So back to a simpler time, when cat wrangling was my major anxiety and hope, back to the last day of 2019 and the saga of Purrsimmon and the rocky introduction of little Shuri.
Though Shuri did not have such a storied background as Purrsimmon, and thank goodness for that, here is what I do know about her history. Her mother Silverbell was found or surrendered to a shelter in Rowan County, NC between Winston Salem and Charlotte--central piedmont area of the state. I had driven just north of that county many times when I lived in Carrboro and Chapel Hill in the 80's. That shelter needed to make room for coastal shelter refugees from the effects of Hurricane Dorian in September, so a foster in Harford County, MD took in the pregnant Silverbell and there she gave birth to a litter of 7, on September 20th, Shuri among them. Here are pics of Silverbell I saw on petfinder:
Her fluffy coat is nothing like Shuri's short one or in color except for the cute little snowshoes. I can see a resemblance in face shape.
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Though Shuri did not have such a storied background as Purrsimmon, and thank goodness for that, here is what I do know about her history. Her mother Silverbell was found or surrendered to a shelter in Rowan County, NC between Winston Salem and Charlotte--central piedmont area of the state. I had driven just north of that county many times when I lived in Carrboro and Chapel Hill in the 80's. That shelter needed to make room for coastal shelter refugees from the effects of Hurricane Dorian in September, so a foster in Harford County, MD took in the pregnant Silverbell and there she gave birth to a litter of 7, on September 20th, Shuri among them. Here are pics of Silverbell I saw on petfinder:
Her fluffy coat is nothing like Shuri's short one or in color except for the cute little snowshoes. I can see a resemblance in face shape.
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I'm missing our fierce, sweet, curious Kimbra aka febobe so much. I hate that I will never get to meet her as I was hoping and hug her tight, at the same time, I'm glad she is out of pain and also out of the dark times we're in and not having the multiple horrid worries about getting her lupus meds and other care under these ongoing pandemic conditions.
She had one of the most open minds I have ever known and watching her take on issues and grow, delighted and impressed me. I had such admiration for her humility and willingness to listen to criticism when any of us thought she was in the wrong on a home issue. I love how hard she was working on her writing all through dealing with her myriad health issues and hope Rhune can carry on with them and get her more widely honored. Her enthusiasm and curiosity were also a delight, as well as her kindness. I loved her thoroughly hobbity preoccupation with food, though I admit I often tuned out on reading all the details she devoted to it, though I enjoyed the idea that she was writing them all out--the shopping, and storing, cooking, eating, eating out adventures, amounts of french dressing (OK, I did read some of them!) and missed a lot of what was going on with her in the skipping. She wrote more daily than I could keep up with, and dealt with more than I could bear to read some days--how incredibly strong she was.
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She had one of the most open minds I have ever known and watching her take on issues and grow, delighted and impressed me. I had such admiration for her humility and willingness to listen to criticism when any of us thought she was in the wrong on a home issue. I love how hard she was working on her writing all through dealing with her myriad health issues and hope Rhune can carry on with them and get her more widely honored. Her enthusiasm and curiosity were also a delight, as well as her kindness. I loved her thoroughly hobbity preoccupation with food, though I admit I often tuned out on reading all the details she devoted to it, though I enjoyed the idea that she was writing them all out--the shopping, and storing, cooking, eating, eating out adventures, amounts of french dressing (OK, I did read some of them!) and missed a lot of what was going on with her in the skipping. She wrote more daily than I could keep up with, and dealt with more than I could bear to read some days--how incredibly strong she was.
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Happy Birthday, sweet shirebound!!!!
I got me some roses for my birthday last week, so I share them with you!!!
I hope you have a cozy birthday weekend with your cute Pippin and some yummy treats!!!
Hugshugshugshugs!!!!
I got me some roses for my birthday last week, so I share them with you!!!
I hope you have a cozy birthday weekend with your cute Pippin and some yummy treats!!!
Hugshugshugshugs!!!!
When we left off, it was Saturday night, the last night of Chanuka, and I had just brought Pecan Pie home and set her up in the bathroom for the night with beds and plenty of toys, and she was a happy kitten with a constant motor boat purr, though she'd try to walk out every time I came to the bathroom during the night.
Since the upstairs bathroom was small, and I didn't want her stuck in there when I took a shower, I put her in my bedroom during the day with more toys. I just couldn't keep her in the bedroom at night because I didn't want to shut out Tuxie, since he sometimes came to bed with me and I wanted to avoid causing whatever resentment I could. So that all worked out and then there were several calls and emails on Sunday to the rescue to set up getting new antibiotics for Shuri to replace the bottle I threw out in the bag she peed in.
Now I had 3 cats in separate places to divide time with. Purry now had the run of the house, along with Tuxie and no blood had been shed, and the likelihood of that happening was dropping so that was great. The downstairs bathroom was still her base and she spent most time in there, with play runs in the living room.
When I emailed my cousin and brother I was deciding on whether to name the kitten Shuri or Iskierka (Iska Kitty), they both stated a preference for Shuri, and I saw the benefit of the easier name being her first name, so Shuri it was.
So it was time to introduce Shuri to Purry and see if they'd get along and be the companion they each needed. I shut Purrsimmon back in the downstairs bathroom that was still her safe space and toy filled, and brought in Shuri. Shuri immediately started playing with all these wonderful new toys.
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Since the upstairs bathroom was small, and I didn't want her stuck in there when I took a shower, I put her in my bedroom during the day with more toys. I just couldn't keep her in the bedroom at night because I didn't want to shut out Tuxie, since he sometimes came to bed with me and I wanted to avoid causing whatever resentment I could. So that all worked out and then there were several calls and emails on Sunday to the rescue to set up getting new antibiotics for Shuri to replace the bottle I threw out in the bag she peed in.
Now I had 3 cats in separate places to divide time with. Purry now had the run of the house, along with Tuxie and no blood had been shed, and the likelihood of that happening was dropping so that was great. The downstairs bathroom was still her base and she spent most time in there, with play runs in the living room.
When I emailed my cousin and brother I was deciding on whether to name the kitten Shuri or Iskierka (Iska Kitty), they both stated a preference for Shuri, and I saw the benefit of the easier name being her first name, so Shuri it was.
So it was time to introduce Shuri to Purry and see if they'd get along and be the companion they each needed. I shut Purrsimmon back in the downstairs bathroom that was still her safe space and toy filled, and brought in Shuri. Shuri immediately started playing with all these wonderful new toys.
