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So begins the Year of the Rat [Feb. 7th, 2008|06:48 am]
February's chill is just as appropriate as January to start a new year--and this one's the year of the rat. Perfect knowing I'm not going to Austin.

Delete four hours' blinding work on HomeCity looking for a place to live. 12 possible homes--beautiful homes--homes I liked, homes on transit.

Gone. Poof.

No, I'm not looking for another house in Knoxville. Maybe if I did, we'd be gone.

I can't stop crying. I mark off another day and wonder what I did to deserve prison.

Stupid cat will not shut up--now, he sits on the ottoman in my office and stars at me and yells and yells and yells all day long.

I liked the apartment in Beaverton better than this house. At least, I could get out without fear of falling on the uneven yard or dark steps. At least, there were sidewalks to walk on.

I'm sorry to move to this place. I thought it would be better for Tony than the pressure cooker of dell.

Hope--just gone out the window. Goodbye.
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Just a quote for the moment [Jan. 14th, 2008|06:53 am]
"You cannot control the world outside,
but you can choose what you will bring into yourself.
If you do not see anything of value in your life,
begin by finding one thing of beauty every day until it becomes a habit."
— Ron Rathbun
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Add one name to the list of my heroes [Jan. 7th, 2008|10:36 pm]
[Current Location |Home]
[mood | content]
[music |Fly Robin Fly--Rocking Robin]

It's Tony Kyle, my spouse of almost 26 years. Today, he found an injured robin at work. The poor little bird could not walk straight or hold its head up. He called me almost in tears and I told him to call Dr. Wright.

Dr. Wright's office referred us to a vet clinic right across the street from where Tony works. They took the bird for free and promised to help in whatever way they could. Tony's suspecting that tonight the little robin is flying with the angels.

Some people would have just seen the bird and 'let nature take its course.' I know God watches over even the sparrows--but I think he's put us on this Earth to be kind to His creatures as well.

Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father. Matthew 10:29

This is not the first, nor do I suspect it will be the last, time that Tony's done something heroic to save an animal in need. He's run out in traffic when a lady's dogs skipped their leads, grabbed a dinner plate sized turtle off the road, just done a lot of kindness. He's a very good man.
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Didn't get a Werd in the Top 15, but I did get 4 werds of the Day [Jan. 3rd, 2008|04:59 pm]
[Tags|, , ]
[mood | annoyed]
[music |It's Only Words]

The Addictionary.org is pleased to announce our top 15 WERDS of 2007! Thanks to all our loyal contributors for making it a memorable year. Keep those werds coming!



Following are the top 15 Addictionary werds of 2007.

15. petophile <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=2383&amp;word=petophile> (n) – A person that cannot stand to see an animal go homeless and feels compelled to adopt every stray.

14. oncallogist <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=283&amp;word=oncallogist> (n) – A doctor who is on call all the time

13. AlGoreaphobia <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=1208&amp;word=algoreaphobia> (n) – The irrational fear of Al Gore

12. stalkarazzi <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=1893&amp;word=stalkarazzi> (n) – Photographers who stalk celebrities

11. preciprocate <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=1876&amp;word=preciprocate> (v) – To do someone a small favor in anticipation of them doing you an even bigger favor in return

10. Spielburb <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=2015&amp;word=spielburb> (n) – A bland, monochromatic (typically beige) suburban tract, akin to those frequently depicted in Steven Spielberg movies

9. badolescent <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=926&amp;word=badolescent> (n) – A misbehaving teenager

8. addadictomy <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=1188&amp;word=addadictomy> (n) – Surgical procedure performed on a female patient who desires to change gender

7. clandestination <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=662&amp;word=clandestination> (n) – 1) A secret stopover on a trip; 2) A vacation hideaway; 3) A country so remote no one can find it

6. agnostoholic <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=2187&amp;word=agnostoholic> (n) – One who takes an "I'll believe it when I see it" or "prove it" attitude to everything

5. lexecutioner <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=774&amp;word=lexecutioner> (n) – A person with a particular knack for butchering language

