Long day today.
Got up at 4 AM, had Biscuit in the bed. Pretty hard to get up with I've got a Biscuit Cuddle.
I managed, though, and gave him a can of food that he didn't eat. He's getting picky, or they are changing their formula.
He still likes his salmon in gravy (actually Gravy Lovers Salmon), so the question goes: do I donate the unwanted flavors to the shelter or save them in the hopes he might "switch back"? I'm leaning towards donation, which means they will be getting a lot of canned food (a couple dozen cans).
The Bible says not to talk about your good works but I am eager to go to the shelter with a couple of large bags of Kitten Chow (it is kitten season), and a couple of big bags of store brand generic cat food, maybe 1 or 2 name brands, some litter, etc... get our guy with a truck and make a delivery.
They could use it. This is the high-kill shelter. I fault irresponsible people who don't spay and neuter, for that. All my cats got neutered the second they could have the surgery.
When I had a vacancy for a cat, I went to the high-kill shelter and got an older one no one else wanted. She has been fantastic.
If I can afford to help them out, I'd like to throw a little something their way. A lot of people donate toys and such, but I doubt many consider litter.
So, I got up, Biscuit didn't want his breakfast (Baby Girl, either). I took my shower and did my God Time before I got on the computer.
I dressed in one of my performance t-shirts, a padded (!) sport bra, capris, quarter crew ankle socks, and my steel toe sneakers. Off to work.
Well, the warehouse. I discovered they didn't have any water. Curse you, tornado. It hit the Ozarka Bottling plant in Wood County, ripping the roof off during shift change. They had a severe weather policy so everyone was OK. Production, needless to say, has been screwed. So have our sales.
No water, so I got the other drinks, and a whole lot of snacks. I knew the machines would look terrible after a 2 day absence. (They did)
We went to work and I had the fun of unloading in feels-like-100 degrees (F).
Now I had taken two days off (eaten up by repairmen and such) because I was basically ordered to do so by a custodian. They were going to wax our entire area and it would take at least 3 days, we had to be gone for 2.
We did that. I managed to get them to "hold off" on waxing in front of the bottle vendor and coffee machine, until Ron could get it.
In the meantime I got to work on my snacks. They needed a lot. I got them done and helped Ron as much as possible.
It was really noisy with the custodial equipment. I was happy to get out of there. They were just getting ready to apply the evil-smelling wax when we left.
We had a ride home and I took a nap for an hour. I woke up with Biscuit. He won't come to bed with me, but he'll join me after I'm asleep. Pretty sweet.
I got up, did my God Time, and waited on the repairman. He came and did his work in less than half an hour, walking off with $440.
Even more horrifying, Ron said the A/C is making strange noises so he called a repairman to come out and service it. They said, based on what Ron described, "It sounds like a bad blower motor".
I shudder to think what that costs.
I feel like we are bleeding money down a drain.
On a positive note, my Kindle book settlement (there was a lawsuit) garnered me an $8.50 store credit. I used it to buy some lint brushes and boy do they work on the cat hair. I am seriously impressed.
So, there's that.
Friday, July 8, 2016
Edited for content
"We have a lizard... or something" Ron told me this morning.
"I was [edited for content], almost finished, and the damn thing ran up my arm!"
So that was the end of that, I guess.
Thank God he didn't scream and wake me up.
"I was [edited for content], almost finished, and the damn thing ran up my arm!"
So that was the end of that, I guess.
Thank God he didn't scream and wake me up.
Thursday, July 7, 2016
"I may have a blackout tonight"
Well, after waiting around all day the guy showed up at 6:30.
In the meantime, our handyman came out and fixed the door to the garage, and we finished and filed the monthly report.
You may not know about this, but I have a hard time making eye contact. Part of my childhood, I guess, unless I am manic. When I'm depressed I tend to talk to people's knees.
Anyway, I looked him in the face, greeted him, showed him the patient. Then I got the bad news that it would cost $440 to replace our cutoff valve. They have to bash open the drywall and install the box, work on the copper pipes, etc.
Ron was horrified. I told him, look, I'll pay for it, but this has to be done or we will/could have a flooded house. You never want a faucet frozen in the "on" position.
I got a speech from the plumber about hard water and how they can install something on top of the water heater, but I wasn't interested. We will be spending enough on the repair as it is.
Ron blew a gasket. At first it looked like the plumber could come out first thing tomorrow and fix it, but we have to work. Then I realized, I have to work, Ron doesn't. I could do everything that needs to happen on my own while Ron works with the plumber. Ron wasn't happy about it.
