O.Hai.

My tribute to the LOLcats, whom I adore beyond all reason. I have never been one for sappy cat pictures (which always seem to be posted around the desk areas where doctor's nurses and/or receptionists work; why is that?) but I love me the LOLcats. I am especially fond of Ceiling Cat, since my late BooBoo loved to sit on my bed and stare hopefully up at the ceiling, even when no one was upstairs walking around, and now that I have come to know Ceiling Cat, I have to assume that's what he was looking at. Or for.

Moving on.

Long day today. Hall duty, followed by boring boring boring, followed by endless P.A. announcements about nothing, followed by theatre-of-the-absurd email from one of our fearless leaders, followed by not leaving school soon enough. I'm going to see the doctor after school, my once-every-three-weeks visit (I wonder how long that keeps up), followed by going to R's to feed the cat, followed by dropping off her car for service. She says she will bring me something really nice from Paris. I don't actually believe it, but I deserve it. I also need to run some items through the wash for her before Saturday night. Thank god they're going away for several days next week; I really need the vacation.

And Lost tonight. I'm afraid it's getting too complicated for me to follow. I'm also afraid that when it's all over and all the questions have been answered, I'll still be sitting there saying "WTF was all that?" and I won't get it even when I know, and nobody will.

Later.

Back from my tasks in the world. The doctor (and Personality Nurse, one of his two assistants) were tickled pink with my progress, so much so, that finally I asked them if most people don't make progress like this. They hesitated, and then said it wasn't that, but it was that I was just so, so sick when they originally saw me, and my progress from there is pretty amazing to them because it's like I'm a different person. And so, my inflammation is down, he is not touching my medication, I had a bag of McDonald's fries with dinner, and I'm getting some edamame over the weekend, so there.

Now I need to call the MIL, who called for a doctor's report while I was out feeding the cat, who is cute as anything but who will not hold still for a decent photograph.

WATCHING FAMILY GUY :: ENTRY #1695

Yawn

I am incredibly tired today, as if I slept not at all last night, which is not the case. I did sleep, but in fits and starts. I don't know if I was restless or if the Hubs was, but he must have gotten up a dozen times, and I was aware of each time. I think this is a new way of life for him, not sleeping well. All his life, he put his head down on the pillow and slept like a rock until it was time to get up, but not anymore. I guess now he has some sense of what it's like to be me, sleep-wise, anyway.

He did, in fact, figure out how to put the lamp together last night, and changed the tail-light on my car today. So I guess he can function without sleep, although I think he didn't go into the office today, which is the first Saturday for a very long time that this is true. He seems to be starting to get the work-is-not-all-there-is-to-life message recently; it's only taken him 54 years. (Well, three weeks short of 54 years.) He did some grocery shopping in the morning, came home and mowed the lawn, and has otherwise been sitting out in the yard all day, reading or doing puzzles. Good for him.

K and I went to Michael's this morning (a craft store) to get some things for her room, mostly picture frames. We also wanted to get pillow forms so she can make throw pillows out of cute t-shirts she doesn't wear anymore, but they didn't have them, so we have to look elsewhere tomorrow. Anyway, I turned down an aisle and there was one of my younger colleagues from work, extremely pregnant and glowing like crazy. I knew she was pregnant -- she's due in November -- and boy, did she look terrific. This is someone who has an adorable three year old, but has otherwise had horrible pregnancy experiences, stillborn twins a couple of years before her son was born, and two late-term miscarriages, one also before he was born and one since. But she looks happy and good and whenever I see her I want to tell her to sit down and put her feet up! Anyway, we greeted each other and hugged and such and then she said to what looked like the empty air: "But she can't hear you!" at which point another one of our colleagues came from around the corner. I guess when she heard my voice she called out "I can hear you!", but of course that was lost on me. It was very good to see them both, and I guess they were happy to be out on a Saturday morning on their without their one-each adorable little boys. So that was my adventure of the day.