4. narcisexual <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=1955&amp;word=narcisexual> (n) – One who is extremely attracted to oneself

3. injurwii <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=2192&amp;word=injurwii> (n) – An injury sustained while playing Wii

2. strawphylactic <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=1601&amp;word=strawphylactic> (n) – The little piece of paper that a server leaves on the end of a straw in a non-alcoholic drink

1. bromance <http://addictionary.org/browse/word/view/?w=431&amp;word=bromance> (n) – The heterosexual relationship between two men who are together constantly
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The Upside of Alzheimers [Jan. 3rd, 2008|02:41 pm]
[mood |bittersweet]
[music |If I Could Save Time in a Bottle--Jim Croce]

I just got off the phone with Aunt Jeanne. Uncle Dick's dementia is progressing far more rapidly than any of us imagined or hoped. He now needs 24-hour attendance.

It's a crime for such a wonderfully engaging mind to be lost like this. The stories he could have told--of the navy, of Colorado tourism, of police work...

An ironic and bittersweet upside is that he no longer remembers he hates broccoli. LOL! Somewhere, something regarding personal preferences reset and he's trying all kinds of things he wouldn't do before.

This sounds like such a "Pollyanna" post for me, but I had to share the odd laughter along with the tears.

I remember one of Cousin Tom's headache provoking questions regarding his mother-in-law, who also has dementia. I don't remember precisely how Tom phrased it, but he said:

"You're caring for someone with Alzheimer's. You know they are not going to remember what you do for them. You would not do anything abusive in any way, but do you take their preferences as seriously as you would when they could remember?"

I had to answer that I'd have to do what I could live with. I don't have to please anyone all of the time, but I would still take her pleasure in the moment into account as much as I could--because 'in the moment' pleasure was maybe all she'd get.

UGH--in the moment pleasure over broccoli. That's one of the few things George Bush, Sr. and I ever agreed on!
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Something else to look forward to--NEW BOOKS! [Jan. 2nd, 2008|01:47 pm]
[mood | bouncy]

Guess what's waiting for me at B&N!!!!! Mwaa haa haa!!!!

Iron Kissed--Patricia Briggs
Kitty--Carrie Vaughn


PLUS:

1/29/08--Unquiet Dreams—Marc Del Franco
2/26/08—Madhouse—Rob Thurman
2/26/08—The Outlaw Demon Wails—Kim Harrison
4/1/08—The King’s Bastard—CE Murphy
4/1/08—Magic Burns—Ilona Andrews
5/6/08—From Dead to Worse—Charlaine Harris
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Go Tartar!!! [Jan. 2nd, 2008|09:40 am]
[music |Eye of the Tiger --for Tara]

I laughed so hard when I saw Tara in the bathtub last night chasing her tail. She'd capture that snaky tail against the side of the tub and try to snatch it. And she plays now. She's doing so well, I am very impressed and proud of her.

Okay, I really am now thinking that weight loss is possible and desirable. My cat is my inspiration. LOL!

Got 3 Amazon reviews written yesterday, which is a great start on my 1000.

Today, I'm going to try to check out my own writing and I have a challenge to write up.
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Happy New Year [Jan. 1st, 2008|08:13 am]
[mood | contemplative]
[music |Wake up Every New Day]

I didn't wake up in a good frame of mind. Well, honestly, I never do, but the 'heating system' in this house is beyond ridiculous. I'm not quite sure what to do about sleeping hot now. I guess I'm opening the vent in my office and letting my legs freeze so I can sleep cooler. Currently, that seems to be the only sensible option. Meanwhile, Tony's cold in the master.

I already started my third year in Knoxville back November 16. No, I don't feel any better about being here.

Do I have a bad attitude? Yes, obviously, but I also have bad experience and I know a bad fit when I feel it, too.

It's the Stephen Covey analogy where he selects a member of the audience in order to prove a point about adjusting to corporate culture and gives her someone else's glasses and then harangues her to get her to accept them. This particular woman tells him, in front of his audience:

no, I cannot see,
no, it won't get better,
no, I don't need to get a better attitude, I need to get these glasses off.