The plumber must have overheard us talking because he said he could come around 2 tomorrow. That'll work.
We don't know how long it will take with stocking and all.
It's a shame, I was hoping to have my mag-liner (folding cart) modified tomorrow and fitted with solid rubber wheels instead of the pneumatic ones. Not going to happen now.
If it were up to me, I would never get a fridge with an icemaker, again. It is too much trouble and not worth the bother. We never even "got" this fridge, it came with the house. Probably because they couldn't turn off the cutoff to take it with them!
Ugh.
So much drama lately. I know God allows trials to make, and keep, us strong, but at the rate things are going I will have a nervous breakdown, yet be too poor to get admitted to the hospital.
Ron saw, or read, some documentary about women's hormones and now he keeps going on with this superior attitude "Oh, you have it so terrible, let me tell you. Here, let me play my book for you."
1. I already live it. I don't need to hear about it.
2. I don't much care for his attitude. It's not sympathetic so much as it is smug and condescending.
It's not like I can fix it anyway. The last thing I'm going to do is throw hormone replacements into a bipolar brain. Plus, they can increase the risk of stroke.
Years ago, I met a woman completely paralyzed on one side. She had been taking birth control for a few months and had a massive stroke. If I wasn't already leery of synthetic hormones that would have done it.
And yes, I know you can "do natural" but I am already taking EIGHT pills a day. I am done with supplementing.
Anyway, after the plumber left Ron went for the vodka bottle and kept talking about how he could just use his vice grips and "fix" the frozen cutoff, he should try. I reminded him that both the plumber and the fridge repairman said that would be a very bad idea. He kept saying he ought to try anyway.
I think he sees it as a manhood issue, if he were "man" enough, he could, but because he can't, they're going to "rape" him.
Then he told me he was sorry if he had a blackout, but he wanted some extra vodka. I asked him to give me the tools he would use to try to "fix" the cut off valve. He balked at first but then agreed that would be a good idea. So he gave them to me. Good. He will never find them where I put them.
Then I find out I have to get up at 4 AM. I have to go to bed when I'm still wound up from adrenaline.
What a day.
I want boring. I want a totally dull day where I sit in front of the TV with a cat in my lap watching Supernatural, and then superhero movies. That's what I want.
I don't think I'll be getting it any time soon.
In the meantime, our handyman came out and fixed the door to the garage, and we finished and filed the monthly report.
You may not know about this, but I have a hard time making eye contact. Part of my childhood, I guess, unless I am manic. When I'm depressed I tend to talk to people's knees.
Anyway, I looked him in the face, greeted him, showed him the patient. Then I got the bad news that it would cost $440 to replace our cutoff valve. They have to bash open the drywall and install the box, work on the copper pipes, etc.
Ron was horrified. I told him, look, I'll pay for it, but this has to be done or we will/could have a flooded house. You never want a faucet frozen in the "on" position.
I got a speech from the plumber about hard water and how they can install something on top of the water heater, but I wasn't interested. We will be spending enough on the repair as it is.
Ron blew a gasket. At first it looked like the plumber could come out first thing tomorrow and fix it, but we have to work. Then I realized, I have to work, Ron doesn't. I could do everything that needs to happen on my own while Ron works with the plumber. Ron wasn't happy about it.
The plumber must have overheard us talking because he said he could come around 2 tomorrow. That'll work.
We don't know how long it will take with stocking and all.
It's a shame, I was hoping to have my mag-liner (folding cart) modified tomorrow and fitted with solid rubber wheels instead of the pneumatic ones. Not going to happen now.
If it were up to me, I would never get a fridge with an icemaker, again. It is too much trouble and not worth the bother. We never even "got" this fridge, it came with the house. Probably because they couldn't turn off the cutoff to take it with them!
Ugh.
So much drama lately. I know God allows trials to make, and keep, us strong, but at the rate things are going I will have a nervous breakdown, yet be too poor to get admitted to the hospital.
Ron saw, or read, some documentary about women's hormones and now he keeps going on with this superior attitude "Oh, you have it so terrible, let me tell you. Here, let me play my book for you."
1. I already live it. I don't need to hear about it.
2. I don't much care for his attitude. It's not sympathetic so much as it is smug and condescending.
It's not like I can fix it anyway. The last thing I'm going to do is throw hormone replacements into a bipolar brain. Plus, they can increase the risk of stroke.
Years ago, I met a woman completely paralyzed on one side. She had been taking birth control for a few months and had a massive stroke. If I wasn't already leery of synthetic hormones that would have done it.
