Peace and Joy to you and yours on this blessed Christmas day!
Again on the computer! Sheesh. This time getting checked out by the other cat. He is doing fairly well… the swelling has gone way down, his paw is just a wee bit swollen. I am soaking it twice a day, but the holes don’t seem to be draining anything. I’m not sure at this point if that is good or bad – cats can tend toward abscesses, so hopefully he’s going to just heal up without complications. He’s using the litter box, so that’s a plus (for his health, anyway… not like I love cleaning it!) He’s getting very anxious to get back outdoors, so we are really having to be alert to where he is so he doesn’t bolt out the door when the dogs are coming in or out.
Right now he is lying down at my feet under the table here. I am rubbing his head with my foot, and he is stretched out with his legs on my leg. He is such a sweet guy. When I try to rub Matty’s head with my foot (he also tends to curl up under the dining table when I am on my computer) he generally bites me!
Well, I’d like to head off to bed, but Alan and his buddy are out in the workshop smoking cigars and drinking… um, drinking… brandy, I think it was. Some $70.00 a bottle stuff – don’t even ask me how ridiculous I find that! Anyhoo, I was going to get Oliver settled out there in the shop for the night… but maybe Alan will have to take that assignment if he’s going to be much longer!
This is Oliver. Oliver Twist – since he came to us as a stray and would get SO excited about the food we put out for him… all I could think of was that song from the musical, “Food, glorious food”!
In this picture he had just plopped himself on my laptop and turned it off. He loves him so lovin’. Well, since he is a stray who adopted us, he is outside most of the time, coming in once in awhile for some attention or to remind us it’s time to feed him. but then he likes to go out again. He’s actually gettting to be in more and more… after all, it’s getting cold outside!
Well, a couple days ago – when my little family was up in Seattle for Thanksgiving – he didn’t show up for dinner. That is completely out of character! My mom went looking for him, and she found him in the shed where he sleeps when he’s outside, but he wouldn’t come to her. He cried and cried to her, but stayed put. Well, the shed is a giant jumble of stuff my sister has yet to come collect to put in her new house (I mean, she only moved like, 2 years ago – you can see why she hasn’t gotten to it yet). So no way could mom get to him… he finally hopped down, but wasn’t using his one front leg… well, the next day we took him to the vet because it was huge puffy and hot to the touch. He has two punctures in his paw pad and had a raging infection. They cleaned it up (he wouldn’t cooperate though and they had to anesthetize him to do it) then he got a hefty dose of antibiotics and now he’s home. Of course we have to keep him in until it heals, and I have to soak it twice a day in warm epson salts to try to keep it draining…
It’s doing much better, but one problem was that since he’s an outdoor cat, he doesn’t use a litterbox. We had to buy one, and the vet said to use pelleted paper litter as the clay or clumping kinds could get in the wounds and cause trouble. Well, yeah. Good idea. He hated that stuff – I put him in the box and he immediately jumped out. Hated it so much he didn’t go potty in almost 2 days, so I was worried he’d soon have a whole other problem! I had a thought, so tonight, my dad, my daughter and myself spent over an hour crushing those paper pellets with mallets and hammers to make it more “dirtlike” and less roll-y. Ridiculous? Maybe. But after we were done, I took him back out to the shop (he’s taking over dad’s man-cave until he heals) and when I put Oliver in that litterbox, he immediately squatted and I think he peed for 3 full minutes!! Poor guy. I think he’ll be feeling much better now! Good grief, how much paper-pellet crushing will we have to do over the next week??
No freakin’ way!! I just wrote a whole post… including a cute little pic… and when I posted it, it was blank!! crud….
Well, it’s too late now… I have to get to bed as it is just past 11pm and we are getting up at dark:thirty to catch a flight to Seattle to spend Thanksgiving week with Alan’s side of the family. So, I am not going to post the whole story again – just going to say
Happy Thanksgiving!! Warm Holiday Wishes to you and yours!!
Because I may not get on the internet again until we get home… ya never know!
Honestly! First, I went to the store to buy a new pair of jeans. Which, of course, is a despised sort of thing for me to do. But as my old pair was ripping in the inner thigh, it had to be done. Yeah, that’s right. I only buy new pants when I absolutely am in danger of ripping out of an old pair – don’t judge!
Anyhow, the good news is this – the pair I bought was a size smaller! Yay me! Better yet, I also bought myself a new shirt – and it came from the non-fat-lady section of the store!! That’s right, I got to buy clothing in the normal-sized-clothes area! Sure, it’s a t-shirt, so it’s stretchy… possibly a blouse type of deal would not fit me, but hey – I am gonna celebrate the XL, anyway!
(this is where I do the happy dance…)
Then the 2nd amazing thing happened. I made dinner. From scratch.
Okay, for a whole lot of people – woman and wives especially – that’s like “whoopdi freakin doo” I suppose… but for me? I don’t cook. I despise cooking. Baking, sure. I love to bake and I do it alot. But not cooking. The “whys” are long and involved, and that might be a post for another day… suffice it to say it’s a rare day when I make dinner. When I do, I have a couple things I like to make. The one I made last night is “Dinner in a Pumpkin’. Yeah, it’s an autumn kinda thing. I really like it. And I think my family did too!
Here in Idaho, we just had our first snow of the season! Yay snow! Of course, it only came down from the sky but didn’t stick… it’s not quite that cold yet. But it was so pretty.
But enough about Idaho – I’ve been thinking about Virginia. Because even though we were desperate to come “home”, there were still nice things about back there. Not that I want to live there, nuh-uh! But I have some good memories….