Covey's trying to get the woman to accept what she cannot--he says in most cases, everyone else has just gone along. That lady is my shero. In front of everyone she stuck to her guns.

I don't want to just go along with Knoxville. I'll do my best to get along, but if I can do anything to shorten my stay here, I will.

Well, why should I live here--or even want to? I feel better elsewhere. The dizzies didn't plague me in either Oklahoma City or Nashville. I have some faint hope that I'll feel decent elsewhere. That's better than looking forward to a life of reeling and nausea.

Looking forward---we do have tickets to five concerts so I have given myself something to look forward to. I'd cheerfully give them away to get out of here, but hey--if I'm here, I'll have all the fun I can:

Emmylou Harris, Patty Griffin, Shawn Colvin and Buddy Miller--January 12

Richard Thompson--January 21

The Indigo Girls--February 10

Gordon Lightfoot--February 11

BB King--March 29

RESOLUTIONS: Yes, I am making them. Whew--so what am I going to do?

1. Do 1000 Amazon Reviews this year. I am currently calling my number 860. There are some reviews from December 31 that have not shown up, but this takes into account the email I will have to write to Customer Service to get them put up, etc. I want to get back to reading books instead of spending so much time on the Mac just idling.

2. Exercise at least 2 hours a week and be mindful of what I eat. Yes, I want to lose weight and feel healthier. No, I am not stupid enough to say I'll lose X pounds, do the impossible. Setting hopefully reasonable and attainable goals, here. Right now, I wear a size 20 pant and I want to be at least two sizes less than that. Weight number, I probably don't want to know. I can tell you I weigh right now more than I ever have and it's depressive and futile eating--foodicide as it were.

3. Get a novel written and hopefully into submission. That's probably "Killer in the Kudzu" formerly "Serial." I'm hoping for more writing achievements than this and I honestly believe that RWU is the place to get there. To that end, I am writing the document to get Barbara's and my work separated and getting her to sign it before "Sweeney Todd" today.

4. Get another 100 werds into Addictionary.org. The activity is fun and I seriously think it's worthwhile. Who knows? I could actually end up with a word in Merriam-Webster. Doubt anyone would credit little old moi, but hey, it's still worth a try.

5. Get the doll mess cleaned up. I didn't pack the dolls up right, the basement has not worked as a doll room, I'm not sure I like the diningroom as a dollroom, etc. This may be the year that many of them are gone. I love my dolls and I have enjoyed the hobby, but this house and the display problems are forcing a decision and it's going to fall towards reducing.
6. Work on mind-body-spirit balance. I'm not sure what that means or entails, I'm opening that one up to the Universe and figuring I'll get some whacky, quacky and hopefully, useful, ideas as well.

What else? I can't think of anything. I have opened the damn 'heat' vent up and I'm already shivering, so I have go get a hot shower and get dressed.

Next on the agenda is the Writing Divorce Paperwork for Barbara....
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Good day [Dec. 24th, 2007|09:27 pm]
[mood |accomplished]

SPRAWLIDAYS was werd of the day. Someone told me it ended up on her local radio station. How cool is that?

I saw "I Am Legend" and "Charlie Wilson's War." I liked Charlie best.

Cindy sent me a birthday song for the last 12 days. Here it is:

It's to the tune of "12 Days of Christmas" and the crazy, wonderful lady sent it to me for the past 12 days! This is a keeper!

On the twelvth day after Bex' big dayyyy,

her Hoosier buddy sent to herrrr,



TWELVE hopping bunnies!!!!! (OMG we all know how THEY breed!!!)

Eleven flying squirelssssssssssssss,

Ten bumbling bearssssssssssss,

Nine screeching screech owls,

Eight hisssssssssssing snakes,

Seven howling coyotesssssssssssssss,

Six chittering raccoonssssssss,





FIVE JUNIOR CATSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!