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When I was deciding whether or not to keep Purrsimmon's name, I googled "persimmon" and was surprised to learn it was a Native American word, or rather, an aglicization thereof. Specifically, it is an Algonquin word of the Powhatan people, which are the people who lived where Purry was found, fostered, and now lives, and if I followed correctly, some descendants have taken up tribal recognition in NJ, the state where I was born and grew up. So these are all awesome connections arguing for keeping the name.
I had always thought "persimmon" was an Asian word, probably because more grocery stores carry Chinese and Japanese varieties of persimmons. But since Purry is a siamese cat, it's good that there is an Asian connection here in usage and there are varieties of persimmon trees grown in the highlands of southeast Asia. There are hundreds of varieties world wide, but the Powhatan would have been referring to the Virginia Persimmon, a tree that grows throughout the eastern US up to CT and as far west as Minnesota, and has a smaller fruit than the popular Asian varieties. In those of these trees that live at least a century, their heart wood (dead core) becomes a hard ebony wood, and ebony trees are actually of the same family. Technically, the fruit is classified as a berry, which means I have me a Purry Berry! A Creamy Dreamy Sunny Funny Furry Purry Berry with the Bluest Blueberry eyes!!! Mooooore nicknames! I will save telling you her full name for another entry.
Here's a good pic I finally got of my Elf Princess's eyes:
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I had always thought "persimmon" was an Asian word, probably because more grocery stores carry Chinese and Japanese varieties of persimmons. But since Purry is a siamese cat, it's good that there is an Asian connection here in usage and there are varieties of persimmon trees grown in the highlands of southeast Asia. There are hundreds of varieties world wide, but the Powhatan would have been referring to the Virginia Persimmon, a tree that grows throughout the eastern US up to CT and as far west as Minnesota, and has a smaller fruit than the popular Asian varieties. In those of these trees that live at least a century, their heart wood (dead core) becomes a hard ebony wood, and ebony trees are actually of the same family. Technically, the fruit is classified as a berry, which means I have me a Purry Berry! A Creamy Dreamy Sunny Funny Furry Purry Berry with the Bluest Blueberry eyes!!! Mooooore nicknames! I will save telling you her full name for another entry.
Here's a good pic I finally got of my Elf Princess's eyes:
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- Current Music:Prokofiev: The Love for Three Oranges aka The Purry Parade March
o here's what I know about Pursimmon's back story: she was found at the end of July as a pregnant stray in the northwestern most county of the Maryland panhandle by animal control and taken to the county shelter. The county is sparsely populated and the Alleghany Mountains of the Appalachian Range runs through it. So there's lots of wilderness and state parks with a few small towns and some villages and resorts.
I don't know if she was found in a town, around homesteads, a resort or camp where she was left behind by tourists, or in the wilderness, but I'm glad it was summer and hope she didn't go stray in the winter, because that would be some cold country to be out in winter. But there's no telling how many days or weeks or months she had been living stray, whether she was a young kitten or a young cat when lost or dumped, and what kind of socialization she had before being homeless. Siameses can get pregnant earlier than other breeds, as early as 4 months old.
Within a day of being captured and brought to the shelter, this mountain girl gave birth to 3 kittens. I imagine even a shelter cage felt safer than the life she was living as a place to give birth, poor thing. One of them died within a few days. The remainder were a flame-point boy, like his mom except he was deaf, and a dilute tortoiseshell girl.
A rescue out there transported Purrsimmon and her kittens south to a rescue group in Purcelville, VA in the Virginia foothills, a little more populated area at the far edge of the Washington, DC metro area where she and her kittens would have a better chance to find adopters. A fosterer with a spare room to keep a mom with her kittens in separation from her other foster animals was found, and Purrsimmon was put on mom duty for 2 months until her kittens were old enough to be adopted. Her daughter was adopted then, but her son broke his leg and so Purrsimmon was kept on mom duty with him another month. Her son was then adopted by a man who works with deaf people, so that was a nice connection where his disability could be an asset in his new home.
Purrsimmon was spayed in October. They determined her to be about a year old, so they made her birthday, October 1st. Off mom duty, she could now hang out with the other foster cats and she liked to sit near another young cat, a dilute tortoiseshell girl, but was skittish with people. Now it was time to find her a home and they started advertising her on Petfinder.com and other sites. This was the pic of her I saw on Petfinder before I decided to ask about her in December after Moo died:
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I don't know if she was found in a town, around homesteads, a resort or camp where she was left behind by tourists, or in the wilderness, but I'm glad it was summer and hope she didn't go stray in the winter, because that would be some cold country to be out in winter. But there's no telling how many days or weeks or months she had been living stray, whether she was a young kitten or a young cat when lost or dumped, and what kind of socialization she had before being homeless. Siameses can get pregnant earlier than other breeds, as early as 4 months old.
Within a day of being captured and brought to the shelter, this mountain girl gave birth to 3 kittens. I imagine even a shelter cage felt safer than the life she was living as a place to give birth, poor thing. One of them died within a few days. The remainder were a flame-point boy, like his mom except he was deaf, and a dilute tortoiseshell girl.
A rescue out there transported Purrsimmon and her kittens south to a rescue group in Purcelville, VA in the Virginia foothills, a little more populated area at the far edge of the Washington, DC metro area where she and her kittens would have a better chance to find adopters. A fosterer with a spare room to keep a mom with her kittens in separation from her other foster animals was found, and Purrsimmon was put on mom duty for 2 months until her kittens were old enough to be adopted. Her daughter was adopted then, but her son broke his leg and so Purrsimmon was kept on mom duty with him another month. Her son was then adopted by a man who works with deaf people, so that was a nice connection where his disability could be an asset in his new home.
Purrsimmon was spayed in October. They determined her to be about a year old, so they made her birthday, October 1st. Off mom duty, she could now hang out with the other foster cats and she liked to sit near another young cat, a dilute tortoiseshell girl, but was skittish with people. Now it was time to find her a home and they started advertising her on Petfinder.com and other sites. This was the pic of her I saw on Petfinder before I decided to ask about her in December after Moo died:
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I've been looking at petfinder.com pretty much daily since Saki died 4 years ago, to get my siamese fix and see what meezers were out there for adoption. This was the longest stretch I've ever lived without a meezer in my home. I didn't think Moo would be happy with a new addition, being a competitive kitty who did not like competing for attention, and she finally had more of my attention after Saki was gone. And I think it was the right decision and I'm glad I got to give Moo all the attention she wanted for her last 4 years and got to see more sides of her and that there was nothing between her and me loving her up at the end. Tuxie is fine with giving room.