One day, we went on a picnic just minutes from our home. A pretty little park…
And right under this cute little bridge was this guy –
EEEYYWWW!!! That is just so many shades of wrong. I don’ t have any specific snake phobias (I’m more of a grasshopper-phobic – don’t judge!) but I really don’t think one should be in the creek in which we were considering wading. Just sayin’.
We just stuck with having a meal and calling it a day.
Bonus points to anyone who can tell me what kind of snake that is!
In my last post I said I would try to look at the good things, the positive things going on in my life.
So, it was just a few minutes later that Kiki and I managed to dump a glass of water over my laptop. Yeah. Then there was a big sizzle and that was that. I sort of had a meltdown then. Really. As in, I scared myself because I freaked out so bad about it. Yup. It was bad. Fetal position on the bed. Doubly bad (is that proper grammar?) because all the information for our business is on our laptop. All my photos. Our life.
Well, Alan saved my bacon… oooh, bacon… yummm… oh! I’m back – anyway, he fixed it. So far, so good. I still worry about it.
But I’m okay now! Not in a straight-jacket or anything… although I’m pretty sure I may be headed that way.
However…. Back to the dog – So, my dog is a good dog. Totally well-behaved. Never does anything naughty. She’s kinda dumb, but sweet. My parents’ dog, however, is another story. He is like a 3 year old toddler. As in, a pain in the boot-ay.
He likes bread. Okay, he likes all food, but bread is the one thing he’ll steal out of the pantry. If we don’t shut the pantry door when we leave chances are that when we get home we’ll find empty bread bags on the floor. I guess we should just be thankful he doesn’t eat the plastic bags, huh? Well, the other day my parents both left, but I was home on the computer. Now, I would’ve guessed that the dog lays around, bored, and after some length of time gets bored enough that he starts wondering “hmmm, is there any bread?” It would seem I was wrong, because the second that my folks walked out the door, I heard a rustling in the pantry, and when I looked up, here came the dog with a brand new bag of bagels in his mouth! The best part was the look on his face when I yelled at him! Oh my gosh, it was hilarious – that deer-in-the-headlights look because he had absolutely no idea that anyone was home!! Busted!!
Yeah. That was a good day.
I logged on here to post something semi-happy… you know, not all sad and grumpy like I usually post. But then I had to go punish my parents’ dog for stealing the bagels out of the pantry! So, I guess you’ll have to wait to hear me not-mope. 😉 Later!
All right. I am tired of, well, of myself. My attitude. Yes, it’s true, my life could be better. There are certainly things I would like to be different, and lots of people in my situation would not want to be in said situation.
That being said, my life could also be worse. Now, that in itself is sometimes not incredibly encouraging… I mean, do you tell a person with breast cancer “at least you don’t have brain cancer”? That’d be stupid. I mean, most of us, no matter what our situations, can find someone whose life is better and someone whose life is worse. Because that’s just the way it is. And, your life is your life. I don’t think we feel all warm and fuzzy in our own disappointments and frustrations because someone else is worse off, because we are stuck living our own. Good or bad, our “bad” is our bad.
But, I keep coming back to that whole ‘attitude’ thing. I need to work on improving mine. No matter what might – or might not – change in my life, I need to look at it differently. Part of my life being my life means I am stuck in this one… it’s the only one I’ll get, even if I wish I could go back and make different choices and therefore be on a different path. No matter how bad I’d like to do that, I don’t get to. Here I am, so where do I go from here? I don’t really believe “it’s all up to me and I can have a better life from here on out” because 1) I’m not the only one in my life. Other people in my sphere of life make decisions that effect me, for better or for worse, and I have no control over their choices. 2) There is evil in the world – sickness of mind and of body – and that also I can’t control. It can effect me. So, we are back to that whole attitude thing, aren’t we? I can’t help what happens to me, to a large extent, but I can choose how I react to it.
That’s hard. Really, really hard. I haven’t done very well at this over the last decade or so. To be honest, I am not sure how I can improve, or if I will. But I am going to try. Because the last decade hasn’t been all that enjoyable. There have been good times, but they have been outweighed by the depression I have felt. I want so badly to be done with that! I deserve better!
I think there is too much news-watching and political-talk-show watching going on around my house. Seriously. Because it seems like everyone around here is talking about how this is the end of life as we know it and related horrid stuff. Which I really don’t want to hear. Or think about. You know, I have really been hoping our business is going to take off and we will eventually make more money, get to have our own home, finally take our kid to Disneyland (for the first time in her 14 years…) You know, that we can go back to living the American Dream. So, what if that’s never going to happen? What if the crazies down on Wall Street succeed in turning our country into some socialist/communist country? (Even tho every one of those people I have heard interviewed doesn’t even seem to know what they’re doing down there… just a bunch of unhappy morons.) Or we have to live as Muslims? Or China takes us over in some military coup or something?
I don’t try to worry about this crap. I try to think “happy thoughts“ of how my life is going to turn around one day, and I will quit being miserable (Yeah, I know, it’s a state of mind. I moved out of that state.) or, at least, I will live in my own home with my own stuff and be slightly happier. But what if the paranoids are correct? What if our country has only got 15 or so more years before we go down the drain, as other countries have? What does that mean to my child? That she’ll never have a good life?
I don’t know why this is upsetting me so much, except maybe because I am so unhappy about my life situation right now, and the one thing that makes me feel a little better is sweet, sweet sugary food, and yet I am trying so hard to give that stuff up so I won’t be all fat and unhealthy. So that , when life turns around and gets better I will look better! But what if that’s never gonna happen? Should I just keep eating, and therefore feeling happy in those brief, sugar-filled moments?
Sigh. Some pundit is on TV as I write, and I just don’t want to hear it. I think I will leave the house. And maybe go buy a donut.