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By Guta Bauer at Murphy's Library did it twice! Once in English and once in Portuguese. I'm assuming they both say, "Life goes on, choices need to be made and we can never let our past deny us of our future. That’s just some of the things we learn from this story. "
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I’ve never had a cat catch a cold before. At least, not like this. I’ve seen them sneeze a time or two, but all day long? Totally new to me.
So first it was Diana. A week ago she started sneezing. A lot. We kept an eye on her, hoping whatever had her sneezing would go away on it’s own, kind of like we do with the humans in the house. After a week, I called the vet.
Turned out we did it exactly right. the vet didn’t want to see her any sooner than that because it was too likely to resolve itself. But one look at her, and “upper respiratory infection” was the diagnosis. He gave us a prescription of antibiotics and sent us home.
I gave her the first dose right away. As soon as it was all in her, I let go, and she bounded across the room like a gazelle. She went three feet of the floor for six feet in a single bound, then right out the cat door. The next day I gave the medicine. As soon as it was in, she bounded across the room, then boomeranged right back past me. The next time she only made it across the room.
It’s working, and not just in having more vigor. Her sneezing is almost gone.
Mr. Al, The Girl, and I went to see Shakespeare at the local university recently. It was an interesting take on the play A Comedy of Errors. The kept the original Shakespearean wording, but moved the setting to a Caribbean island. All the scene changes were accomplished under cover of beach revelers dancing. What a hoot!
Last Thursday I mentioned a note about a video on Mr. Al’s desk. Well, here’s the note, somewhat modified by Mr. Al.
It all started with The Girl’s friends. It seems most of them have become devotees of the movie The Princess Bride. She’d heard so much about it that she wanted to see it. I knew we had a copy of it, but I didn’t know where.
We went through the piles and piles of video tape in the living room to no avail. I left the note asking Mr. Al had seen it on his desk. The next day, the note had been moved to the dining room table along with the tape, which turned out to have been in storage.
I’m a guest blogger! Actually, I did a bunch of guest blogs when Moving In first came out, but I haven’t been real active since. This time I’m talking about Icarus, his accident, and his accidents, if you know what I mean. You can read all about him and see a new picture of him or two at Underneath The Shell.
In other news, I’ve once again gone from green grass to snow. Sigh. I don’t think this is quite what they meant by April showers.
Last Thanksgiving my family and I sat around the dinning room table and talked about what each of us wanted for Christmas. This is a regular event which tends to be harder on the person who is asked what they want than on those asking. Yeah, most of us aren’t kids anymore. If we want it, we just buy it.
I tend to be a bit flippant in my response to that question. One year I said I wanted a life. I received the board game, the cereal, and worms. Hey, they’re living. One time I said I wanted jack sh*t. I received potting soil. On this occasion I happened to be working with food, and I irritably said I wanted elbow room.
Well, it took a while, but The Girl came through. She glued elbow macaroni to a tissue box with a window and a door cut out of it. Elbow. Room. Yeeeeaaaaah.
The Girl is at it again. She decided she didn’t like her hair and that the best solution was to grab a pair of scissors and hack away at it. She’s seen me do it often enough, so I suppose I can’t really say anything, but there’s a world of difference between my hair and hers. Specifically, mine’s curly.
This makes more of a difference than most people think. I have had people ask if I cut it right after I washed it, and not notice after I’ve lopped off several inches. From one day to the next it can hang several inches difference. And for years now no one had noticed my bangs. At all.
Not the case on her.
She took the hair and put it in a ponytail first. Then she tried to cut straight across. Unluckily she missed on two counts. First, she cut too high so that it was several inches shorter than she’d planned on. Second, she cut at an angle.
This is about when she wandered up to me with scissors in hand and said, “Mooooooommmmm.”
I think somewhere in the back of her mind she thought I might have some unexplainable magic available to make it grow back, because she really did look like she was hoping for something in the way of a miracle. I asked if she wanted me to trim it for her, or to take her to a hair salon.
She refused both. Instead, she elected to keep messing with it herself, and THEN to have to trim only those parts she couldn’t reach herself and only under micro-management supervision.
To our amazement, it actually looks kind of stylish. right from that first misbegotten cut.
It’s a this and that kind of weekend. I’m not really focused on anything in particular, just this and that. For instance, I’m still trying to figure out what kind of post I should use to preserve the comments on my welcome page. I thought maybe it would be this one, then I changed my mind.
We celebrated Easter with a personal egg hunt. The kids talked me into it. I get a package of candy eggs and scatter them around, then see if the kids can find them all. I wasn’t going to bother this year, but The Girl really, really wanted to do it, so I went ahead. The Boy tried to sound nonchalant about it, but he was quick to come downstairs to participate.
My mother-in-law died last weekend. She was quite old and had suffered poor health for many years, so it came as no surprise. Still, the final blow was fast. She had an aneurysm that reached critical point. Judging from the size, the doctors say she had probably suffered from it undiagnosed for many years. They refused to operate. Apparently even a healthy young body might not make it through the operation. From the moment she went into the hospital until she died was three days. It could have been minutes or months.