Four chuckling hyenassssssssss,

Three raucous parrotsssss,

Two meowin' meezerssssssss,

And a VERY BAD headache from the singin!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh, and my challenge ended up being 2500 words long! GO ME!
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Got 2 out of the Top 10 Werds this Christmas! [Dec. 22nd, 2007|12:07 am]
[mood |accomplished]
[music |Smile Happy by War]

They had a contest this year with the winner getting an iPhone. I had two werds in the top 10, but didn't win. Still, I'm pretty happy about it. Want to see the werds? Here they are:

10. Jinglebills (n) – The large credit card bills that come in right after the Christmas shopping season

9. Santa cause (n) – A Christmas gift in which a donation to a charitable cause is given in the recipient's name

8. eggsnog (n) – A person who has had too much eggnog and wants to kiss anyone and everyone

7. wrapalanche (n) – The mountain of discarded wrapping paper and ribbons on Christmas morning

6. mistleshmoe (n) – The office drone who lurks in the doorway at holiday parties looking to get lucky

5. sprawlidays (n) – The festive occasion when the male members of a family become one with the living room couch

4. Clicksmas (n) – The act of doing all holiday planning, shopping and/or socializing online

3. Excessmas (n) – 1) The act of striving to achieve that "special holiday feeling" through excessive holiday spending 3) Too much holiday decoration. 4) Too much holiday celebration with food and/or adult beverages

2. tannenbomb (n) – The explosion of lights and ornaments hitting the floor after the cat attempts to climb the Christmas tree

And the winner of The Addictionary Holidaze'07 Lingo contest, submitted by New Yorker Walter Quinn:

1. Auld Lanxiety (n) – The angst one feels every December 31 upon the realization that one didn't keep any of last year's resolutions

Mine were EGGSNOG and SPRAWLIDAYS
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The scream in the night... [Dec. 21st, 2007|01:58 pm]
[mood |accomplished]

My first, but longtime ex-best friend was Sarah. In our freshman year, her family joined the White Flight out of the city to BFE, so Sarah could be in a safer, drug-free, white bread school.

Sarah's was an odd family. Matriarch was Sarah’s Grandma. Grandma had four daughters. Three got married. All of them ended up divorcing their husbands for one reason or another and moving back home to Mama.

At that time, Grandma, Sarah's Mom, an aunt, and Sarah lived in the house.

Aunt Mary lived out in the yard in a small trailer. She waitressed in the city and often stayed there when she had close shifts because the commute was about an hour each way.

One weekend when I got to come down, Sarah and I got the trailer to stay in. Sort of a girls’ camp out, if you know what I mean.

Well, things were going great. We were having a good time, watching scary movies and drinking hot chocolate, and doing teenaged girl stuff.

It’s midnight and we’re still going strong—but there’s a lull in the merriment. No stereo, TV...

Outside, we hear a scream.

My first thought is some crazy redneck is slaughtering Sarah’s family. She’s too scared to go out, so I give her the phone and tell her to wait by the open door (I needed the light to get back to the house).

It’s dark, it’s scary—but I head toward the house to see if there’s any way to know what’s happening.

SCREAM!

I realize two things. That scream is nowhere near the house and I’m scared to death.

The trailer door slams.

I’m running back and pounding on the door. Sarah finally lets me in. She was so scared, she shut me out. Yeah, it was not a joke on me—she didn’t have the guts to open the door to let her best friend back in.

Later, we learned what we heard was a screech owl. We laughed about it then.

Of course, I also learned that I couldn’t trust Sarah. She was not the kind of friend I wanted at my back.

The story is both funny and poignant now.
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Best compliments [Dec. 20th, 2007|03:04 pm]
LUCY:

You're so funny, I don't read your posts without Depends and my asthma inhaler.

MONIKA:

What doll she wants for Christmas:

A Tex-Becky that eats alone, cries, pooes and says "some achieve sh*t!" Mwahahahah!!!

Yeah, I'm twisted, but if you are reading this, you already know that.
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Christmas Wrappin' [Dec. 19th, 2007|05:44 am]
[mood | cheerful]
[music |Christmas Rappin']

What was I thinking when I agreed to help wrap Christmas gifts for Siamese Rescue at Barnes and Noble? Since I had to wrap my own gifts as a kid, I pretty much hate wrapping. I'm the one who takes all my stuff to organizations like that and donates $$$ so I don't have to wrap.

