Back to Normal

Blogspot seems to have gotten over its bugs, although that last post didn't post till sometime later, and who knows what this one will do.
Life is starting to return to normal. It took me a long time to get over jet lag, partly because I didn't try to, but stayed up till unreasonable hours every night.
Then I decided to work on a quilt project, which involved working out a pattern for some pieces that I brought from home. More pieces will have to be cut sometime; and sometime in the unforeseeable future, maybe I will start sewing them together. But that's a back-burner project now, since I have to put my composer-linguist hat back on. My hat says composer on the front and linguist on the back. Unless I turn it inside-out (which might be right-side out, I forget which is which), and then it says linguist on the front and composer on the back.
After reading a book on getting things done, I got into a getting-organized frame of mind, which may have been partly successful. If I am going to get an electric piano, I am going to have to make space for it. And if I am going to be pianolating or pianifying or pianolyzing, in addition to what I do now, I'll have to regulate my time better. I hope to get something accomplished day by day, without always getting burnt out to keep from being bored or burnt out to keep from feeling guilty.
I hope to finish reading through the book of Psalms in Hebrew (with English alongside) by the end of October. In evening worship we've been reading Genesis in Hebrew. The problem with that is that in the evening I am getting so sleepy that I can't make my eyes focus on Hebrew letters. About bedtime I get a second wind, and then I like to stay up late because it's nice and quiet. Not a good idea really. I need to get up with the sun.
I discovered a website with many children's books, originally written in English, all converted to pdf's and translated into Hebrew. I was surprised to find how few good books there are, or have been, for the last 50 years. The artwork is often terrible, and some of the stories are too much into weird fantasy and magic. And the artwork is terrible. Seems like that I need to say that twice. I can tolerate a lot of fantasy and a lot of different styles of art, but even so I find many children's books ugly and intolerable. But reading children's books is a very good way to learn Hebrew. You learn language relating to everyday situations. I'm not interested in politics or current events (however there are planes flying overhead and I wonder what's happening in Gaza about now). I just need to know about home life, plants, animals, and people doing ordinary things, speaking ordinary language, and having ordinary thoughts. A book helps you catch up on what you didn't run into in real life because you just happened to be on a different continent.