We can’t afford to send the whole family out there right now, so only Mr. Al went to the funeral. The kids hardly remembered her and have not shed a tear. They had already said their goodbyes a few years ago when we went out to visit her specifically for that purpose.
Unlike with poor Jack, my mother-in-law and I got along very well. During her husband’s funeral I became her emotional support, and basked in a special place in her heart from then on. She was a sweet old lady who never really had any idea where I was coming from. I have cried a little. But this loss isn’t devastating.
Mr. Al has been out there for most of a week now. We keep in touch with email and text messaging. His comments have brought me into that world as much as I need to be. I don’t know if I’ve been supportive or not. I just tell him I love him and otherwise act normal.
So I’ve been in this weird place. It’s not really grief, but it’s not exactly happy either. Some of my posts probably reflect that. Sorry about that.
Mr. Al and I went to an On Ensemble concert this weekend. I loved it! We got front row tickets, which turned out to be way too close as the skirt of the stage was within kicking distance, but the band was set up far enough back not to be intimidating. Which is not to say they weren’t overwhelming. What a great band!
Those of you who know of my predilection for drums and for music that isn’t exactly mainstream are probably taking that with a grain of salt. Maybe you should because I really am that way, but frankly, there’s a movie-score quality to them that I think will appeal to a lot more than just Mr. Al and I.
They start with taiko style drumming. As Masato (we think) said in the concert, taiko just means drumming in Japanese. From there they add elements of rock, and wild experimentalism. They moved flawlessly from traditional rhythms to strange things of their own devising and back again. Some of their transitions are intense heavy beats that they all nail at the same time. Truly talented.
If I have any complaint, it is with the audience. Apparently a lot of the people we normally see at these things were either at the basketball game, or attending one of the other concerts in town. If you ask me, they were in the wrong place.
It was the first I’d heard of them, but you know I’ll catch every show I come within a few miles of from now on.
You know you’re getting old when you need more than one pair of glasses. I guess I’m getting there because I’ve had it with my “progression” bifocals and I elected to get distance and reading glasses. Now if only the suckers had some common ground that included my computer monitor. No such luck. Apparently I need a third pair of glasses for the difference.
It all started when my old glasses fell apart in my hand. I had just washed them and was drying them when the plastic frames broke in two places and the left lens popped out. I’d been needing a new prescription for a while anyway, so I got the fastest appointment I could swing and placed my order.
I love the new distance glasses, but considering I probably spend eighty percent of my day looking at my computer each day, they aren’t cutting it. the part that burns is that I told the optometrist I was concerned about the distance available on the reading glasses. She fobbed me off.
So I took the reading glasses back to have them remade for computer distance. They still don’t cut it, though it’s better. Then, I was washing the reading glasses a few days ago… You can guess where this is headed. Yep. The nose piece broke off. I have a nasty suspicion they ended up in the garbage, but i didn’t see them there when I dug through, and now it is already gone.
I’ve pretty much decided I need progressive lenses anyway because I spend waaaay too much time switching between glasses. If they still have the lenses from before, I’ll have those put in again so I can at least see my beads and embroidery thread clearly.
So, sometime today I need to get my reading glasses fixed, and order a pair of progressives. Wish me luck!
You many have noticed that the name of my Etsy store had changed. It went from Alice’s Etsy Store to Faire Miscellany.
The reason for this is that The Girl and I have become partners in selling our handicrafts. We are gearing up for a fair where we will be selling from a booth. Over the next few weeks you will see not only more of her earrings, but some of my sewing efforts.
No quilts this time. I’m still in the middle of making one for myself. I can’t believe I’ve been doing them this many years and never did get around to making one for myself. It’s almost done, but to expect any others in less than a year would be naive.
Instead, I’m making hats and gloves and cloaks and tunics, and bodices – Renascence Fair type stuff. What I’ve finished so far is kind of cool, but I don’t have pictures yet. I’ve had a heck of a time with pictures
This all has to fit in with Tax Season and some revision work, so the listings might be slow to appear. But there will be more and more as we go.
We’ve had some unusual visitors lately. They are scattered all over town.
Ok, I’ll admit, deer aren’t really all that unusual out here. The woods are full of them, and you see them on the highway entirely too often. But generally you don’t see them wandering around from yard to yard downtown. In fact, I’ve gone years without having a single deer wander into my yard.
This year they are all over town. I have no idea why. It hasn’t been that harsh of a winter and hunting season is long over. Have they decided to reclaim what humans took from them well over a hundred years ago?
It’s probably a population boom. Most of the time the hunters keep them in balance, but now and then you get way too many of them. It only takes a few years for their population levels to get totally out of hand if you don’t watch it.
The Girl took one look and the deer wandering down our block, and elected to come home via the alley and back door. I don’t blame her. These are wild animals. You can’t expect to get too close without getting hurt.
And here I thought the grizzly bears and mountain lions in Glacier and the national forests were getting bold. What next? Moose? Oh wait. That was last year.