Though Moo and Tuxie didn't seem close since Moo was done mothering him 13 years ago back when I thought they were inseparable, they became close again the first nervous month after the move to the house this summer and huddled together, so they could still take comfort in each other and their sense of family was definitely still there. Since Tuxie had never lived without Moo, I didn't want Tuxie to be alone long after she died. I needed a kitty who craved more attention than Tuxie, as well. I always told Tuxie I was going to get a young siamese kitty to drive him nuts when he'd be an aggressive jerk to his beloved Saki, so it was time for karma to take it's course.
After Moo died the beginning of December, I put in an application on a 2 year old tortie-point siamese who looked like Saki in form, though she had a lot more colors (oranges and blacks) and was described as "an aggressively affectionate bowling ball" in her ad, which would have been a good description of Saki, but someone got there first with their accepted application. Then I applied for 2 more tortie points: a 6 month old, and then a small kitten. I didn't plan on applying for kittens because kittens, and especially siamese kittens, usually place pretty easily, and I'm happy with a young cat up to 5 years, who don't get forever homes as easily, but I was getting desperate to get me a tortie point siamese by the third. I'd love to be able to take in senior cats as they're the most loving and cuddly and so in need, but I've been medicating cats for so long now, I really could use someone young and healthy for a stretch, if luck would grant it, time wise, and also expense wise--there's only so far my retirement will stretch, and my diabetic Tuxie is an expensive little boy to keep healthy. But each of these kitties was spoken for first.
Though getting a tortie point like Saki was my priority, I figured it would be best to get 2 cats and was thinking I would like to have a flame-point siamese as the second, as I've never lived with one of these red-headed beauties, and there had been a young flame-point who had been advertised for a long while on petfinder.com, which might not be a good sign, but she had a sweet face, and I had been considering her, so I put in an application.
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Though Moo and Tuxie didn't seem close since Moo was done mothering him 13 years ago back when I thought they were inseparable, they became close again the first nervous month after the move to the house this summer and huddled together, so they could still take comfort in each other and their sense of family was definitely still there. Since Tuxie had never lived without Moo, I didn't want Tuxie to be alone long after she died. I needed a kitty who craved more attention than Tuxie, as well. I always told Tuxie I was going to get a young siamese kitty to drive him nuts when he'd be an aggressive jerk to his beloved Saki, so it was time for karma to take it's course.
After Moo died the beginning of December, I put in an application on a 2 year old tortie-point siamese who looked like Saki in form, though she had a lot more colors (oranges and blacks) and was described as "an aggressively affectionate bowling ball" in her ad, which would have been a good description of Saki, but someone got there first with their accepted application. Then I applied for 2 more tortie points: a 6 month old, and then a small kitten. I didn't plan on applying for kittens because kittens, and especially siamese kittens, usually place pretty easily, and I'm happy with a young cat up to 5 years, who don't get forever homes as easily, but I was getting desperate to get me a tortie point siamese by the third. I'd love to be able to take in senior cats as they're the most loving and cuddly and so in need, but I've been medicating cats for so long now, I really could use someone young and healthy for a stretch, if luck would grant it, time wise, and also expense wise--there's only so far my retirement will stretch, and my diabetic Tuxie is an expensive little boy to keep healthy. But each of these kitties was spoken for first.
Though getting a tortie point like Saki was my priority, I figured it would be best to get 2 cats and was thinking I would like to have a flame-point siamese as the second, as I've never lived with one of these red-headed beauties, and there had been a young flame-point who had been advertised for a long while on petfinder.com, which might not be a good sign, but she had a sweet face, and I had been considering her, so I put in an application.
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My deepest sympathies to my UK peeps on what seems to be going down with elections. I share your fears. Why so many awful people would rather go down with their ships than share them on both sides of the Atlantic--I dunno. I just don't know. Rest. Then fight some more and play when you can, because that's what we do no matter how many things they break.
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I'm still digging a ginormous hole in the ground in my backyard.
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Moo/Mooshka/Mooshkin
Moo Brandybuck Breakstone
PriMoola Brandybuck
Princess Holstein the Winsome
April 1, 2005 (approx) - Dec 2, 2019
Moo was fading. She wouldn't eat any of the dozens of foods I set before her, and though the rugs I put down everywhere and padded steps helped her getting around better to get to her closer water and litter box stations, her front legs were beginning to go. I was giving her subcutaneous fluids at home over the weekend, and though they make them feel better over all, she was always weaker for hours after injection of them until the imbalance of the fluid bulge dispersed.
In the middle of the night last night, her breathing started to be more labored and she peed her little bed because she didn't have the strength to get up. So in the morning I determined it was time--I was afraid she was suffering with the labored breathing. And I was getting less able to get up and help her in the middle of the night after slipping on one the rugs and falling T-Day night. I took care of Tuxie's food and insulin and loved her up some more and took her to go. Tuxie didn't want to say goodbye--her breathing scared him and he turned his back on us and looked scared when I brought her to him to say goodbye.
I sat with her a couple of hours at the vet, as it turned out, because she was busy in surgery. Moo seemed stronger, her breathing back to normal, and more alert than she had been--she meowed, and made clear she wanted something. I asked for a litterbox and a cup of water brought--it was the water she wanted and she drank a lot. The strength was all probably due to the adrenaline surge of going to the vet. Otherwise I sat with her in my arms and lap, petting her, blinking love to each other as she rested. I had second thoughts as she seemed stronger, but Dr. S told me she's probably feeling worse than weak--kidney failure makes you feel lousy and nauseous.
I had a week to love her up and she blinked it back, and laid her head in my hand and paw on my lap, and seemed comforted by being carried as she always loved, but also cleaned up. She was so willing to accept help, letting me help her position her struggling legs in walking and sitting up by her water bowls and getting her tail out of the way in the litter box and purred at being cleaned up with wipes and fluffed with towels. I don't think my Saki or most other cats I know would have accepted this much help and be comforted by it. But all I needed was for her to have a fall and injure herself further or go into respiratory arrest and go in a painful and scary way. So it was time.
I held Moo in my arms, petting her and loving her as she looked back with tired love, and the Dr gave her the drugs through a catheter as she slipped away gently and was gone before I knew it.
Moo hunted me down outside my old apartment. She'd follow me down to the town center and the gym and I'd carry her back in my arms--she'd be full of delighted purrs at this--it was always her favorite thing, along with sitting in the sun. And Tuxie, her little feral shadow kitten, would cautiously but tenaciously follow behind us. I never aspired to have a black and white cow kitty--I'm imprinted for siamese cats but tabbies and calicoes have always turned my head, too. But now I'll always feel that special affection for cow kitties.
She hunted me down and I took her in my arms and carried her and loved her and then she was gone. That was Mooshka.