R spent the afternoon here, but we did not go to Wonderful Niece's because the kittens have moved on for now. What she has is a backyard that is somehow a haven for feral cats, and there are often mother cats there with litters. Animal control in her town wants nothing to do with this. So she and her husband will catch cats when they can and take them someplace, I don't know if it's a local vet or a shelter, and get them spayed or neutered, and then bring them back. Even so, there are still litters, and they try to find homes for the kittens when they can, and always find homes for kittens that appear to be separated from or abandoned by their mothers. They have two themselves (as well as two dogs who came from some other rescue place). They won't take the kittens away too young, of course, and sometimes the mothers move on with them before they're old enough to take, so they had a litter earlier this week but not today. This is all just as well for R, who's going away next weekend, and is planning to get her kitten, from whatever source, the weekend after Labor Day. There are many pet supply stores in the area that have kitten/cat adoption days once a week or so, and there's some kind of shelter in her town, so she'll certainly be able to find one when she's ready.

K is now upstairs hanging things on her walls. The walls upstairs are made out of tissue paper. This does not bode well.

It was an incredibly beautiful day today. It's anybody's guess what tomorrow will be.

WATCHING QVC: PHILOSOPHY :: ENTRY #1558

What's What

My achievement of the day was finally getting the Other Chai on the phone and making firm plans to make firms plans for DisneyWorld. In other words, she's coming here for lunch on Monday, and as she put it, bringing her credit card. So we should have reservations of some kind on Monday. I am very excited.

In other news, K has been working on her room upstairs like a crazy person, which is a good thing because this is something she pretty much reserves for once a decade. Though with any luck, it'll take this time and she'll prefer to live less cluttered. Uh huh. Anyway, I know that one of her hopes is that if she can get the room into really ship-shape condition, we will let her get a kitten and keep it upstairs. (Her upstairs "room" is actually bigger than R's two-room apartment, since it's the whole upstairs of our house except for a narrow attic space.)

I'm sure glad she's doing something about her living environment, but sadly, the kitten is unlikely to happen. This is even more sad because Wonderful Niece, who's involved in Kitten Rescue of a sort, has a litter on hand, and R is probably going there on Saturday to get one for herself. My heart breaks for K, who can barely remember life without a cat in the house -- she was 7 when we got BooBoo -- but the Hubs and I are just not ready right now. There are things we have been planning to do for a long time when we were post-cat, and this is the time. Furniture and stuff like that. I swear, when she moves out at some point, I will procure for her the cat of her choice. I've already told both of them that I will get them set up when they get their first cats, you know, get them the litter box, bowls, whatever else they need. I have a carrier to give each one of them. But not another one in our house, not now. Not yet.

So she's working and I'm reading. I also printed out some of those pictures I got yesterday from my niece's wedding, and framed them and put them on the piano. (Nobody plays here. The piano's function here, as it was in my mother's house, is to have pictures on it.) I've also been listening to Harry whenever I'm in the car, but I'm not taking any long trips these days, so it's slow going. But I've always enjoyed Jim Dale reading the books, so this is good, too.

And that's that.

WATCHING something :: ENTRY #1556

And Then ...

One of my new favorite websites of late is the incredibly stupid cheezeburger cats. When I first saw them I would just roll my eyes in disgust, but you know ... sometimes, it just makes me laugh.

Strangely, I have not eaten dinner tonight, nor have I felt the need to. It's about a quarter to eight; maybe later. I'll throw something together, but I'm not that hungry. (Why am I thinking of the line in Friends, a flashback show to when Monica was fat and says that she's not hungry and her father says "She's finally full!") Mostly, I just nosh a lot, but I don't think I've had anything for the last few hours. Maybe I'm finally full.