I can't remember the last gift I have wrapped....

I wanted to call in sick, but I gave my word--and Siamese Rescue is one of the best rescue organizations I know of. So...I went.

The first person was a sweet guy I knew was fandom pretty quickly. We talked about Weird Al as I awkwardly wrapped adn he helped--bless him. I wish I had gotten his name. I hope I run into him again.

And it was easy after him...

There was the family from New Orleans who lost everything to Katrina. They talked about being in a LA convent for 2 months, but the whole family was there and it was like a big slumber party. Then, they were relocated to Knoxville. They spent 2 months in the Hilton, some more time in an apartment, and finally were able to get a new home this year for Christmas. Sweet Dad and his two little girls buying gifts for their wife-Mom.

And the older lady with her two cats, rescued, of course. She just came by to donate and chat.

And the little lady who opened the emergency door. Another sweetie.

I needed that. My encounters with Knoxvillians have been chance and often not pleasant--people tripping over my cane, etc. This was a totally different and positive interaction.

K-town is still not home, but I feel more at home. Turns out one of the best Christmas gifts I got this year was the joy of giving. Well, no big surprise--it usually is.
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Interruptions [Dec. 18th, 2007|07:08 am]
[mood |accomplished]
[music |Respect yourself]

There are two kinds of people in this world. Those who think couples-friends who finish each others' sentences are 'cute' and those who wonder what they'd accomplish if they really listened to each other instead of anticipating what they'd say. I suspect the 'cute' voters are interrupters and the latter are those who've had their own thoughts cut off in mid-sentence.

"Speak up even if your voice is shaking" is a bumper sticker I should have gotten. Took me a long time to do that--well, as a kid, my father did his level best to teach me that resistance was futile.

The problem is--now that I am trying my best to speak up, I often feel like people are just not listening.

It's taken me a long time to like myself and realize that the crap I've gone to while not giving me polish, might actually have imposed the beginning of luster. God really doesn't mess with dross...

What I wish I could say...

Please allow me to shine on my own instead of reflecting yourself on me.
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Farewell Dan Fogelburg [Dec. 16th, 2007|08:45 am]
[mood | nostalgic]
[music |Nether Lands]

I just heard Dan Fogelburg died of pancreatic cancer. What a painful death for such a gentle soul. He will be missed.

He's one artist whose music I have loved throughout his career. Several of his recordings have started out as vinyl, been moved to tape, and ultimately to CD. That's the space where a lot of artists just got left behind.

Tony played "Leader of the Band" and I think "Auld Lang Syne" several times. Those were not the songs I thought of first.

"Scarecrow's Dream" has haunted me ever since I heard.

Seldom seem
A scarecrow's dream
Hanging the hopes of replacement
Castles tall
I've built them all
But I dreamed I was trapped in the basement

And if you ever hear me calling out
And if you've been by paupers crowned
Between the world of men and make believe I can be found

That's me---the scarecrow, the ragamuffin caught flame, burned and come back again.

And I send Dan to the light with the words of one of his other most beautiful songs:

Off in the nether lands
I heard a sound
Like the beating of heavenly wings
And deep in my brain
I can hear a refrain
Of my soul as she rises and sings
Anthems to glory and
Anthems to love and
Hymns filled with early delight
Like the songs that the darkness
Composes to worship the light.
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Making lemons into lemonade [Dec. 14th, 2007|08:20 am]
[mood |Proud]
[music |I can see clearly now]

My first experience with a glass eye was in 2000 when I took the Skullpture class with Betty Pat Gatliff in Norman, OK. Everything was going well--until I had to give my reconstructed skull eyes. I held the glass (well really acrylic) eyes in my hand and just about flipped out.

I pretty much knew that at some point, I'd have to do this to myself for my blind right eye.