I hope to be able to dig a hole deep enough in the yard to plant the apricot tree and bury her beneath it. I don't know if I have the strength to get through that much clay--I may need to find someone to hire to help. But the vet is holding her body for now until I work this out. And now I need to love up Tuxie, because his relationship with his mom was complicated, and I think he knows she was dying and is gone, but we'll get through this together.
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Moo Brandybuck Breakstone
PriMoola Brandybuck
Princess Holstein the Winsome
April 1, 2005 (approx) - Dec 2, 2019
Moo was fading. She wouldn't eat any of the dozens of foods I set before her, and though the rugs I put down everywhere and padded steps helped her getting around better to get to her closer water and litter box stations, her front legs were beginning to go. I was giving her subcutaneous fluids at home over the weekend, and though they make them feel better over all, she was always weaker for hours after injection of them until the imbalance of the fluid bulge dispersed.
In the middle of the night last night, her breathing started to be more labored and she peed her little bed because she didn't have the strength to get up. So in the morning I determined it was time--I was afraid she was suffering with the labored breathing. And I was getting less able to get up and help her in the middle of the night after slipping on one the rugs and falling T-Day night. I took care of Tuxie's food and insulin and loved her up some more and took her to go. Tuxie didn't want to say goodbye--her breathing scared him and he turned his back on us and looked scared when I brought her to him to say goodbye.
I sat with her a couple of hours at the vet, as it turned out, because she was busy in surgery. Moo seemed stronger, her breathing back to normal, and more alert than she had been--she meowed, and made clear she wanted something. I asked for a litterbox and a cup of water brought--it was the water she wanted and she drank a lot. The strength was all probably due to the adrenaline surge of going to the vet. Otherwise I sat with her in my arms and lap, petting her, blinking love to each other as she rested. I had second thoughts as she seemed stronger, but Dr. S told me she's probably feeling worse than weak--kidney failure makes you feel lousy and nauseous.
I had a week to love her up and she blinked it back, and laid her head in my hand and paw on my lap, and seemed comforted by being carried as she always loved, but also cleaned up. She was so willing to accept help, letting me help her position her struggling legs in walking and sitting up by her water bowls and getting her tail out of the way in the litter box and purred at being cleaned up with wipes and fluffed with towels. I don't think my Saki or most other cats I know would have accepted this much help and be comforted by it. But all I needed was for her to have a fall and injure herself further or go into respiratory arrest and go in a painful and scary way. So it was time.
I held Moo in my arms, petting her and loving her as she looked back with tired love, and the Dr gave her the drugs through a catheter as she slipped away gently and was gone before I knew it.
Moo hunted me down outside my old apartment. She'd follow me down to the town center and the gym and I'd carry her back in my arms--she'd be full of delighted purrs at this--it was always her favorite thing, along with sitting in the sun. And Tuxie, her little feral shadow kitten, would cautiously but tenaciously follow behind us. I never aspired to have a black and white cow kitty--I'm imprinted for siamese cats but tabbies and calicoes have always turned my head, too. But now I'll always feel that special affection for cow kitties.
She hunted me down and I took her in my arms and carried her and loved her and then she was gone. That was Mooshka.
I hope to be able to dig a hole deep enough in the yard to plant the apricot tree and bury her beneath it. I don't know if I have the strength to get through that much clay--I may need to find someone to hire to help. But the vet is holding her body for now until I work this out. And now I need to love up Tuxie, because his relationship with his mom was complicated, and I think he knows she was dying and is gone, but we'll get through this together.
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Tests came back and Moo is in last stages of kidney failure. I took her in today for a shot of fluids and an anti-nausea drug (cerenia), but she's very weak. The doc said I could take her to the emergency clinic and they could keep her for a few days and pump her with fluids and meds and maybe there'd be a miracle, but she's more likely to be shortly back in kidney failure than not if we did, and I don't want to put her through the terrible trauma of it with such a bad prognosis. Best advice is put her down or keep her as long as she purrs and eats as her systems slowly shut down, and they said they'd not let me prolong it if I failed at the letting go test when the time came. At first I was going to take her in for the last time this evening since she didn't eat yesterday, but I found something she ate with gusto, so I cancelled with relief and decided we'll take it day by day.
I didn't have more of that food (Delectables Pate Tuna--it's new) and couldn't find more of it today in Petsmart or the groceries around here and didn't remember where I found it, and she didn't eat anything I offered her this evening, but she still purrs when I carry her and she's purring against me right now and otherwise resting peacefully--thank gods she's no longer spasming when she purrs. Her coat is still beautifully full and soft like bunny fur.
Mooshka can walk, but very badly, and I'm trying to anticipate her wants for the litter box and carrying her, as well as carrying water and food to her. She did go down the stairs last night while I was sleeping and can still jump on the sofa and futon because she's a determined little woozle, but she walks like she's got very bad neuropathy and is practically crawling, and it's not going to get better. She has loved being carried from when I first met her and that's what we'll do. Yesterday, the Dr gave her a buprenorphine, and I was leary because it has always strung her out after surgery and dentals and talked him into a light dose, but it still left her sleeping fitfully and I think more uncomfortable with the restlessness, so no more of that. Today at least she is sleeping deeper and more peacefully.
So I'll see how she does tomorrow. Research says I can find that food only at Walmart, so I'll take a fast trip there and hope she eats again and the rest of the day I'm with her, then take her in for fluids and cerenia in the evening if she hasn't worsened and we need to euthanize then. Otherwise, we take it day by day, but they're numbered now.
One of the heated beds I ordered for her came today, so I've set it up on her side of the bed (by her step stool) and see what she thinks of it when she tires of sleeping in my arms. I'm glad it came in time. Thank you all for the good wishes--they help a lot. Please wish her appetite and comfortable rest, and me the calmness to be all she needs to keep her purring and make her last days comfortable ones.
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I didn't have more of that food (Delectables Pate Tuna--it's new) and couldn't find more of it today in Petsmart or the groceries around here and didn't remember where I found it, and she didn't eat anything I offered her this evening, but she still purrs when I carry her and she's purring against me right now and otherwise resting peacefully--thank gods she's no longer spasming when she purrs. Her coat is still beautifully full and soft like bunny fur.
Mooshka can walk, but very badly, and I'm trying to anticipate her wants for the litter box and carrying her, as well as carrying water and food to her. She did go down the stairs last night while I was sleeping and can still jump on the sofa and futon because she's a determined little woozle, but she walks like she's got very bad neuropathy and is practically crawling, and it's not going to get better. She has loved being carried from when I first met her and that's what we'll do. Yesterday, the Dr gave her a buprenorphine, and I was leary because it has always strung her out after surgery and dentals and talked him into a light dose, but it still left her sleeping fitfully and I think more uncomfortable with the restlessness, so no more of that. Today at least she is sleeping deeper and more peacefully.