So my strange splurge of the day, other than the facial which was totally wonderful and not a splurge but a necessity, was that I bought a Dyson hand-held vacuum. I could have gotten a full-size Dyson, but do you know what those things cost? FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS! For a vacuum cleaner! I have a perfectly good Kenmore canister vacuum, but it gets very heavy to lug around, and I had a good coupon, so I got one of these, you should pardon the expression, little suckers. I charged it for three hours, as per the directions, and it worked for three minutes. So now I'm charging it overnight and we'll see. The directions, by the way, are in pictographs, no words. It took me forever to figure out how to charge it and put it together. The precautions -- you know, don't let an animal operate the machine, don't use it in the bathtub -- are printed in eight languages, but in order to assemble it, you have to be fluent in hieroglyphics.

It rained all day today, but apparently much less than was anticipated, so New York City did not grind to a halt and take over the news. It was just rain.

I'm really glad that I'm reading a lot this summer. Next, I've got two histories here, both Revolutionary War era, one novel, and one sappy Mitch Albom. Not sure which way to go next. I'd also like to re-read the newest Harry before school starts, but I'm listening to it in the car, can't do both at once, that's very confusing.

Oh, I suppose I should eat something before it's time to go to sleep.

WATCHING something :: ENTRY #1549

Too Excited to Shut Up

It is incredibly premature for me to say anything -- not that it matters, really -- but I'm excited and the Hubs isn't home yet and the Sibs is out with her brood for a birthday dinner (hers), and this is so cool.

K called before, between classes, to say that she's been offered a graduate assistantship for the coming year. Do you know what that is?

IT'S A JOB.

Okay, it's not a high-paying job, but it would provide her spending money and even better, it would pay her tuition for the year. !!!!!!!! The only drawback, she said, and it was a quick conversation, is that it would delay her student teaching, and thus, her entry into the world of Real Job. And she has to decide tonight, and give her answer tomorrow. She won't be home from class until about 9.30. I have a feeling that I'll be watching the end of Heroes off the recording tonight.

Anyway, I guess I'll have the results tomorrow, but she sounded very excited, and I think it's an honor to be asked. Stay tuned.

I was pretty busy at work today, which was fine by me. I'm only going in for the morning tomorrow, as I have an appointment with Harry Katz the Sinus Man at 1.45, and may or may not be seeing the audiologist before that (for a change.)

Change of subject: I picked up Q's ashes at the vet's before. I have no idea what to do with them. For now, it's a little box on the back seat of my car. I only opted for what they called "private cremation" because I wanted to make sure ... well ... that the right thing was done, if you know what I mean. You hear stories about animal crematoria that just ... don't do what they're supposed to; I really don't want to put any nasty images in anybody's head, but I just didn't want that for little Q, so I figured if I did it this way, I'd know that everything was done properly. (I don't know why I think I know that now, but I guess I do.) *sigh* So now I've got a box. I don't think any of us are looking for ceremony here, but I don't want to just spread it on the ground where the Hubs is planting his tomatoes, either. I knew this would happen. Ah, maybe around the base of the Japanese maples out front. Yeah, that's it. Now I just have to decide whether I should just do it, or tell everyone or what. Eh, I'll see what the Hubs says. Outside the house is his domain anyway.

Speaking of the Hubs, he's going to Minneapolis for a few days on Sunday. He does hate to travel, but I think it's better for him now that there's someone else in his office, his protege of sorts, who goes along, too. He'll be gone for two nights, I think, leaving Sunday and coming home Tuesday. And now for these three weeks, K is in class four days a week from 1.00 to 9.00, so it looks like I'll be on my own a lot. As long as I don't eat; I eat when I'm bored. But I seem to be losing again a bit after gaining when I was sick, so that's self-motivating. I was thinking of walking to and from school today, but I had too much stuff to bring in; maybe Wednesday. I'll have to check the weather.