And yes, I know you can "do natural" but I am already taking EIGHT pills a day. I am done with supplementing.
Anyway, after the plumber left Ron went for the vodka bottle and kept talking about how he could just use his vice grips and "fix" the frozen cutoff, he should try. I reminded him that both the plumber and the fridge repairman said that would be a very bad idea. He kept saying he ought to try anyway.
I think he sees it as a manhood issue, if he were "man" enough, he could, but because he can't, they're going to "rape" him.
Then he told me he was sorry if he had a blackout, but he wanted some extra vodka. I asked him to give me the tools he would use to try to "fix" the cut off valve. He balked at first but then agreed that would be a good idea. So he gave them to me. Good. He will never find them where I put them.
Then I find out I have to get up at 4 AM. I have to go to bed when I'm still wound up from adrenaline.
What a day.
I want boring. I want a totally dull day where I sit in front of the TV with a cat in my lap watching Supernatural, and then superhero movies. That's what I want.
I don't think I'll be getting it any time soon.
Wanted a boring day; not getting it
"I'd hate to see me" I told Ron "Without my pills."
Last night I turned on the faucet to get my nightly glass of water, and only a trickle came out. Admittedly, it was a clear, potable-looking trickle, but something was Clearly Wrong.
I freaked out wondering if we had a broken pipe on our property. Now, Ron's denial man. When we were about to flood, total denial. Last night, total denial until he turned on the faucet himself.
"Oh, looks like we do have a problem, I'll call the water company." An exhausted-sounding person informed Ron they had a water line break and they were working on it, couldn't give a timeline on a repair.
I was glad I take my shower in the morning, and had already done all the laundry I could have managed. I had a wet load in the dryer and a done load in the washer, plus some more on the floor.
After that, I went to bed. I slept pretty well but I had odd dreams about my grandmother (the nice one) and work, I think.
When I got up I almost stepped on Biscuit's paw, which he extended under my foot as I was bringing it down. We had a serious talk about that, with me reminding him he doesn't like the vet. Actually, he purred at the vet. Maybe he wants to say hi to Doc. I don't know. I just told him not to do it again. I was glad I was alert enough to catch it before I put my weight down, I would have broken something for sure.
Then the icemaker is frozen up again and spraying water all inside the back of the fridge/freezer. The repairman told us it would ice up again if we had a "water valve" problem, which he doesn't fix. Apparently we do have a water valve issue. I rigged up the arm on the ice maker so it would stop trying to make ice.
I did my God Time, then I got on Facebook. It seems Lifeflight wants to feature our story. "Memorial Hermann Life Flight Heather, thank you for sharing your husband's Life Flight experience with us. We would like to contact you about sharing your story further. "
So Ron can be a poster boy. Now, before you scoff, I think it would be good for him, give him a reputation to live up to, and help him to appreciate the miracles that saved him. I asked, he was interested, so I gave them his number.
They can pluck a photo out of my album and use that, or have a professional take one if they want.
It's a good thing I just trimmed his beard! He looks a lot more respectable than he did yesterday this time.
I assume they will look up his medical records to verify my claims. If anything, I didn't tell the whole story. Ron had a VERY bad prognosis, assuming he even lived, but I kept saying "God's brought him this far, let's see what else God can do."
At the end of it, we had a very good result. Ron is living independently and contributing to society. He even rescues cats.
I'll put away my cheerleading outfit. I have been Ron's biggest supporter since day 1. Pretty much the only supporter, since day 1.
I often wonder how he would have turned out if I had simply walked away. We weren't legally married, I couldn't make any decisions for him, and his family did their best to exclude me anyway.
I am pretty sure he would have ended up in a group home and adult day care. God will show me one day.
But people always do better when they know they are loved, and someone is pulling for them.
Ron woke up and I talked to him about the Lifeflight thing. Then we talked about the freezer.
I told him, let's just get a plumber in here to redo the cut off so we can turn off water to the freezer. Then we can use it, just without the icemaker, and we're only out the money for the plumber.
The repairman was really clear we had to get a plumber out to fix the stuck cut off valve. Ron said something about using his vice grips and the man replied "Not unless you want to flood your house".
No, we don't want to flood the house. I am certain FEMA and our flood insurance company would rather Ron not flood the house, either. Ron balked at first, said we should get a new fridge, but I pointed out the old one works just fine except for the icemaker.
He saw my point of view. Besides, when would we buy it? Today we have the plumber and tomorrow we have work - a very long day at that.