Back in May 2004, when my right eye finally hurt so bad I was ready to carve it out with a spoon, I still didn't want to lose the eye. Having an intact eye to me symbolized hope. Realistically, I was pretty sure the optic nerve was dead--but still....

Nothing physically hurt me as bad as the evisceration surgery to remove my eyeball and kill the nerve behind. The pain on the day after was excruciating. If I had a gun, I'd have cheerfully put it to my head just to make it stop.

And the bruising---my face looked like liver for weeks. Not just under my eye but down to my collarbone on the right side. That and having my eye bandaged were worse than having the 'white' blind eye.

Felix Leal, the first ocularist to fit me with a prosthetic eye, held my hand through the whole procedure. I think I really would not have made it without him. At one point, I had tears streaming down my face. Felix said:

"you're so beautiful. I wish I had a daughter like you."

That was with a liver bruise the size of Rhode Island, no eye in and a face reddened with tears.

I wish Felix had been my father.

3 years later, I needed a new eye. There are three criteria for replacement:

pain
cosmetic -- eye isn't matching anymore
excessive secretions

I met all three. I really wasn't looking forward to doing the fitting with someone new. Felix was comfortable. I wasn't ready for different.

Least I thought I wasn't ready. Steve is totally different from Felix. He's a trained artist, rather than an optician. He's also very quiet and I would not use the word 'warm' to describe him, although he is likeable.

Steve's approach was totally different. He used a smaller impression tray for my eye and he didn't care if I chose an eye of a different color than my own.

So--I chose green, because that's my favorite eyecolor. And it was also Leith's eyecolor in "Prince of Ill Luck."

Leith was born under a bad sign and he thought his odd eyes were a curse. Turns out his brown eye saw the mundane world and his green eye saw the faery. How inspiring. I loved that story and that was one of the things that I always thought I'd do.

Felix would not approve! LOL!

I love my new eye. It's a lot smaller and a better match with my old 'factory eye.' Did Felix do wrong?

NO WAY!

I had the right man for the job initially and my second ocularist gave me what I needed next. I realize how far I've come--from someone who could not handle a glass eye without screaming inside to a person who can look at two boxes of eyes and take what I want from them to design the eye of my dreams.

Steve's given me a great price on a second eye--Tony said I should get a brown one. Should I conform--maybe I want another pretty eye!!!!!
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50th birthday [Dec. 14th, 2007|08:18 am]
[mood | bouncy]
[music |Happy Birthday to meeeeeeee]

I'm having a FABULOUS time in Nashville!!!! My birthday is (I'm not done partying yet!) one of the best I've had--and I can honestly say it was so wonderful I'm still cheerful at 7 AM with no caffiene and a night on a hotel bed!!!! ROFLMAO!

So--what happened? We pull into town to orient and what did I see? BIRKENSTOCKS!!!!! Yes, I make Tony brake for Birks!!! We found this wonderful shoe store that sells Birks, Mephistos, etc. My old Birks have finally died--I didn't realize I hadn't gotten the ones with a replacable innersole. Anyhow, I couldn't find anyone in Knox who knew how to get me the right fit--this guy looked at my feet, etc and found me a gorgeous pair of sheepskin lined clogs--oh and hilarity ensued--their name was OKLAHOMA!!!

Oh, I told him it was my birthday and I got a free pair of socks! Socks for your birthday--yeah, I know, but these are BIRKENSOCKS and they're like $20!!!! This shop is well worth the 2.5 hour drive to Nashville for fit and services!!!!

We ask him where to eat. He suggests Ted Montana's downtown---gorgeous old building with mahogany, hardwood floors and TIN tile ceilings! WOW! Plus, they have bison burgers. For those of you who haven't had bison--IMHO, it's what meat should be--flavorful, lowfat and solid protein.

The medical appointment I am here for is going VERY well. More about that later....

We then went to a CAT SHOPPE! Uhhh...they were a rescue and I almost had to bring a fuzzbody home. LOL!

Next, on the recommendation of the doc's office, we went to a great little Italian restaurant called Caesar's.

Okay, getting LOSt--we pulled into a parking lot and I found a CONTEMPORARY FURNITURE STORE!!!!! Knox is very traditional and I was finding nothing I liked. I LOVE THIS STORE!!!! They have got wonderful shelving, lighting, and a bookshelf that is so freaking cool I can't even begin to describe it. I drooled, got catalogues, and contemplated U-Haul delivery, etc. Life is goood....

Then, to the restaurant. Caesar's is this little hole in the wall place with the most amazing seafood. I had Filet Pesce Alla Dean Martin and it was TDF!!! Orange roughy, with white wine sauce, garlic, lemon, mushrooms, tomatoes and black olives--over pasta. The fish was so good it melted in your mouth. Then--I got serenaded, got SPUMONI for a birthday dessert on the house. Okay, I have never had Spumoni. The thought of chocolate, cherries and pistachios just made me wanna yak--but the ice cream was wonderful. Every bite was refreshing and brought a new taste. Plus, the owner came out and serenaded me and gave me a t-shirt and THANKED ME FOR COMING TO HIS RESTAURANT FOR MY BIRTHDAY!!!!! WOW!

Next, we checked in. Got a ROOM UPGRADE!!!!!
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Rambo [Dec. 8th, 2007|07:13 pm]
[mood | angry]

He's our elder cat, 18.5 now. That's somewhere between 88-91 in 'people years'.

In case anyone wants to know--21 years for the first year of cat's life, plus 4 years for each successive year.

Thursday night--he cried most of the night from 9:30 to 3:30. We took him to the vet and his CK enzymes are high, which is indicative of pain. Also, his BUN is 65, which is indicative of beginning stage renal failure in cats.

He got a second Meticam shot for the week, KD to eat, and we're now watching his kidneys.

Good news: the Meticam seems to be working. He hasn't cried except a bit last night and Tony thinks he got 'lost'. He actually ate last night, although he didn't eat the KD--the Meezers seem to like it, but he just sniffed and walked away. He's thrown up twice--which is kind of usual for the Meticam--it's a strong NSAID.

Bad news: the food situation. I feed higher protein food, which isn't good for him. Given a choice between his regular food and the KD, he took his regular food.

Okay, he's old, damnit. At what point do I stop palliative measures and just make him comfortable? Do I switch everyone to this food--after I've fought to find good foods to give, the right amount to feed them, etc?

First, I wasn't to worry about his weight. He's old. Give him food if the bowl is empty. Make him comfortable.
Then, he loses weight and gains some back. My bad, I was trying to re-adjust the mix so the cats get the food they liked. My bad, obviously.
So, I had to take a half pound off him. Maybe I should have just given him a bath and a really good combing damnit that might have done it.
So, he's lost 4 ounces. One vet says I'm doing good.
Now, I've got to switch food--and WTF about the other 3 cats?
And--if the bowl is empty and he's crying for food--do I feed him or ignore him?
I don't have WORDS for how I feel about the whole damn situation--expletives don't even express it.

Of course, one vet told me this. Dr. Wright may totally change what's been said when he gets back.

The one thing I used to envy about animals is when things got too hard, they could be put to sleep. Not anymore, sadly. It just feels like we fight for every minute and I'm not sure where the line between quality and quantity is here.
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RIP Jeannie Urna [Dec. 8th, 2007|08:06 am]
[mood |grieving]
[music |Goodbye, Ruby Tuesday]

I got word via Gale that my cousin Jeannie is dead. She'd been fighting spinal cancer for 4 years--the last 2 at least she was bedridden. It's a blessing. We all know that, but I cannot help feeling overwhelmingly sad and in touch with my own mortality. She was only 13 years older than I am. I wish I could be there for the services, but we just got back from Oklahoma.
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Parents [Dec. 6th, 2007|01:53 pm]
[mood |accomplished]

People want something perfect in kids, some fulfillment of their own dreams and inadequacies. They‚re not capable of dealing with their children‚s humanity anymore than they are of dealing with their own.

Becky Kyle---2007

A friend told me this was profound. I'm saving it here.
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