Back to Harry. I have about 150 pages to go in The Order of the Phoenix, and then The Half-Blood Prince.

watching Reba :: entry #1465

Girly Day

I am not what anyone would call a girly girl, but I had a girly girl day today, sort of. I had gotten an email from the gym/spa that they were having a discount on spa services this weekend, and my hands are all dry and scratchy from the winter and from washing them all the time, between being sick myself and all the various cat effluvia I deal with -- more on that in a minute, so look forward to it -- so I set up an appointment for a hand and foot treatment. Having no idea what one should wear to such a thing, I wore cropped jeans and sandals, and a tank top, but with a shirt over it. I felt so alien, but ... well, girly. Turns out the spa treatments pretty much all involve putting on one of their robes over your underwear and lying on a table in a darkened room with new age-y music playing, and let me tell you .... ahhhhh. It was really, really nice. It was a reflexology massage combined with a parrafin treatment, and other lotions and stuff, and boy, was it relaxing. When it was done, the .. I don't know, person, said to relax all day and hydrate, and of course, I left there and went directly to the supermarket on the other side of the same parking lot, so I can't say I did the relaxing thing. Although I have read a bunch of Harry today, so I guess I did.

I just heard that the big signboard out in front of the high school is now advertising the week's play upcoming, and basically says "Title of Play" performed by the drama club written by ALUMNA R. CHAI. So it's her name up in lights, in an incredibly small-pond kind of way. Neato. I'll have to go take a picture tomorrow.

Cat effluvia, as promised. Now, one would think that having one cat instead of two in the house would diminish said cat effluvia by half. This has not been the case. Boo only pukes up the occasional actual hairball, as any cat would, but it's generally solid and nature and easily disposed of. But since last week, he has only puddled poo once, and that is his thing, man. He still doesn't poo in the litterbox, but the little tokens of affection he leaves for us are likewise solid, and easily disposed of. He only pees once a day, and in the litterbox. I'd like to say it's a mystery, but I don't think it is. He always ate some of Q's canned food, and when she was sick, and turned up her nose at it, he ate as much of it as he could get to. Now he's restricted to his own dry food, so there you go. The Hubs said for years that it was the canned food causing it, but really, there was no way to keep him away from it. Okay, it's not bad enough that I'm writing about poop, now I'm writing about cat poop. This is the excitement that is me.

Oh, and I smell really good, too. (I know, non sequitur.) It's the aromatherapy stuff she used on me this morning. It's irritating my allergies a little bit, but it's really nice. Either that or the smell of the brownies K made last night is still lingering in the house. I'm still a little stuffy, so it's hard to tell.

Speaking of K, she should be home shortly from her last day working at The Gap. I think she'll be a little sad, especially since the manager she doesn't get along with wasn't there today, so she's only leaving people that she likes. (Which is why she made them brownies.) But it's time. She still hasn't decided if she's going to take classes in July or look for a camp job, but she shouldn't have trouble getting a camp job if she wants one. Either way. When either of my kids says that she's "broke", I have come to understand that this means they are not saving as much each week as they want to. So I know she has enough to carry herself through the summer until she can start subbing again in September.

Chinese food is here. Time to eat.


watching Lifetime :: entry #1453

So Far, So Good

[copied from dland]

No cat poop or cat barf anywhere when I got home, so that makes it a good day. TMI, sorry, but it's important here at this end.

Had a very stupid day at school which looked like it was going to be awful and turned out okay. Even so, first thing in the morning, I promised myself a treat for enduring it, so I went to the mall after school and got a new make-up brush and a bottle of skin cleanser. Yes, that was my big treat, but I did have to go to Sephora for it.

I was also going to treat myself to a new denim jacket, as I couldn't find my old one and anyway, I didn't think I could quite fit in it even if I did. But Old Navy only had stupid looking little cropped ones -- who looks good in that? and the men's sizes didn't look right on me at either Old Navy or the Gap. I was going to get a recipe/nutrition program for the computer, but selection is limited when you have a Mac, and I didn't like the one at the Apple Store. So I trotted off home with my little Sephora bag, stopping at Shop Rite for a few essentials but not my whole list. Good choice.