[sigh] And it isn't even noon yet.
Last night I turned on the faucet to get my nightly glass of water, and only a trickle came out. Admittedly, it was a clear, potable-looking trickle, but something was Clearly Wrong.
I freaked out wondering if we had a broken pipe on our property. Now, Ron's denial man. When we were about to flood, total denial. Last night, total denial until he turned on the faucet himself.
"Oh, looks like we do have a problem, I'll call the water company." An exhausted-sounding person informed Ron they had a water line break and they were working on it, couldn't give a timeline on a repair.
I was glad I take my shower in the morning, and had already done all the laundry I could have managed. I had a wet load in the dryer and a done load in the washer, plus some more on the floor.
After that, I went to bed. I slept pretty well but I had odd dreams about my grandmother (the nice one) and work, I think.
When I got up I almost stepped on Biscuit's paw, which he extended under my foot as I was bringing it down. We had a serious talk about that, with me reminding him he doesn't like the vet. Actually, he purred at the vet. Maybe he wants to say hi to Doc. I don't know. I just told him not to do it again. I was glad I was alert enough to catch it before I put my weight down, I would have broken something for sure.
Then the icemaker is frozen up again and spraying water all inside the back of the fridge/freezer. The repairman told us it would ice up again if we had a "water valve" problem, which he doesn't fix. Apparently we do have a water valve issue. I rigged up the arm on the ice maker so it would stop trying to make ice.
I did my God Time, then I got on Facebook. It seems Lifeflight wants to feature our story. "Memorial Hermann Life Flight Heather, thank you for sharing your husband's Life Flight experience with us. We would like to contact you about sharing your story further. "
So Ron can be a poster boy. Now, before you scoff, I think it would be good for him, give him a reputation to live up to, and help him to appreciate the miracles that saved him. I asked, he was interested, so I gave them his number.
They can pluck a photo out of my album and use that, or have a professional take one if they want.
It's a good thing I just trimmed his beard! He looks a lot more respectable than he did yesterday this time.
I assume they will look up his medical records to verify my claims. If anything, I didn't tell the whole story. Ron had a VERY bad prognosis, assuming he even lived, but I kept saying "God's brought him this far, let's see what else God can do."
At the end of it, we had a very good result. Ron is living independently and contributing to society. He even rescues cats.
I'll put away my cheerleading outfit. I have been Ron's biggest supporter since day 1. Pretty much the only supporter, since day 1.
I often wonder how he would have turned out if I had simply walked away. We weren't legally married, I couldn't make any decisions for him, and his family did their best to exclude me anyway.
I am pretty sure he would have ended up in a group home and adult day care. God will show me one day.
But people always do better when they know they are loved, and someone is pulling for them.
Ron woke up and I talked to him about the Lifeflight thing. Then we talked about the freezer.
I told him, let's just get a plumber in here to redo the cut off so we can turn off water to the freezer. Then we can use it, just without the icemaker, and we're only out the money for the plumber.
The repairman was really clear we had to get a plumber out to fix the stuck cut off valve. Ron said something about using his vice grips and the man replied "Not unless you want to flood your house".
No, we don't want to flood the house. I am certain FEMA and our flood insurance company would rather Ron not flood the house, either. Ron balked at first, said we should get a new fridge, but I pointed out the old one works just fine except for the icemaker.
He saw my point of view. Besides, when would we buy it? Today we have the plumber and tomorrow we have work - a very long day at that.
[sigh] And it isn't even noon yet.
Wednesday, July 6, 2016
What I pray for myself
"Your blackout" I told Ron "Has been good for [blog] business."
"My what?"
"What are you calling Thursday night? That."
"Oh."
For the record, I haven't "monetized" my blog. I want to share with you. I hate going to websites with pop ups and links everywhere trying to sell you something. I don't want that in my blog, so I don't have it. Blogger gets enough money selling data to keep me running (and I can't do anything about that anyway). It would take a drastic change of mind to get me to change my policy. Either that, or some very Hard Times.
I got a blister on my hand this morning, trying to open my soda. It just wouldn't budge.
Ron: "Use the vice grips". Well, I would have, but I didn't know where they were and Ron was asleep.
Later on, I donned a leather glove and found that gave the perfect amount of traction. So now I know.
I gave Biscuit his num-num, which he didn't touch. I'm not too worried about him because he just ate his Salmon In Gravy. I think he's just tired of Salmon and Chicken Livers for whatever reason. That's his purr-ogative but I do wonder what to do with the dozen + cans of Salmon and Chicken Livers. Cats.