So I'll see how she does tomorrow. Research says I can find that food only at Walmart, so I'll take a fast trip there and hope she eats again and the rest of the day I'm with her, then take her in for fluids and cerenia in the evening if she hasn't worsened and we need to euthanize then. Otherwise, we take it day by day, but they're numbered now.
One of the heated beds I ordered for her came today, so I've set it up on her side of the bed (by her step stool) and see what she thinks of it when she tires of sleeping in my arms. I'm glad it came in time. Thank you all for the good wishes--they help a lot. Please wish her appetite and comfortable rest, and me the calmness to be all she needs to keep her purring and make her last days comfortable ones.
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My Mooshkin is having another bad bout of pancreatitis that started on Wednesday. She seemed to be getting a little better this morning as she ate better, and the spasms are gone, but she seemed weaker this evening and wouldn't eat much. It could be that's it's raining hard out this evening and she does have arthritis, so the pancreatic pain might still be getting better but the joint pain is now worse, so I'm hoping she'll be better in the morning, but she needs the meds I powder in her food to get better, so it's a tough cycle to break out of. Moo has a bout every 2 to 3 months and I then add an anti-nausea drug to her regular assortment for a week, by the end of which she is better, but this is a bad one with bad gas she hasn't had before.
I will take her to the vet on Monday if she is not better by then and something else might be adding to it. It's just hard seeing her feeling so poorly and weak, and not knowing if this is the time it won't get better and I need to end her misery. Though Tuxie has diabetes, he's so physically strong, full of appetite and curiosity that Moo isn't, which I suspect is due to chronic pain, and I don't think she will be around near as long as he will be if I can keep him regulated. If you have a chance, please send good wishes her way. She's had a lousy week, poor woozle.
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I will take her to the vet on Monday if she is not better by then and something else might be adding to it. It's just hard seeing her feeling so poorly and weak, and not knowing if this is the time it won't get better and I need to end her misery. Though Tuxie has diabetes, he's so physically strong, full of appetite and curiosity that Moo isn't, which I suspect is due to chronic pain, and I don't think she will be around near as long as he will be if I can keep him regulated. If you have a chance, please send good wishes her way. She's had a lousy week, poor woozle.
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febobe!!!!!
May it be filled with easy travels, yummy treats, and love!!!!
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febobe!!!!!May it be filled with easy travels, yummy treats, and love!!!!
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Hi! I missed you all! You didn't know I was gone, but I was soooo gone and with no ruby slippers to bring me back!
So Wednesday after work, I went out of my way to bring my old Verizon equipment to the county Verizon store that would accept it back, because all the Verizon stores near me would not, which is just bogus crap, but that's how they do it. It was raining bad and the entrance to the store was hard to find and the clerk I brought it to didn't want to do anything because there was a power outage at the store and wanted me to come back another time, and I wasn't happy with that idea after all the efforts I had made with getting there and being turned away by reasonably near stores. I suggested he use ancient technology and put a post-it note on my box of old equipment with my info and process it when the power was back up, which he agreed was possibly doable, and I left it with his seething self. He got me back good by disconnecting my current service on Friday afternoon while I was teleworking at home and I lost hours of work time.
And I lost not only hours of work time. I was on the cell phone, and on chat on cell phone for 5 hours and much of that time on hold with sounds called music, and talked to a variety of Verizon workers of different departments and map locations who told me lots of things about calling back that didn't happen, some of it wrong, some of it lies, and champion question ignoring on chat, 5 hours went by this way and I had the biggest brain meltdown in years. Wow, did it make me crazy. Good thing I was in the privacy of my own home. I screamed, I cried, I lost my voice, and hated life, the universe, and everything and found my only comfort in Dorothy Parker's poem on the feeling. I put myself to bed early after ibuprofen and a big glass of wine and slept on and off for 12 hours with cuddly cats. Nothing can shoot my sanity out the window and into the stratosphere like dealing with utilities or new computer programs, but with the amount of contradictory info and being on hold I got I dare anyone prone to anxiety to hold onto their brain through that. My fault for my stupid, stupid tenacity to hang on for 5 damned hours of we-don't-care-if-we-keep-your-business-o
Sleeping long, however, was a good idea. And I am so glad my cell phone is a separate account, also with Verizon, or I don't know how I'd have dealt with this. I dealt with them for a couple of hours on Saturday and did other things. Still no reconnection, but my identity verification was complete--because my current cell phone account and old home account with them cut off on Friday was not good enough. Today I went through 3 more Verizon people--I may have spoken to everyone who works at Verizon at this point, and got to a really good technician in New Jersey who pushed tech services and got my line turned on this afternoon. It's a new account, but I was able to forgo them making a home technician appointment and just activate the lines to my phone and internet equipment. And here I am. It was a journey through Shadow and Pain.
The only reason I did not switch to Xfinity is because I have no illusions it would take less crap to get set up with them, and dealing with home service visits, as well as MORE equipment to get back to Verizon. If I had just dumped the old equipment in the trash, I probably wouldn't have gone through this and there's no indication that they were ever intending to ask and bill me for the old equipment or give me a discount, among other things Verizon clerks make up.
But my vet called yesterday with Moo's biopsy results, and the lesion on her head was not cancerous, but it could have developed into cancer if left, so I am glad we had it removed, and that made Saturday better. More of these lesions could develop on her head area, so I will need to keep close watch. Her stitches come out Friday--so far she is not scratching them, thank goodness, and I will get more details on these lesions then. Tomorrow I see my oncologist about the results for the yearly breast MRI I went for last month, but I would have heard something already if the results were iffy, so no worries there. Next up, get the 3 tooth implants that I had put in last year checked and then start getting crowns for them, and get a new pcp and appointment for that.
I look forward to the heat breaking and being able to step into my yard without melting. I would have liked to have gone to see Apollo 11 projected on the Washington Monument, but no way I could in this heat. But I got to see the Apollo Saturn launch on location for the Apollo-Soyuz mission in 1975, so I can't complain. If this crap had to happen, at least it did not happen on a weekend with nice weather to miss.