By the time I got home, I was wiped out. I ventured into the basement -- have you ever heard of the Collyer brothers? and amazingly, my denim jacket was right where I could find it, and it fit! (I can't button it, but I think I could only ever do that the day I bought it, maybe.) I took a little nap, and here I am.

My dinner last night with the Chum and the Other Chai was very nice. As always, the Other Chai takes the floor and talks and talks and talks and all you have to do is listen. She's actually quite entertaining to be around, once you get past her always dominating the conversation. It's just the way she is. It's not as if she's always talking about herself or her kid being so great or anything. She does do that some, but she happens to be a world-class teacher and she's rightfully proud of that; otherwise, she can be very self-deprecating and wickedly funny. I see her every day, of course, and the Chum every month or so, and the O.C. made some comment about me and how I look so good and teasing me about wearing make-up now (I always did, but apparently not well) and only then did the Chum say anything at all about the fact that I look completely different than I used to, and how great I looked. Thanks very much, but it came out a little odd, I don't know why. Not bad-odd, just odd. I gushed for a moment or two about my new make-up obsession, and the Chum said Oh, she would never use powders; she likes to custom-mix the colors of her cream make-up. I did not say in astonishment, You WEAR make-up? because turnabout is not always fair play, but seriously. I thought she wore mascara and lipstick. And anyway, if you can mix creams, you can mix powders. She is an artist, after all.

Oy, enough of that. Or, in Yiddish, ganug!

Meantime, K is in DC, the Hubs is at his customory Friday-after-work watering hole, and R has not been heard from this evening. Nor has the Sibs, so things are quiet here. I'm guessing that the Sibs and R will call at the same moment.

My old hearing aids certainly suck. Can't wait to get the new ones back on Monday.

WATCHING THE SIMPSONS :: ENTRY #1417

Normal Is What's Normal For You

[copied from dland]

I'm back to normal, whatever that is for me. I feel tip-top, for me. I slept somewhat better last night, and have not had a re-occurence of the panic-sparking problem of yesterday. (Was that only yesterday?)

My current peeve of the moment is either grammatical or a matter of intellectual snobbery; I'm not sure which. For one, I've been listening to these Grammar Girl podcasts every morning while I walk, and I generally agree with her traditional stance on most things grammatical. (Sometimes it's all I can do to keep from walking through the school hallways and raising my fist and saying "Yes! Yes!" because I Am A Grammar Nerd.) Anyway, then I drop in over at the WW message boards, which yes, I'm still reading despite my insane experience there last week, but they've changed and are much better, however ...

They are mostly morons over there.

I'm sorry. That wasn't nice and was all kinds of insensitive and -- I'm sure -- politically incorrect to say for some reason or another. And I know that these are message boards and not academic treatises, and that typos and spelling and capitalization and even bad punctuation are common and to be expected. But here's the one that got me. Regarding a certain kind of food, someone wrote:

I have cut them out all together and walla!!...back to losing again.

It took me a minute. Then another one. And then I said it out loud: walla! Holy freaking crap. Voila. (I can't type accents in with the program I use to type my entries.)

Is it just me? Am I being a word snob? You can tell me. I can take it.

Here's an odd bit of information. That project that I'm doing with the history classes, the one where they have to write their autobiography in website form and link it to other historical sites, I got the first of their mini-assignments in today to grade. What they had to do is use a graphic organizer called a web and use it to show the relationships between themselves and members of their family, or places they've lived, and so on. This would be the place to show, for example, Grandpa, and list under his name Was in WW II, or something like that.

So I'm reading one of the last ones, and I glance up at Grandpa (fought in WW II) and above that, for great-grandpa, it says William, and listed under William, it says Ran for president and Scopes Trial. And I look at the last name of the kid whose web it is and her last name is Bryan! I don't know if she's for real or not, or just using the coincidence of the names and making it up, but I wrote on her paper: WOW! William Jennings Bryan was your great-grandfather? Because how cool would that be? She would win the prize for the best personal link ever in all the time I've been doing this project.