I decided to weed-whack the catio before I took my shower. The last time I did it I ended up covered in grass bits and very sweaty. I put on my "old" capris and got to it. Since it's a pretty small area, less than 100 square feet, I finished pretty fast. It's not "yard guy" perfect but it is appreciably shorter.
I put away my tools and took my shower. I didn't need to shave my legs.
I did my God Time. Ron didn't interrupt me for once.
I am debating put up what I pray every day. I have a notebook and I wrote down things to pray for every day. And I do it.
This is what I pray for myself:
I have 19 other pages of various requests I pray over every day. I figure it sure can't hurt and I feel it makes me a better person.
Most times, I get up feeling at least a little better than when I sat down to pray. I don't do it for that but it's a nice bonus. Half the time my mind wanders and I end up on strange rabbit trails in my brain. Othertimes I approach it as a chore. But I do it pretty much every day, if not when I first get up then before I turn on the computer.
When I finished, I realized I had more of an "everyday normal" energy level. Ron was asleep most of the day, he was up watching movies last night.
Baby Girl hogged my tv chair, so I spent more time on the computer. Problem, Torbie was in the computer chair, so I had to move it and get a kitchen chair for my seating. Boy, those kitchen chairs are really uncomfortable. Whenever I look at them, though, I remember, Ron was assembling the kitchen set the first night Frosty came in the house. Ron was making banging and clattering noises and Frosty was totally freaked. It was late 2004. Frosty is long gone but I still have the kitchen set that scared him so much.
I feed Biscuit his nums off the top of the kitchen table, we never eat there anyway so I use it for storing cat food.
Well, Torbie just had her way with me, meowing and howling. That means "Get off the computer and sit on the couch, so I can get in your lap." I did so. We had a nice cuddle. I like having a pushy, cuddly, cat. Baby Girl has never gotten in my lap, and Biscuit won't for long. Torbie loves lap.
Everyone likes lots of petting but no one wants to be picked up. Biscuit will tolerate a hug if I put him down right away. Torbie doesn't like to be near my face, though. I could get a complex about that.
Anyway, good times with Torbie. She wedged herself under the bookcase and is happy.
I got on the computer for a while (this morning) but finally decided to take a nap. I had a dream a man was aggressively spooning me. As it turns out, it was Biscuit. He loves to spoon me during our naps.
He is such a sweet boy, he's really bonded with me since his brother died.
I still wonder if I should have kept Gravy and had his leg removed. But, at the time, they were not indoor cats. They did not have a catio. So, I think euthanasia was the best call at the time. He's in heaven right now having a great old time with Frosty and Bubba.
I have more than a few cats in Heaven. All of them were rescues. All of them loved and missed.
I think the strangest was Mr Grey, aka Turtle. He was very fearful with strangers and liked to molest my foot at night. He also peed on the floor. A lot. Yup, definitely the strangest.
Not that I have favorites. With the live ones, it's more the ones that like me better vs the ones that don't. Baby Girl is pretty indifferent unless I am feeding a can of food. Then she is into the food but never says thank you. Daddy's girl. Pretty totally ignores me except for sleeping in my chair.
Biscuit is sweet, cuddly, and sleeps with me (my favorite). He is very appreciative when I feed him his canned food. Clearly likes me better than he does Ron, but he is cuddly with Ron too.
Torbie is very sweet and cuddly with me, doesn't touch canned food, and is often found laying next to Ron, hoping for treats. She picked me out at the shelter. We understand each other.
Now, in Baby Girl's defense, she did sleep with me the night Bubba died, but Ron had a blackout. He started waving a bag of treats and she got up and went to him instead. But, for a couple of hours, she did sleep with me. I haven't forgotten that, and I won't.
Baby Girl did vomit in my chair (good thing I keep a towel in it), and I almost sat in it. It looked remarkably like feces. I had to smell it to be sure. No, it was a hairball. She's the only one I didn't dose with the Laxatone (flavored grease for cats, helps them pass hairballs). Thank God I saw it before I sat down!
Now I have extra laundry.
And Torbie's back so probably time for more cuddles.
"My what?"
"What are you calling Thursday night? That."
"Oh."
For the record, I haven't "monetized" my blog. I want to share with you. I hate going to websites with pop ups and links everywhere trying to sell you something. I don't want that in my blog, so I don't have it. Blogger gets enough money selling data to keep me running (and I can't do anything about that anyway). It would take a drastic change of mind to get me to change my policy. Either that, or some very Hard Times.