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So Wednesday after work, I went out of my way to bring my old Verizon equipment to the county Verizon store that would accept it back, because all the Verizon stores near me would not, which is just bogus crap, but that's how they do it. It was raining bad and the entrance to the store was hard to find and the clerk I brought it to didn't want to do anything because there was a power outage at the store and wanted me to come back another time, and I wasn't happy with that idea after all the efforts I had made with getting there and being turned away by reasonably near stores. I suggested he use ancient technology and put a post-it note on my box of old equipment with my info and process it when the power was back up, which he agreed was possibly doable, and I left it with his seething self. He got me back good by disconnecting my current service on Friday afternoon while I was teleworking at home and I lost hours of work time.
And I lost not only hours of work time. I was on the cell phone, and on chat on cell phone for 5 hours and much of that time on hold with sounds called music, and talked to a variety of Verizon workers of different departments and map locations who told me lots of things about calling back that didn't happen, some of it wrong, some of it lies, and champion question ignoring on chat, 5 hours went by this way and I had the biggest brain meltdown in years. Wow, did it make me crazy. Good thing I was in the privacy of my own home. I screamed, I cried, I lost my voice, and hated life, the universe, and everything and found my only comfort in Dorothy Parker's poem on the feeling. I put myself to bed early after ibuprofen and a big glass of wine and slept on and off for 12 hours with cuddly cats. Nothing can shoot my sanity out the window and into the stratosphere like dealing with utilities or new computer programs, but with the amount of contradictory info and being on hold I got I dare anyone prone to anxiety to hold onto their brain through that. My fault for my stupid, stupid tenacity to hang on for 5 damned hours of we-don't-care-if-we-keep-your-business-o
Sleeping long, however, was a good idea. And I am so glad my cell phone is a separate account, also with Verizon, or I don't know how I'd have dealt with this. I dealt with them for a couple of hours on Saturday and did other things. Still no reconnection, but my identity verification was complete--because my current cell phone account and old home account with them cut off on Friday was not good enough. Today I went through 3 more Verizon people--I may have spoken to everyone who works at Verizon at this point, and got to a really good technician in New Jersey who pushed tech services and got my line turned on this afternoon. It's a new account, but I was able to forgo them making a home technician appointment and just activate the lines to my phone and internet equipment. And here I am. It was a journey through Shadow and Pain.
The only reason I did not switch to Xfinity is because I have no illusions it would take less crap to get set up with them, and dealing with home service visits, as well as MORE equipment to get back to Verizon. If I had just dumped the old equipment in the trash, I probably wouldn't have gone through this and there's no indication that they were ever intending to ask and bill me for the old equipment or give me a discount, among other things Verizon clerks make up.
But my vet called yesterday with Moo's biopsy results, and the lesion on her head was not cancerous, but it could have developed into cancer if left, so I am glad we had it removed, and that made Saturday better. More of these lesions could develop on her head area, so I will need to keep close watch. Her stitches come out Friday--so far she is not scratching them, thank goodness, and I will get more details on these lesions then. Tomorrow I see my oncologist about the results for the yearly breast MRI I went for last month, but I would have heard something already if the results were iffy, so no worries there. Next up, get the 3 tooth implants that I had put in last year checked and then start getting crowns for them, and get a new pcp and appointment for that.
I look forward to the heat breaking and being able to step into my yard without melting. I would have liked to have gone to see Apollo 11 projected on the Washington Monument, but no way I could in this heat. But I got to see the Apollo Saturn launch on location for the Apollo-Soyuz mission in 1975, so I can't complain. If this crap had to happen, at least it did not happen on a weekend with nice weather to miss.
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Moo is at the vet for a biopsy of a flaky patch on her forehead, as well as a dental cleaning, so please send your good thoughts this way. It will take a while to get results and these things are usually benign, but sometimes they aren't and I always worry when they're under anesthesia. It's been a hard week for many of our hobbit posse kitties!
Otherwise, things are OK, just hectic with trying to unpack and get the garden planted. And I've put a priority on sleep to fix all the aches I acquired moving. I still need to get myself back to swimming which will heal all, just trying to find the time. I've already been hit up to pet sit for 2 neighbors last week, which had me grumbly because still hectic and overwhelmed here, but they are good people I want to start on the right foot with because neighbor friends are the best kind, and their pets are much less labor intensive than my crew.
And I got to spend Saturday night with a REAL fox a few weekends ago, so my social life is undoubtedly better than yours! It was just before dark and I was planting a mountain laurel bush and I spotted said fox ambling down the garden path behind the neighbors yard toward mine, so I stood very still with joy. She was a big one with a lovely red coat, black stockings, and a fluffy tail. She came to about 10 feet of me when she noticed me, looked up at me for a few moments, then detoured into the woods beside us to make a circle around me and came back out onto the lawn of my yard about a dozen feet behind me, plopped herself down on her butt and commenced scratching her ear with her hind foot on and off while watching me, probably testing to see if I was threat or safe. I stood looking at her over my shoulder and chatting to her in the high little Disney voice critters tend to like. This went on for several minutes, then she got up with a comical little side kick and continued on her way, stopped behind a bush on the border between my yard and the next, and I think watched me some more, and then went on her way. It was a pretty magical experience and just the very kind of encounter I was hoping to eventually have in my yard. There are many foxes in the neighborhood--I've seen them crossing the streets here often and a neighbor says there is a fox den in the woods not far from my yard, so I hope I meet her and her family again and that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship with these fluffy neighbors.
Happy Froday to ya'll!
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Otherwise, things are OK, just hectic with trying to unpack and get the garden planted. And I've put a priority on sleep to fix all the aches I acquired moving. I still need to get myself back to swimming which will heal all, just trying to find the time. I've already been hit up to pet sit for 2 neighbors last week, which had me grumbly because still hectic and overwhelmed here, but they are good people I want to start on the right foot with because neighbor friends are the best kind, and their pets are much less labor intensive than my crew.
And I got to spend Saturday night with a REAL fox a few weekends ago, so my social life is undoubtedly better than yours! It was just before dark and I was planting a mountain laurel bush and I spotted said fox ambling down the garden path behind the neighbors yard toward mine, so I stood very still with joy. She was a big one with a lovely red coat, black stockings, and a fluffy tail. She came to about 10 feet of me when she noticed me, looked up at me for a few moments, then detoured into the woods beside us to make a circle around me and came back out onto the lawn of my yard about a dozen feet behind me, plopped herself down on her butt and commenced scratching her ear with her hind foot on and off while watching me, probably testing to see if I was threat or safe. I stood looking at her over my shoulder and chatting to her in the high little Disney voice critters tend to like. This went on for several minutes, then she got up with a comical little side kick and continued on her way, stopped behind a bush on the border between my yard and the next, and I think watched me some more, and then went on her way. It was a pretty magical experience and just the very kind of encounter I was hoping to eventually have in my yard. There are many foxes in the neighborhood--I've seen them crossing the streets here often and a neighbor says there is a fox den in the woods not far from my yard, so I hope I meet her and her family again and that this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship with these fluffy neighbors.
