Newsflash, Hon — You’re an Idiot
One of my Facebook “friends” has posted this:
The post links to a website for the Celestial Healing Wellness Center.
Yeah, let’s see how well that organically-grown arugula helps with your appendicitis.
Sheez. What morons.
Junk Mail Follies
So, what should show up in the ol’ snail-mailbox today but a piece of junk mail from Chase. It appears to be a VISA credit card offer affiliated with United Airlines. I didn’t open it, as it wasn’t addressed to either Hubby or me, but the outside of the envelope includes such enticements as “50,000 bonus miles introductory offer”, “free checked bag”, “priority boarding”, and “2 United Club passes”.
So what’s so interesting about junk mail? Well, this particular piece of mail is addressed to the husband half of the couple we bought the house from.
In 1991.
I expect the forwarding time has expired. Kinda awesome, though, isn’t it?
More Facebook Silliness
Here’s what one of my Facebook “friends” posted this morning, or maybe last night, in response to who knows what.
This morning, her daughter posts, and she responds.
Oh, the irony.
Happy Wednesday to you!
Missing Dog
One of my Facebook “friends” is missing her dog. This dog has taken off before, but he’s been missing so long she thinks someone has him. Hopefully he’s being well looked after.
Her post was sort of interesting, in a creative-spelling sort of way. So I thought I’d do a screen cap so I could share it with you. You’re welcome.
If he’s really half Datsun…
… he shouldn’t be difficult to track down.
Having said that, I hope he comes home soon, safe and sound.
Update: He’s home! Just showed up today (January 16th) after being gone nearly two weeks. Filthy and starving, but fine. She says he got a bath and some food and spent the night on the couch, and all is well. It’s too bad he can’t tell her what happened to him while he was adventuring.
Musical Awesomeness
Found by way of Ace of Spades.
First, the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain plays the theme song from The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly.
Link here.
And here the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain plays the theme song from Shaft. Can you dig it?
Link here.
The InterTubez are wonderful.
It’s Time
And so we lose another one. Otis is at the end. He’s hung on longer than the vet thought he would be able to, and we’ve done our best for him. But he’s just skin and fur stretched over bones now, even though he eats. He can’t keep his balance anymore, I’ve been holding him up (and holding the bowls up to his face so he doesn’t have to bend down) to eat and drink. He can’t jump up on anything anymore, even walking is difficult. He wobbles and falls. He doesn’t seem to be in any pain, but this isn’t living. He isn’t going to get any better. So I’m taking him to the vet today at 12:15 to send him along to heaven. It’ll break my heart, it already is, but there’s nothing else I can do for him.
Hubby’s at work, but he knows. It’s hard doing this by myself, but I’ve done it before, several times. I guess I can do it again.
This picture was taken four years ago, to the day.
I haven’t taken many of him, because he was so sick and he got to looking so bad, I didn’t want to remember him that way and I didn’t want the world to see him that way. You can see how torn up his ears and mouth are in that picture, he had a rough life for awhile.
When we took him in he knew what a litter box was for, so he was at one time someone’s house cat. But they didn’t neuter him, and they didn’t vaccinate him, and they didn’t keep him safe. So he was out, fending for himself, fighting for his life and his food. He picked up feline AIDS and leukemia somewhere along the way, he was positive for both when we took him in. And so he’s spent the last four years living in our bedroom, with his own food and water and litterbox. Safe and warm. We’ve fought hard for him, kept him on a regimen of antibiotics whenever necessary, giving him insulin and vitamins. He’s not getting any of that today. The shots hurt him and the meds being fed to him upset him, and there’s no need to torment him any further.
He’s still a sweetheart, still purrs whenever we touch him. The last couple nights he’s spent sleeping in the crook of my arm, which he used to do years ago. I have to pick him up and put him in the bed with me, he can’t jump up anymore. He has been getting down on his own, although he falls, rather than jumps, and then staggers over to pee or eat or get a drink of water. He’s fallen in the bowls a few times, he can’t stay balanced.
I will miss him. He’ll be better where he’s going, healthy and strong and young. I look forward to the day I will see him, and all the others, again. But until then, I will miss him.
New Year
Not sure about “happy”, but hoping so. I hope and pray 2013 will be a better year than 2012, but I’m not optimistic. With God all things are possible, so keep saying those prayers. I’m only making one resolution this year — to walk closer to Jesus. Every other resolution I can think of is one I’ve tried and failed to complete.