I got a blister on my hand this morning, trying to open my soda. It just wouldn't budge.
Ron: "Use the vice grips". Well, I would have, but I didn't know where they were and Ron was asleep.
Later on, I donned a leather glove and found that gave the perfect amount of traction. So now I know.
I gave Biscuit his num-num, which he didn't touch. I'm not too worried about him because he just ate his Salmon In Gravy. I think he's just tired of Salmon and Chicken Livers for whatever reason. That's his purr-ogative but I do wonder what to do with the dozen + cans of Salmon and Chicken Livers. Cats.
I decided to weed-whack the catio before I took my shower. The last time I did it I ended up covered in grass bits and very sweaty. I put on my "old" capris and got to it. Since it's a pretty small area, less than 100 square feet, I finished pretty fast. It's not "yard guy" perfect but it is appreciably shorter.
I put away my tools and took my shower. I didn't need to shave my legs.
I did my God Time. Ron didn't interrupt me for once.
I am debating put up what I pray every day. I have a notebook and I wrote down things to pray for every day. And I do it.
This is what I pray for myself:
- Clear thoughts, strong focus, good energy
- Open Your word to me.
- Give me patience
- Put Your thoughts in my head, Your words in my mouth, Your love in my heart.
- Help me to forgive people who hurt me and Ron, also the haters.
- Please forgive my sins, I know I fail You.
- Please deliver Ron and I from willful and hidden faults. Help us to glorify You.
- Don't let me take one step, outside Your will.
- Help me to be positive.
- Give me Your fruits: love, joy, peace, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self control.
- Please give me gracious thoughts and speech, pleasing to You.
- Please guide me in EVERYTHING.
- Please direct me as I seek to be Your hands.
- Keep me humble, obedient, and loving.
- Fill me with a servant's heart and Your compassion for others.
- Help me to love myself, the way You love me.
- Remind me you need me as I am.
- Thank You for all of your goodness, mercy, and care.
- Help me to be a good witness for You.
- Help me to show Your love to everyone.
- Protect me from false doctrine.
- Please protect us and "our stuff", tangible and intangible. Help us to be our best.
- Thank You for using me.
I have 19 other pages of various requests I pray over every day. I figure it sure can't hurt and I feel it makes me a better person.
Most times, I get up feeling at least a little better than when I sat down to pray. I don't do it for that but it's a nice bonus. Half the time my mind wanders and I end up on strange rabbit trails in my brain. Othertimes I approach it as a chore. But I do it pretty much every day, if not when I first get up then before I turn on the computer.
When I finished, I realized I had more of an "everyday normal" energy level. Ron was asleep most of the day, he was up watching movies last night.
Baby Girl hogged my tv chair, so I spent more time on the computer. Problem, Torbie was in the computer chair, so I had to move it and get a kitchen chair for my seating. Boy, those kitchen chairs are really uncomfortable. Whenever I look at them, though, I remember, Ron was assembling the kitchen set the first night Frosty came in the house. Ron was making banging and clattering noises and Frosty was totally freaked. It was late 2004. Frosty is long gone but I still have the kitchen set that scared him so much.
I feed Biscuit his nums off the top of the kitchen table, we never eat there anyway so I use it for storing cat food.
Well, Torbie just had her way with me, meowing and howling. That means "Get off the computer and sit on the couch, so I can get in your lap." I did so. We had a nice cuddle. I like having a pushy, cuddly, cat. Baby Girl has never gotten in my lap, and Biscuit won't for long. Torbie loves lap.
Everyone likes lots of petting but no one wants to be picked up. Biscuit will tolerate a hug if I put him down right away. Torbie doesn't like to be near my face, though. I could get a complex about that.
Anyway, good times with Torbie. She wedged herself under the bookcase and is happy.
I got on the computer for a while (this morning) but finally decided to take a nap. I had a dream a man was aggressively spooning me. As it turns out, it was Biscuit. He loves to spoon me during our naps.
He is such a sweet boy, he's really bonded with me since his brother died.
I still wonder if I should have kept Gravy and had his leg removed. But, at the time, they were not indoor cats. They did not have a catio. So, I think euthanasia was the best call at the time. He's in heaven right now having a great old time with Frosty and Bubba.
I have more than a few cats in Heaven. All of them were rescues. All of them loved and missed.
I think the strangest was Mr Grey, aka Turtle. He was very fearful with strangers and liked to molest my foot at night. He also peed on the floor. A lot. Yup, definitely the strangest.
Not that I have favorites. With the live ones, it's more the ones that like me better vs the ones that don't. Baby Girl is pretty indifferent unless I am feeding a can of food. Then she is into the food but never says thank you. Daddy's girl. Pretty totally ignores me except for sleeping in my chair.
Biscuit is sweet, cuddly, and sleeps with me (my favorite). He is very appreciative when I feed him his canned food. Clearly likes me better than he does Ron, but he is cuddly with Ron too.
Torbie is very sweet and cuddly with me, doesn't touch canned food, and is often found laying next to Ron, hoping for treats. She picked me out at the shelter. We understand each other.
Now, in Baby Girl's defense, she did sleep with me the night Bubba died, but Ron had a blackout. He started waving a bag of treats and she got up and went to him instead. But, for a couple of hours, she did sleep with me. I haven't forgotten that, and I won't.
Baby Girl did vomit in my chair (good thing I keep a towel in it), and I almost sat in it. It looked remarkably like feces. I had to smell it to be sure. No, it was a hairball. She's the only one I didn't dose with the Laxatone (flavored grease for cats, helps them pass hairballs). Thank God I saw it before I sat down!
Now I have extra laundry.
And Torbie's back so probably time for more cuddles.
Tuesday, July 5, 2016
Almost late enough to go to bed
My back was bothering me today, I assume due to my contortions when sleeping with the cats last night. It was more muscular, and the kinks worked their way out eventually.
The cats always want to sleep dead center of the bed. That's not always convenient for me.
Anyway, I got up, took my shower, and went to work. I took my last dose of medication out of the pill organizer, which meant I had to do up all my medication and supplements later.
It was a pretty average day at work. Our driver can't help us the next 2 days, so we were pretty screwed. We need inventory to stock!
As it turns out, the custodial crew are planning to wax/polish the floor in the cafeteria, near our area, for the next two days. Pretty odd to basically be told to stay home.
OK, we'll do it. I do know the other vendors are planning to work tomorrow so that could get complicated. I stocked everything I could today, helped Ron, etc.
It's also better to pick our battles. We can't get inventory anyway.
Finished, we went home.
I took a nap for a couple hours and woke up with Biscuit (!) spooning me. What a sweet boy. I got up because our handyman was due to come around 3. That didn't happen.
I did my God Time and Ron wanted to talk. He wanted to plan outings. I told him I didn't feel up to it, being depressed. He complained my "medication wasn't working" and threatened to call my doctor.
I told him he verbally assaulted me all night, Thursday night. He wanted to know what he said, I gave him a general idea. He said I should have recorded him. I said that wasn't my job and that just got into game playing.
I was more calm and resigned. If I had gotten shriek-y he would have disregarded everything I said and disrespected me further.
I got a monologue on how he "needs" the alcohol to "tune out" and how much he hates it, is trying to manage it, doesn't know what else he can do (Go to AA! Get counseling! I didn't say any of this). I got more on how he is "only" doing "one and a half" (mouthfuls, and how does one measure half a mouthful?), etc.
I told him drinking hurting him is one thing. Drinking hurting me and keeping me up all night is another.
I mentioned, for instance, how he kept waking up periodically and screaming at me to let him sleep. While I was lying in my bed, quiet and innocently trying to sleep. That seemed to ring a bell for him.
Then I got the he loves me so much more than anything in the world, he needs me to run the business and have the cats (It would be nice to hear "I need you in my life because you make everything better" - otherwise it sounded more like a job description).
I listened to him with an odd combination of "Yeah-yeah" and "I know you really mean it". Eventually we wrapped it up.
By this time, we realized the repairman wasn't coming. He has some finishing work to do on the gate and door.
I cleaned the litter box and fridge, then took the garbage out. We have 5 things, just at our limit.
We got pizza.
I swept the front part of the garage, I don't think Greg is done working but it at least looks better, and we won't track anything in.
I'm tired, and it's almost late enough to go to bed. Praise God.
Now a really awesome day would start tomorrow with no headache. We'll see.
The cats always want to sleep dead center of the bed. That's not always convenient for me.
Anyway, I got up, took my shower, and went to work. I took my last dose of medication out of the pill organizer, which meant I had to do up all my medication and supplements later.
It was a pretty average day at work. Our driver can't help us the next 2 days, so we were pretty screwed. We need inventory to stock!
As it turns out, the custodial crew are planning to wax/polish the floor in the cafeteria, near our area, for the next two days. Pretty odd to basically be told to stay home.
OK, we'll do it. I do know the other vendors are planning to work tomorrow so that could get complicated. I stocked everything I could today, helped Ron, etc.