Happy Froday to ya'll!
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IT IS DONE!!!!
As of this evening, I am completely moved into my house. The apartment is empty and clean, and the storage bin now is too, and I turned n the keys to that apartment. Joy!!!!
I am HOME!!! The kitties and I are home!!!!
It was quite a physical ordeal. Problems with movers--the first sucked--switched to others who were better, but didn't move as much as I hoped. I couldn't pay people to help me more. I'm grateful to my friend Rob for a couple sessions of help until he came down with a bad virus. Lots of leg joint pain and sciatica, and I had to take some days off from exhaustion, but I got everything down those stairs and tonight I finished the storage bin, so everything from there up a half flight. I threw out 2/3 of what I had in the apartment and bin--be proud of me! I took a full PT Cruiser load of stuff to the animal shelter, a full PT Cruiser load of stuff to the thrift shop, and have another load of stuff for the animal shelter to drop off. But even that 1/3 has filled my garage, and a lot of my guest room, and living room, so more culling ahead as I unbox. I am so grateful to have that garage aka The Holodeck. It really wasn't possible to move in until the builders cleared out of the garage the end of April, so I could put so much of my stuff in it. The digging out begins after a good week or two of extra sleep and the resumption of swimming at the aquatic center.
I moved the kitties here almost 3 weeks ago--a year to the day from buying the house. I expected Tuxie to have a hard time and Moo to adjust more easily, and for the first 3 hours, they were true to form: Tuxie wouldn't leave his carrier, and Moo snuffled his face encouraging. But once he came out he adjusted fairly quickly. I started them closed in the bedroom and established it as the Sanctuary room, let them explore the rest of the upstairs when they were ready with the stairway screened off, then downstairs a couple days later when they were ready. I think being able to huddle with Moo--they normally don't touch much--really helped Tuxie. Moo, however, wouldn't eat for 5 days, and I was afraid I'd lose her like I did my Storm when we moved to the efficiency and she never recovered. But I took some time off from moving to spend time with her, got her a dose of an appetite stimulant, and got all kinds of broth treats, and day by day she ate a little more, began to forget what she was upset about, got her spirits up, and at about 2 weeks she was acclimated and a relaxed cat. Though nervous, Tuxie quickly took obvious joy in exploring and immediately adored the new cat climber, and was delighted to see the old watchtower condo when the movers brought it, so he adjusted beautifully. The porch isn't done yet--the best yet awaits them.
Though there were many crashes, life upgrade installation is finally 100% complete! I did it! We're home! I am so not doing this ever again until I am in a little urn! Home!
If there's anything you posted that you want me to know about while I was completing my quest, please tell me and I'll try to catch up as I pick up with regular life again. (-:
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As of this evening, I am completely moved into my house. The apartment is empty and clean, and the storage bin now is too, and I turned n the keys to that apartment. Joy!!!!
I am HOME!!! The kitties and I are home!!!!
It was quite a physical ordeal. Problems with movers--the first sucked--switched to others who were better, but didn't move as much as I hoped. I couldn't pay people to help me more. I'm grateful to my friend Rob for a couple sessions of help until he came down with a bad virus. Lots of leg joint pain and sciatica, and I had to take some days off from exhaustion, but I got everything down those stairs and tonight I finished the storage bin, so everything from there up a half flight. I threw out 2/3 of what I had in the apartment and bin--be proud of me! I took a full PT Cruiser load of stuff to the animal shelter, a full PT Cruiser load of stuff to the thrift shop, and have another load of stuff for the animal shelter to drop off. But even that 1/3 has filled my garage, and a lot of my guest room, and living room, so more culling ahead as I unbox. I am so grateful to have that garage aka The Holodeck. It really wasn't possible to move in until the builders cleared out of the garage the end of April, so I could put so much of my stuff in it. The digging out begins after a good week or two of extra sleep and the resumption of swimming at the aquatic center.
I moved the kitties here almost 3 weeks ago--a year to the day from buying the house. I expected Tuxie to have a hard time and Moo to adjust more easily, and for the first 3 hours, they were true to form: Tuxie wouldn't leave his carrier, and Moo snuffled his face encouraging. But once he came out he adjusted fairly quickly. I started them closed in the bedroom and established it as the Sanctuary room, let them explore the rest of the upstairs when they were ready with the stairway screened off, then downstairs a couple days later when they were ready. I think being able to huddle with Moo--they normally don't touch much--really helped Tuxie. Moo, however, wouldn't eat for 5 days, and I was afraid I'd lose her like I did my Storm when we moved to the efficiency and she never recovered. But I took some time off from moving to spend time with her, got her a dose of an appetite stimulant, and got all kinds of broth treats, and day by day she ate a little more, began to forget what she was upset about, got her spirits up, and at about 2 weeks she was acclimated and a relaxed cat. Though nervous, Tuxie quickly took obvious joy in exploring and immediately adored the new cat climber, and was delighted to see the old watchtower condo when the movers brought it, so he adjusted beautifully. The porch isn't done yet--the best yet awaits them.
Though there were many crashes, life upgrade installation is finally 100% complete! I did it! We're home! I am so not doing this ever again until I am in a little urn! Home!
If there's anything you posted that you want me to know about while I was completing my quest, please tell me and I'll try to catch up as I pick up with regular life again. (-:
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addie72!!! I hope it's been a good one, relaxing and filled with love and cake! <3
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Happy Birthday, hanarobi!!!! I hope it's a good one with kitties and cake and no paper grading!!! Hugs and <3!!!!
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I want to read Volume II of the Mueller Report, not Volume I. I can't find any link to Volume II.
The pdf is a mess to get through on a small screen and does not contain Vol II and yet I'm seeing a lot of reporting referring to it. Vol II has all the obstruction narratives.
Anyone have a direct link to Volume II? Thank you.
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The pdf is a mess to get through on a small screen and does not contain Vol II and yet I'm seeing a lot of reporting referring to it. Vol II has all the obstruction narratives.
Anyone have a direct link to Volume II? Thank you.
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Happy Birthday, Shirebound! May it be a wonderful and peaceful year for you and the whole Shirehousehold!!! <3 and hugs!!!
This pic is of one of the blooms on the ginormous rhododendron bush in my backyard last May. (-:
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This pic is of one of the blooms on the ginormous rhododendron bush in my backyard last May. (-:
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Do not be daunted
by the enormity of the world's grief.
Do justice, now.
Love mercy now.
Walk humbly, now.
