.
This week i worked a little at my roof garden, cleaned and threw away some bad looking flower pots. also i planted some radish seeds near my door and i wish to see them grow.
For the Finale, to leave some good taste and help me forget this bad feeling i will try to end up with a nice Brazilian song found this time in a porn site: