Thursday, August 23, 2012

Uncle

I think it's been awhile since I last blogged.  I've missed oodles of Row80 check-ins.  The only reason I can tell you that today is Thursday is because my Mac told me so.  Other than that, well, we'll see.

I don't remember everything that was said in my last post(s), but I do have a few updates.  The tests results came back awhile ago, but I was slow to admitting to it.  My grandmother died of West Nile Virus.  Both kinds, apparently.  Then again, there were multiple other complications that added to the problem.

My dad and grandpa are back from their road trip.  I regret not going with them.  They drove up to St. Louis, Farmington, and Noel, Missouri to see family.  I know it was a long drive, but St. Louis has been on my "Wanna Visit" list lately.  It would have been nice to see everyone.  I don't think I can remember the last time I caught up with all our family up there.

The tort is officially back in her tort-pool.  It took lots of tweaking, but it is now a tort-friendly environment.  Her old terrarium has been disassembled, cleaned, and now houses the dragon.  Now I just have to talk myself into cleaning out and packing up the dragon's old terrarium.  Both tanks have the same floor space, but the tort's was easier to work with.  And now that she is taking up even more space in the corner of my office, that freed up the people-friendly tank for the dragon.  The worst part was catching Joanna's crickets to transfer them to her new lodging.

Oh, good news!  We finally have reservations to go to the beach!  I'm excited.  I wonder if I can find a way to sand-proof my laptop.  I guess that means I'll be using the trusty notebook on the beach.

I made the mistake of going to the animal shelter to have a "look" at what was there.  I, of course, fell in love with a little kitten.  A Siamese mix with an uber-fluffy tail.  Six months old and she was already in rough shape.  I watched for awhile.  The majority of the other cats were getting all the attention.  I'm glad to say several were adopted while I was there.  But this little kitten stayed huddled in the back of her cage and stared back at everyone with big, blue, terrified eyes.  It was close to closing time, so I couldn't get much cooperation in finding out about her and the adoption process.  I went back Monday morning to check on her again.  She was still there, just moved to a different wall of cats.  Now she was hiding behind her litter box.  I finally found a person who knew about the animals available.  This kitten in particular was in a bit of a fix.  This is a limited no-kill shelter, which means if the dog or cat is spayed or neutered, it will not be put down.  If it is a stray and is slow to getting a forever home, it will be put to sleep.  The blue eyed kitten had already spent her first week there, was a stray, and had a few health concerns.  There is not a vet within the facility, so no one could give me definite answers about her.   She was young, small, malnourished, had respiratory problems, and was either in an early pregnancy or had recently had kittens.

It took everything I had not to take her home with me once I held her.  I knew Hubby would stroke out if I came in with another cat.  So I fixed him a big lunch and waited for him to come home.  I had already figured out I could chicken out of asking, go pick her up and say I found her, but if I've learned anything from being married to this guy for ten years (tomorrow), it's that we've grown to respect each other enough not to pull such stunts.  So I asked.  Maybe begged.  He said no and went back to work.  I admit I cried.  I aimed to wait until after he left, but all I could think of was that poor little kitten not getting another chance.  I wanted to go adopt her anyway and dare him to make a move, but the whole "ten years and respect" bit came to mind.

I got a call two hours later from him.  He went down to the shelter and had a look at the cat.  He spoke with one of the ladies who works there; someone he, as always, knew.  They talked for a little while and made a few calls.  He filled out the adoption forms and went back to work, calling me to tell me to go pick up my new cat.  (Yay Hubby!)  So the little sweetie came home with me.

I took her to the vet the next morning and got her checked out.  After an ultrasound, several blood tests, and a few other less pleasant moments for the kitty, the results were back.  No babies, no leukemia,  yes worms, and still waiting on one other test.  So she got her vaccinations and has an appointment to go back to be spayed.  She is still spending her time in the TV/library room since were still waiting on the last test.  I gave her a bath yesterday.  She wasn't too bad about it.  Now she's enjoying the quiet and hogging the futon.  So far, I've named her Rayleigh (Ray-Ray).  She is as calm and passive as Oliver.  Nothing seems to upset her.  She is content to be held, sit beside you, or sleep where ever she curls up.

Diesel is being a stinker and keeps trying to sneak into the room.  He even sits by the door and sticks his feet under it to play with her.  He doesn't seem to understand quarantine.  So I've blocked on door to keep him from reaching under, and the other has too thick of carpet.  Now he sits there and meows like he's telling her all kinds of stories.  Oliver, on the other hand, doesn't seem to notice anything different.  I hope he stays that way.

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

#Row80 Wednesday Check-In 8/8

Oneiros is all that has seen any attention this week, err, past few days.  Actually, the story board has seen all the action.  I've taken all my notes from A&F off the board (dresser-size mirror) and filled it with Oneiros' plot line.  That doesn't mean A&F is forgotten, just on a vacation.  I've also spent loads of time looking up info about apparel from India.  It's for Shattered Remnants.  I've always loved the colors and styling of the Indian culture, and now I think it might have been one of the missing pieces to SR.  India meets Rivendell, sort of.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

Late Sunday Check-In 8/5 #Row80

I've missed the check in once again.  I'm getting really good at that.  There isn't much to report.  I've worked on Oneiros recently.  I was a bit more than half way through the story but changed gears and wrote the ending chapter.  It's what was working for me.  It seems I'm resorting back to my random-WiP-progress, just like my original writing days.  Here it is, midnight, I've finished the puzzle, and I'm thinking Oneiros is sounding like by buddy tonight.

Good night.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Wandering Puzzle

I'm not sure how many check-ins I've missed.  There is little to nothing to report with my WiPs.  A&F is once again in pieces and in the midst of another rewrite.  I argued with myself over it too much and decided to shut up and do it.  Then my Grandma fell ill.  Yes, my last remaining Grandmother.  We lost her a week ago yesterday.

Things are still a bit off for me.  I had started a puzzle of Dennis Lewan's The Playful Cat, 1000 piece.  This certain puzzle was originally purchased by my mom's mom, Gram, whom died of cancer in November.  She had loads of puzzles.  This was one of several that were never opened.  At the moment, it's nearly finished.  It was more difficult than I expected it to be.  I took another over to my Grandma's the other day, the day before she went into the hospital, planning to make time to visit more regularly and conquer another unopened puzzle.  It is still sitting unopened on her reading table.

I spent a little time on A&F while sitting in the ICU waiting room, but I couldn't tell you if I accomplished anything.  I last opened it the night my dad and I took our turn staying overnight at the hospital.

A&F is now officially the hardest WiP I've ever had.  When I started it for NaNoWriMo in November, my Gram died early that month.  Here it is, finally looking more like a book and less like a misshapen notepad, and we lose Dad's mom.  There should be some sort of rule against a girl loosing both grandmothers within the same year.  It's tempting to put this one in a desk drawer to be forgotten.

While I'm debating A&F's fate, I'm slowly assembling The Playful Cat.  It might help if my cats weren't snatching away pieces every other minute, but I guess that's part of the deal.  I also need to make amends with the Tort and Dragon.  They saw more store-bought food than fresh lawn salad over the past two weeks.  The Dragon closes her good eye to me when I deliver her meals, and the Tort has resembled more of a pet rock than usual.  It might continue for awhile longer, though.  The yard has pretty much withered away in the heat and my lack of watering.  Even the dandelions, Joanna's favorite, have dried up.  I picked some prickly pear for the tort in hopes of winning her back and managed to grab the wrong one.  I have a sticker-less cactus set aside just for that, but I got a handful of the prickly one.  After tweezing all the cactus thorns from my hands, burning the remaining pricklies from the cactus pad, and dicing the messy plant, Tiff perked up a bit.  If only Dragons were so easily pleased.