Body parts and parking strategies

When you look at the driving and parking routines here, there is no doubt that we are in the Middle East. Möllevången in Malmö, where I moved from, is of course like a Middle East Light, but this is the real thing! If you don't have any guts, you will never leave your spot. You have to demand space on the road and all cars have bumps and scratches here and there. I guess my father would never survive, since every little flaw on his vehicles drives him crazy and needs to be fixed immediately. The passenger is often used to block a parking spot until the driver can get there with the car and you have to look as big and intimidating as possible so people respect you standing there waiting. I don't know why they have painted white markings on the parking lots in the first place, since no one gives a damn anyway and stand in all different orientations...

Today we went to a new supermarket where they have a drive on chicken and we bought them for 31 Agurot per kilo, which is about two thirds of a Swedish Corona. After a major butching session we now have the whole freezer full of legs, wings, and chests, as well as leftover carcasses for making soup.

This weekend we have the kids and on Saturday we will visit a kibbutz in Golan Heights where an aikidoka we know lives. We will join for their cherry harvest and enjoy a big barbecue! Tomorrow we will take Goshen to the vet and I will join, because I want to talk to him. He clearly had found some parasite and the medicine she gets is Ivermectin, which is a broad-spectrum antiparasitic medication. However, it is not relieving her from all her discomfort, so some other strategy has to be added to the picture! I hope the vet is a reasonable and open-minded man...