Today's Good News/Bad News is that the audiologist knows why my new hearing aid keeps turning itself off (the good), and that the problem is mechanical within the device itself, and not the programming, and he has to send it back to the company to have a teeny tiny little part replaced (the bad). So I had to leave it with him, and he think it will be back Monday morning, and until then, I'm wearing my old hearing aids. I am sad. :( But I'll be very happy if this fixes them and it works and it's only a few days untl Monday. So I am not devastated/sad. Just a wee bit deafer for now.

And now I'm off to the dryer, as Boo had a bad Boo night last night and I was up and down the stairs with blankets and towels and things that he was pooping on, poor little thing, and he seems fine today, but I have the last of the things in the dryer to bring up. Best get on that.

P.S. Old-timers will recall that "Normal is what's normal for you" was the tagline of a laxative commercial that was shown endlessly in the 60's.

WATCHING ELLEN :: ENTRY #1415

Just a Monday. With Snow.

[copied from dland]

No, it didn't snow again, but there is snow everywhere. It will allegedly be gone by the end of the week, according to the nice weather lady on channel 4. I imagine that the streets will be running wet the next few days as it melts. There is just a lot of snow. Generally, if I am home before K, as I am on most Mondays, I park in the driveway first and in the morning I just pull out around her (we have a long one-car wide driveway), but I can't in the snow, so I'm parked on the street and will have to move my car when she gets home from class. I'd rather do that than have to jockey both cars around in the morning in the dark.

I found a variety of podcasts on language and history, and downloaded a bunch of them, which should keep me busy for awhile. As I walked this morning, I listened to several brief casts about the origins of different words, which was enjoyable. I guess I'll vary what I listen to from time to time, but so far, so good.

Call me a skeptic, but what hasn't this guy confessed to recently? I think when he gets to taking the rap for the Lindbergh baby, it's time to stop believing him. Is our administration really so stupid that they believe everything he feeds them? Oh ... wait ....

In other news, and it's a minor complaint, all things considered, I want people to stop asking the SCM questions or making conversation with him in any way. His thing today was The Shoveling! And The Ice! As if no one else had snow to shovel or ice to break up after the storm. My favorite part of the story -- and I heard it several times -- was how it was So Hard to do all that, that at one point he felt faint and had to drape himself over the hood of his car until he felt strong enough to get up and go on. Oh yes, by all means, share that story; it puts you in such a good light. Why would you even tell people that? Why not just say, It got to be too much for me so I went into the house and baked cookies while my wife finished the shoveling. (Which she did, btw. She likes it, and thinks it's good exercise. Which is why she won't let him buy a snow-blower.) Really, he annoys me less now that there's a whole library between us most of the time (in the old one our desks were about six feet apart), but often he is just too strange.

I was also telling Media Girl today about the unit I'm starting tomorrow, which is the one I mentioned a few weeks ago, where the kids write their autobiographies as websites or powerpoint presentations, and must include links to historical events that they are connected to. I start each class off with the story of how I was playing dodgeball when I heard that President Kennedy had been shot, and I do this while bouncing a ball (because it adds a visual element to the story, as they will need to do.) I was telling her about it because she asked me why I had a gym-ball on the shelf behind my desk. Which prompted the SCM to tell us every painstaking detail of his day that same day: where he was, why, how he didn't get along with his father (part of nearly every story, actually), what he did later that day, what he did for the rest of that weekend. Oh.My. Way to kill a moment. Any moment. Well, I have five classes tomorrow, so I guess I won't be seeing that much of him.

K just came home, so I moved my car, and then the MIL called to see if our cats were okay, given the cat-food scare going on. Except for the pooping and the puking, which is normal for them, they're fine. (They don't eat the affected food.) It's been a big day for cat effluvia; I'm only glad it was the Hubs who found the first offering when he got up at 4 am.

