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The day I registered my blog on; (August 15, 2009)

I was reviewing my diary and I stumbled on the day I started publishing my posts on

It was Thursday, September 18, 2008 at around 3 pm, and my niece Joanna helped me open a “blog”. Obviously, wordpress can state the exact date, but this was an opportunity to recall this eventful day: I used to write exhaustive diaries, everyday, for over 5 years until my computer broke down.

I got up around 8 a.m. and I did my routine tasks of exercising, working in the garden, and feeding the damned chickens (because mother and brother-in-law love to raise fowls) till 10 a.m.

The weather was mostly cloudy.  My niece Adrea went to work with her father Victor.  My nephew William returned by 8:30 a.m. from his morning biking trek, wearing professional biking outfits.

I had tanning and Joanna was epilating her legs because she was joining her mother Raymonde to a “sob7iheh” (morning meeting) in a Zaarour restaurant managed by “ladies only” and which closes for the day after lunch.

I bought Exforge for mother, the strongest blood pressure medicine, for 85,000 LL and then spent the morning at the private library of Maitre Phares Zoghbi.

A 60-year old Brazilian nephew of maitre Phares, named Jose-Antonio, arrived last night for a visit and they prepared a luncheon in his honor at a nearby house.  I left by 1:45 p.m. and borrowed “Chroniques de Gaza” by Caroline Mangez.

I collected just 5 eggs and watered part of the garden.

I removed to my study and saw Joanna working on her portable.  I reminded her that she promised me to open a blog and she did.

I sat by her side and we went through the queries. My site is; the affix 49 is the year of my birth year since Adonis was already taken.

I had lunch around 5:45 p.m and Joanna joined me.  I had a short nap of 30 minutes to rest my aching back.

I removed to my study to start my diary and met Nadine, the red-headed graphic designer and the “rababeh” player, a simple musical instrument of 3 chords.

Mother worked all day on her tomato Ketchup, cleaning, and packing the “bamieh”.

I tried to start publishing articles on my blog of but the internet was acting up everytime I clicked on “publish”.

I checked my emails and sent a message to Cedric.  This might turn out to be a time-consuming process of publishing what I have written: I spent over an hour just for one article to go.

It is 7 p.m. and my niece Ashley had just arrived home and will pick up her sister Joanna to watch her play at Mounir Abou Debs house, a theater director, living 6 months in France and 6 months in the town of Fraykeh (Lebanon).

Victor arrived around 10 p.m. with my younger niece Adrea and we helped him carry up to our enclosed balcony two large boxes of tomatoes.

I told Victor that mother is too tired to process more tomatoes and he said that his brother Nicholas gave them to him.

I watched part of a movie at my sister Raymonde’s and gave a rub to Victor’s legs.  I resumed watching cables till after 1 a.m.




September 2022

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