So how's by you? Me, you wouldn't believe it, I'm in the middle of the desert, in a place they call a moshav (a kibbutz I heard of, but what's with moshav?). My daughter, she should be healthy, is off on some 2000 partnerships thing, I think maybe it's a Jewish dating service - a wonderful opportunity, so many years she's divorced, such a shame, and 50 is the new 40, that's what they say in those fancy magazines she reads (such prices you wouldn't believe, they should be ashamed).

So I knew I should come and help my grandson and the daughter-in-law take care of the baby (such a bright boy, nu, a genius), what with my daughter running around in Australia. They told me that I didn't have to make the long trip from New York, they would manage somehow without my help - such lovely considerate young people they are. They thought that the flight would be too much for me at my age, but I knew that they really wanted me to come, because everybody needs their Bobba.

I'm staying in my daughter's house, which is just across the road from my grandson and the daughter-in-law. I'm happy to tell you that the house is clean, her father (alav hashalom) and me, we taught her well. But the kitchen cabinets aren't arranged like they should be, so I took everything out and put it back proper, much better, she will thank me when she comes home. I also had a little peek in the daughter-in-law's cabinets when she took the baby to the clinic, and I found some terrible stuff that must have gone bad, all black, with a funny name, I think it's called Marmice. Feh, I threw it away. Fortunately it's from South Africa, so she won't be able to get anymore in the Holy Land.  When the daughter-in-law gets back we'll have a little talk, I think maybe it's enough with the breastfeeding already, so big the baby is, kenahurra, nine months old, it's not nice.

Oy, the electricity went off again, but my grandson says that it happens a lot. But don't worry, I'll just sit in the dark.