It's also better to pick our battles. We can't get inventory anyway.
Finished, we went home.
I took a nap for a couple hours and woke up with Biscuit (!) spooning me. What a sweet boy. I got up because our handyman was due to come around 3. That didn't happen.
I did my God Time and Ron wanted to talk. He wanted to plan outings. I told him I didn't feel up to it, being depressed. He complained my "medication wasn't working" and threatened to call my doctor.
I told him he verbally assaulted me all night, Thursday night. He wanted to know what he said, I gave him a general idea. He said I should have recorded him. I said that wasn't my job and that just got into game playing.
I was more calm and resigned. If I had gotten shriek-y he would have disregarded everything I said and disrespected me further.
I got a monologue on how he "needs" the alcohol to "tune out" and how much he hates it, is trying to manage it, doesn't know what else he can do (Go to AA! Get counseling! I didn't say any of this). I got more on how he is "only" doing "one and a half" (mouthfuls, and how does one measure half a mouthful?), etc.
I told him drinking hurting him is one thing. Drinking hurting me and keeping me up all night is another.
I mentioned, for instance, how he kept waking up periodically and screaming at me to let him sleep. While I was lying in my bed, quiet and innocently trying to sleep. That seemed to ring a bell for him.
Then I got the he loves me so much more than anything in the world, he needs me to run the business and have the cats (It would be nice to hear "I need you in my life because you make everything better" - otherwise it sounded more like a job description).
I listened to him with an odd combination of "Yeah-yeah" and "I know you really mean it". Eventually we wrapped it up.
By this time, we realized the repairman wasn't coming. He has some finishing work to do on the gate and door.
I cleaned the litter box and fridge, then took the garbage out. We have 5 things, just at our limit.
We got pizza.
I swept the front part of the garage, I don't think Greg is done working but it at least looks better, and we won't track anything in.
I'm tired, and it's almost late enough to go to bed. Praise God.
Now a really awesome day would start tomorrow with no headache. We'll see.
Happy 4th!
Another day, another headache, another cuddle with Biscuit.
I woke up around 8 with a headache. I did my God time and went back to bed with Biscuit.
Biscuit and I had a good snuggle for a couple of hours. We had a great time.
I finally couldn't sleep any more. After I got up, I heard Biscuit vomiting but he decided to vomit on the tile floor. That's just the price I pay for loving Biscuit, sometimes dry food makes him vomit.
The vet isn't worried about him, he's pretty solid at 14 pounds so not starving.
I cleaned up the mess with some disinfecting wipes.
You know what I hate? I hate it when I sneeze while chewing my food. Ew. It happened with my dinner and it wasn't much fun.
Anyway, I went to bed early, 4pm, because Ron made a good point about fireworks noise. Sure enough, it woke me up around 10, and I also had a nasty headache. I drank a Diet Dr Pepper, took some aspirin (I got the coated kind that's good-fer-yer-tummy), and went back to bed.
It was pretty crowded, though. First I had Biscuit! Then I had Torbie, but not both at the same time. I woke up with a pretty stiff back from my contortions. They want to sleep in the middle of the bed. I want to sleep in the middle of the bed. The cats win.
I slept until about 4:30 this morning, kind of restless but at least sleeping. I woke up tired.
Now it's off to work.
I woke up around 8 with a headache. I did my God time and went back to bed with Biscuit.
Biscuit and I had a good snuggle for a couple of hours. We had a great time.
I finally couldn't sleep any more. After I got up, I heard Biscuit vomiting but he decided to vomit on the tile floor. That's just the price I pay for loving Biscuit, sometimes dry food makes him vomit.
The vet isn't worried about him, he's pretty solid at 14 pounds so not starving.
I cleaned up the mess with some disinfecting wipes.
You know what I hate? I hate it when I sneeze while chewing my food. Ew. It happened with my dinner and it wasn't much fun.
Anyway, I went to bed early, 4pm, because Ron made a good point about fireworks noise. Sure enough, it woke me up around 10, and I also had a nasty headache. I drank a Diet Dr Pepper, took some aspirin (I got the coated kind that's good-fer-yer-tummy), and went back to bed.
It was pretty crowded, though. First I had Biscuit! Then I had Torbie, but not both at the same time. I woke up with a pretty stiff back from my contortions. They want to sleep in the middle of the bed. I want to sleep in the middle of the bed. The cats win.
I slept until about 4:30 this morning, kind of restless but at least sleeping. I woke up tired.
Now it's off to work.
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