asher63 (asher63) wrote,

Retrospective: 8 years.

It was actually in October - November of 2011 that I visited Israel, but I didn't get around to posting the photos on LJ until January 2012. This set is from Allenby Street, one of the grittier parts of Tel Aviv. It had been a few years since I'd traveled abroad. TNG's mom had been very fond of international travel, but this was my first time traveling alone.

In March, I joined DreamWidth.

In May, May Day rioters vandalzied Valencia Street, very close to where I lived:

In July, I visited historic Mission Dolores, just a block or two from my home:

After my earlier visit to Israel, I promised myself I'd make a second visit within a year or less, and I did:

I'm staying at a decent, budget hotel on Allenby Street in southern Tel Aviv, and I'm upstairs from a bar and two pizza shops. I get a kick out of this area because it's so much the opposite from the pictures of Israel that you see in tourist guides. Anyway, I'm not far from the bus station, and I expect I'll catch the 405 to Jerusalem in the next couple of days.

I've been sleeping intermittently since about 6pm. They had some loud music downstairs around 1 or 2am, I think the cops made them turn it down.

I'm feeling a LOT more comfortable getting around in Hebrew, this time around.
"This is your classic Tel Aviv picture. About 70 percent of the city looks like this: crumbling Bauhaus. I find it both repellent and irresistible."

Now here's a retro-retrospective: I was actually married twice. Back in the mid-1980s, long before I crossed paths with TNG's mom, I was married for two years to this very classy lady. That's a tale that won't get told here, but after we went our separate ways she moved to Israel, and that's where we met up about 25 years later:

The end of the year found me in a reflective mood:

My mind turns constantly toward thoughts of the future - particularly my planned move back to Oregon (at long last!) but also my future more generally. Where will I be? What will I be doing? Who will be a part of my life?

Right now I'm sitting on the overstuffed leather couch in my living room. It was a housewarming gift from my good friend B when I first moved into this apartment in September of 2010. It's also my bed. Bunny has the bed in the bedroom, and (mostly) the room itself; she's with me about half the week, and spends the rest of her time with her mom a few blocks away.

Against the opposite wall sits my Oxford English Dictionary across the tops of two small bookcases (the volumes are too tall to fit on the lower shelves), and on the other side of the TV are my Encyclopaedia Britannica and the rest of my books. The Britannica is the 1973 edition, which my family proudly purchased new when I was in grade school. I still use it - and the much newer OED - regularly.

The vintage clock I inherited from my parents still sits atop my tall bookcase. It's silent now just because I needed a break from the ticking and the chimes - I'm very fond of the clock but it is quite loud, and silence is a rare and precious commodity for me. Plus, I sleep in the same room with it, and I need my sleep.

The smells from my kitchen are frozen enchiladas, canned tuna, pasta, and burner spill, but mostly burner spill. At least the place is somewhat clean - last week I broke down and shelled out for a housecleaning service. It was well worth it - unless you're an especially zealous housekeeper, there's always going to be that stain you keep overlooking. And after it's been there long enough, you don't see it anymore.

TNG just stopped by to collect his allowance and say hi. I'm taking him to see 'The Hobbit' tomorrow. He's now 17 years old - how did that happen? - and while I haven't seen as much of him as I would have liked, I'm pleased with the young man that he is becoming.
Tags: life, retrospective

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