I did buy a pair of running shoes, though. I’d like to try getting back into that again. Keep your fingers crossed my foot will allow it. The injury was 15 years ago, and even though the podiatrist said it wasn’t fixable without surgery, I’ve been dancing and Zumba’ing for the past several years and no pain. So, maybe…. Sure would be nice to drop this extra 15 pounds I’ve been hauling around for so many years.
Yesterday was my last day working with the woman whose job I’m taking. Her husband, my boss, texted her a message the moment 5 p.m. came and went: “IT’S OVER!!” I guess they were both looking forward to it. So, now that the training wheels are coming off, we’ll see how it goes. Tomorrow is my first day on my own. I hope I don’t get lost in the building somewhere while trying to track something down, that would just be embarrassing. I do have keys now, so I shouldn’t be able to lock myself out. Knowing me I’ll find a way to do it anyway.
Hubby and I went over to visit one of his golfing buddies today. He has a get-together at his home every New Year’s Day with family and friends, tons of food and fellowship. We got home about 5, maybe 5:30, and a couple hours later Hubby started throwing up. Me, I’m fine, so if it was something he ate, it was something I didn’t. On the other hand it might be a stomach virus. I heartily hope not, as I’ll be coming down with it soon if it’s at all communicable. He says there are several people at work who’ve had it, and maybe he picked it up from one of them. Oy vey.
That’s all there is to say, nothing worth your time, really. Sorry about that. I hope you had a great Christmas and New Year’s and your year 2013 is mahvelous.
The current political situation being what it is, maybe I have one more resolution. I aim to misbehave.
Cataracts
Or, Getting Old Ain’t for the Faint of Heart.
I mentioned in a post about a year and a half ago that my eye doctor had informed me during an exam that I have cataracts. He told me not to spend much on the glasses as I’d only be wearing them 6 to 8 months. A year and a half later I was still wearing them.
He gave me a test to perform then, so I’d know when my eyes were ready for surgery. As Tricare won’t pay unless my vision is bad enough, it would have to wait until I really needed the surgery. The test involved finding something I could see with my glasses on, like a number or word on a calendar. Make a note of how far away I was standing from the calendar. Then take the glasses off and walk forward until I could see the number or word again. And measure that distance. He said, if I remember correctly, that if the distance was half the original distance, my cataracts were ready for removal.
I didn’t do the test that day, but a few days later I got around to it. And in the second step I walked forward until my nose was touching the calendar, and I still couldn’t see the word. Or number. I’m pretty sure my eyes wouldn’t have gotten that much worse in a few days, and he’s the one with all the fancy equipment. So clearly I was buffooning the test.
In the past few months I’ve been having more and more trouble reading. Nothing is clear, no matter how I tilt my head or where I look through my lenses. Reading music is even harder than reading text, things are so blurry I have large amounts of trouble figuring out what I’m supposed to play. Driving at night is getting more worrisome, also. So, in spite of the fact that it hasn’t been two years since my last appointment and knowing that Tricare wouldn’t pay for the exam, I set up an appointment.
He didn’t charge me, said he didn’t really do anything (he’s a really nice guy, my eye doctor, also a clarinetist in the band), but he sent a referral over to the surgeon that did his cataract surgery (I’ll have to call Tricare to get it approved, but I’ve got time). They’re busy over there, apparently, because the earliest appointment they had available was February 18th.
In the meantime I’m going to do my best not to run into anything. And hope I can still read music until I get my eyes fixed. Oy, vey.
Popehat’s Censorious Asshat of the Year Award — Vote!
Found by way of Patterico’s Pontifications. Follow the title link. There are many qualified candidates, but only one who has truly earned the recognition.
Because if anybody deserves that award, it’s Wee Brett.
Tornado Damage
I have no business complaining about anything. LeeAnn (of Look! A Baby Wolf!) posted that her mother-in-law lost her home during the storms on Christmas Day. She wasn’t home, and she’s fine. The dog is also fine, although the cats appear to still be missing. Or at least she hasn’t posted otherwise.
Follow the title link for the links to the videos. It’s grim. Very grateful no one was hurt, but I can’t imagine how it makes you feel to lose your home. Prayers and positive vibes, whatever your inclination, are certainly welcome.
And as an aside, a lot of us are a tad surprised that LeeAnn’s voice doesn’t sound more like Cthulhu’s . No disrespect intended. She just sounds so… normal.
One more thing — If you click on the links, be advised there is a Language Alert.
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