And now Dancing With the Stars is on, which I've only seen in bits and pieces before, but there's nothing else on. I have no interest in seeing Heather Mills, whom my sister described as "The Incubus"; as K pointed out, every Baby Boomer hates her because she messed with our eternal imaginary boyfriend. Heh.

WATCHING DANCING WITH THE STARS :: ENTRY #1406

Ch .. Ch .. Ch ..

[copied from dland]

The changes most on my mind at the moment, I suppose, are those going on with the cats. They are not well. They are not suffering or in pain, but they are clearly not themselves. K says it's as if they're senile. And really, it's a toss up from day to day which one of them is worse off, but mostly I'd say it's Q. Little Q, who has been ravenous from the day we brought her home, seems to have forgotten that she's supposed to eat once in a while. She doesn't bug me for food, although sometimes she stands and looks at me as if to say "I'm supposed to be bothering you for something now, aren't I?" but she's not crying or scratching at me. If I put food down for her, she gobbles it up for about ten seconds and walks away. If I put her face back near her dish, she gobbles more for ten seconds and then forgets. In short order, Boo steps in and eats all her food, and she's off sleeping someplace warm. When she looks at us, her eyes are bright and she seems fine. But I'm sure she's lost weight since I took them both to the vet last month. It's a wait-and-see thing, but at this point, I can't imagine either one of them holding on until summer. There's nothing we can treat them for and we won't let them suffer. So that's today's cat news.

Elsewhere, it's not as cold as it is in Wisconsin, chaos, but it's plenty cold for us. Today's wind chill was near zero. And once again, no heat in the new library, nor here and there in the new part of the building. Once again, applause for the lowest bidder, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you very much.

And ... I re-joined W8 Watchers when I got home from school. I officially weigh 20 pounds more than I did when I joined four years ago, so, hmmm, looks like I have my work cut out for me. I also walked away some pounds when I got home. Hope this lasts more than a few days. It's a bad week for the gym, although maybe I can get there Thursday. I'm going to that new audiologist Wednesday after school, keeping my fingers crossed there.

And now I'm hungry. I didn't snack all afternoon, although I'm not really counting points until tomorrow (considering what I've already eaten today, I'd be done for the week.) So it's my last hurrah; where's that beefaroni?


WATCHING REBA :: ENTRY #1368

Nothing Broken

[copied from dland]

I went to the gym this morning and took a class called Gentle Yoga and it was wonderful and I did not break a single bone, or my glasses, or anything else. I did have amusing conversations with a couple of people about just being back at the gym after having broken a bone in my knee, and when they asked where I broke it, I pointed at the second treadmill and said "Right over there," which was of course not what they meant, but who could pass up such an opportunity?

I also had to clean the oven today, which does not happen often here since the oven is rarely used for anything except K baking the occasional cake, but the Hubs made garlic bread on Christmas Eve and didn't put a cookie sheet under the foil holding the bread, and, well, you know the rest. I actually still should really run the self-cleaning cycle, but I had to clean it first or the house would have smelled like burning olive oil for the rest of time.

My last big adventure of the day was taking the hairy little beasts for their annual check-up, which somehow turned into an hour-long ordeal. The vet wanted to check the condition of BooBoo's kidneys before giving him a rabies shot, so that's bloodwork, and if it's okay -- I suspect it will be -- I've got to bring him back for the shot. He was suspicious because he's lost a half-pound, which is significant for a cat who only weighed 6 pounds last time, but by the end of the visit, let's just say the vet saw some tangible proof of the cat's odd eating habits, which may be the cause of his stomach distress/loss of appetite. (He eats plastic bags; I have no idea how he's lived to be nearly 16 years old. The cat, not the vet.)

I'm off for a bit more pampering tomorrow, and possibly starting to take the stuff off the Christmas tree. I guess if I'm home for a long enough stretch, I'll run that oven-cycle, too. Nothing on TV again tonight; I slept terribly last night and there was nothing on that I could find to amuse me all night long. I sure hope I sleep better than that tonight. Okay, enough.


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