You are not obligated to complete the work,
but neither are you free to abandon it.
-The Talmud via a friend on fb /(Talmud 303/commentary mash-up}/Rabbi Rami Shapiro translation?
I'm so sad about Rose Mallinger, 97, survivor of the Holocaust, murdered in Pittsburgh.
Also I need to respond to a number of media statements: Jewish identity is not just about faith, but a cultural/ethnic/religious identity mash-up that is not monolithic.
Not all Jews are white. There are many Jews of color. Being Jewish and growing up in a mostly Christian white town in which I was Othered instilled a liminal identity in me in relation to whiteness. I've got lots of thoughts on the construction of whiteness in shifting relations to cultural, ethnic, and national identities that I won't get into here.
I'm Jewish and agnostic with mystic/witchy leanings. I'm more familiar with the Old Testament than the New because I studied it in college in relation to other ancient middle eastern religions and cultures with a particular interest in my Jewish identity. My family did not belong to or attend synagogue, but they instilled a strong Jewish identity in me and I had Jewish community through relatives and my parent's friends, though as a child I longed for more. But I studied Latin in high school, sang in Christian masses with choirs in churches, and favored the Catholics in the Protestant/Catholic divide in my town because Catholic cathedrals and robes had more glitz, gorgeous architecture, and stained glass, and I've always been a worshipper of beauty and craft.
When listening to Tom Lehrer's song National Brotherhood Week, my whole family would joyfully chime in to sing, "And everybody hates the Jews!" because that's how Jewish humor rolls, and why most of us aren't surprised by the level of antisemitism we're seeing now with the U.S. bully pulpit's encouragement, just sad and more worried, as are all of you. I'm still going to put my electric menorah in my front window in the new house.
Love and healing to the survivors in the hate shootings in Pittsburgh and Kentucky.
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by the enormity of the world's grief.
Do justice, now.
Love mercy now.
Walk humbly, now.
You are not obligated to complete the work,
but neither are you free to abandon it.
-The Talmud via a friend on fb /(Talmud 303/commentary mash-up}/Rabbi Rami Shapiro translation?
I'm so sad about Rose Mallinger, 97, survivor of the Holocaust, murdered in Pittsburgh.
Also I need to respond to a number of media statements: Jewish identity is not just about faith, but a cultural/ethnic/religious identity mash-up that is not monolithic.
Not all Jews are white. There are many Jews of color. Being Jewish and growing up in a mostly Christian white town in which I was Othered instilled a liminal identity in me in relation to whiteness. I've got lots of thoughts on the construction of whiteness in shifting relations to cultural, ethnic, and national identities that I won't get into here.
I'm Jewish and agnostic with mystic/witchy leanings. I'm more familiar with the Old Testament than the New because I studied it in college in relation to other ancient middle eastern religions and cultures with a particular interest in my Jewish identity. My family did not belong to or attend synagogue, but they instilled a strong Jewish identity in me and I had Jewish community through relatives and my parent's friends, though as a child I longed for more. But I studied Latin in high school, sang in Christian masses with choirs in churches, and favored the Catholics in the Protestant/Catholic divide in my town because Catholic cathedrals and robes had more glitz, gorgeous architecture, and stained glass, and I've always been a worshipper of beauty and craft.
When listening to Tom Lehrer's song National Brotherhood Week, my whole family would joyfully chime in to sing, "And everybody hates the Jews!" because that's how Jewish humor rolls, and why most of us aren't surprised by the level of antisemitism we're seeing now with the U.S. bully pulpit's encouragement, just sad and more worried, as are all of you. I'm still going to put my electric menorah in my front window in the new house.
Love and healing to the survivors in the hate shootings in Pittsburgh and Kentucky.
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Being falsely accused of sexual assault has got to be, in part, infuriating, if indeed you think that's what is happening to you. But even if you are falsely accused (2 to maybe 10% of sexual assault accusations), it is still nothing compared to being sexually assaulted and having your personhood violently and intimately reduced to someone else's whims and assumption of greater personhood. Nothing. Nada.
False accusation when at a height of power, which is what the presumption of innocence here assumes, such a source of ultimate angst for the Republicans as Collins affirmed yesterday does not undermine your ability to survive and perform to your abilities like being assaulted and abused does--of course this is backed up by science and you have to actually embrace scientific method to believe this and many Republicans do not.
Being falsely accused could undermine the height of your aspirations, but not your ability to survive--there is a major difference there. Only the extreme privilege of being wealthy, connected, white, and male could make someone think otherwise.
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False accusation when at a height of power, which is what the presumption of innocence here assumes, such a source of ultimate angst for the Republicans as Collins affirmed yesterday does not undermine your ability to survive and perform to your abilities like being assaulted and abused does--of course this is backed up by science and you have to actually embrace scientific method to believe this and many Republicans do not.
Being falsely accused could undermine the height of your aspirations, but not your ability to survive--there is a major difference there. Only the extreme privilege of being wealthy, connected, white, and male could make someone think otherwise.
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I hope you've had a good birthday, despite the larger world and Helo and Merlin are making much of you. This is an iris that bloomed in front of my house in May, remembering you like irises. *many hugs*
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I hope you are both having a great one!
These are rhododendron blossoms in my new backyard back in May. (-:
*hugs'n'<3*
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These are rhododendron blossoms in my new backyard back in May. (-:
*hugs'n'<3*
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DESK HOBBITON!!!
This is a hobbity tableau I put together on my desk at work with little metal Ringbearers. Note the hobbity outhouse they have. Wonder how long it took them to get a permit for that . . .
Experimenting with emailing pics--working on it.
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This is a hobbity tableau I put together on my desk at work with little metal Ringbearers. Note the hobbity outhouse they have. Wonder how long it took them to get a permit for that . . .
Experimenting with emailing pics--working on it.
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Happy Baggins Birthday to any Baggins to whom it applies and all who love them!!! (-:
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My home is filled with nifty space-saving devices that I haven't had time to deploy.
That is all.
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That is all.
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Happy Birthday, ancalime8301!!! Moo comes bearing a rainbow girdle to brighten your birthday. That is, too, her happy face!
We hope it is a good one and that Maia and Hana are giving you birthday cuddles and purrs. *hugs*
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We hope it is a good one and that Maia and Hana are giving you birthday cuddles and purrs. *hugs*
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Ursula K. Le Guin died yesterday. I'm glad to hear it was a peaceful passing and with family.
I'm especially holding her tuxedo cat Pard in my thoughts who is bereft a great adorer and missing accustomed scritches.
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I'm especially holding her tuxedo cat Pard in my thoughts who is bereft a great adorer and missing accustomed scritches.
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