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The Things that Matter

I wasn’t going to write a post today, but I’m not always given a choice. And I woke up thinking I should write this.

I’m not alright.  Of course I’m not alright.  My older son says that there are things that break you and that it’s a proof of your humanity that you are broken.  Events after which we’ll never be alright again, if alright is understood as what we were before.

Of course you also grow through breaks.  I’m not even at the point of seeing that yet.  Today I CAN think for longer than ...

The Dimmed World

How can someone who weighed 16 lbs in his prime and 10 at death leave the house feeling empty?

How can a cat who was mostly silent, save for purring while cuddling and the occasional rusty-hinge meow when I wasn’t listening to him, leave the house so silent?

I slept very badly and my head hurts.  I think part of it is losing two cats so close together, in a year of tumultuous change.  Even good change is stress.

I will try to resume the blog by Thursday. Don’t worry (too much) about me.

Yes, I k...

They’re Serving Tuna In Valhalla Tonight

This is not a post I wanted to write.  This is not a day I wanted to live through.

And if I must write about Greebo I want the skill of a bard, to sing his life.

We don’t get what we want.  We get what we’re given.

Greebo’s mom was a stray, dumped in front of our house in the old north end of Colorado Springs, on the day we moved in.  Someone slowed by the u-haul and dumped a tiny little tortie.

I don’t know what they thought was going to happen.  What happened was that she was so terrified we ...

Quick Update

Greebo is still alive, and will hopefully remain so till 2:15 when we have an appointment at the vet.

They don’t think it sounds like hyperthyroidism returning (both the speed of the illness and the fact he’s throwing up great big GREEN spews.)

So it might be an easily curable infection and all this might recede as a weekend that lasted half a lifetime for me, as I haven’t slept much.

Or it could be something worse. Or a weird presentation of hyperthyroidism.

BUT I’ll hope for something that can...

Greebo is still alive

It occurs to me you might be worried. Havey cat is. You have to understand, they’re best buddies, and this is ripping Havey apart.  He keeps screaming at me and leading me to Greebo, so I can fix the problem.  Sigh.

Greebo is very dehydrated and sick and I don’t know if he’ll survive the night. If he does, I’m taking him in tomorrow morning, and seeing if they can stabilize him and if perhaps the anti hyperthyroid cream on his ear will keep him… well…. a few more months. Probably not many, but e...

Almost Surely Post This Evening

Mostly because I’ve been sadly remiss with Witch’s Daughter.  BUT right now duty and honor (eh!) call me to laying down flooring in son’s new room.

Once he gets his diploma in order (GRRRR lockdown, universities, bureaucracy, argh!) and gets a job he might very well move across the country, and then I’d have to pay someone to do it, since I can no longer do this stuff alone. (Trust me, gals, after 50 your strength falls off a cliff, so make use of it while you can.)

So think of me with kindness...

Extraordinary Claims

I’ve been thinking of the whole Covidiocy.

I’ve been thinking of it through the framing of WWII, particularly in Britain (though we weren’t wonderful) where strict rationing and also recycling (in the form of scrappers collecting every bit of paper, old signs, etc.)

Speaking of erasure of culture and destruction of statues, that did a lot more damage than even our hordes of simplificators.

And in the end, none of it really helped very much.  No, I’m not sure about the scrapping, but knowing how...

I am alive

And everything is okay.

Today is younger son’s moving day and I kept watch on his u haul while they were loading it.  It’s not a lot, but I’m glad I could do something.

Unfortunately, since he’s moving from the springs, we had to leave early enough I couldn’t write a post.

This is just the “I”m okay, don’t worry.” post.

Nostalgia

Why is it always Hitler?

The left is off on another of their half-cocked bits of insanity comparing Trump to Hitler, because Trump used an eagle on a campaign t-shirt.  The Washington Post, in the article about it, kind of admitted that the eagle was also an American symbol, but they did it reluctantly and hidden, because of course it ruins the comparison.

But seriously, why Hitler?  There have been countless other bad men since the failed painter committed suicide in his bunker. Heck, on body ...

Doing Evil by Doing “Good” – A Blast From The Past From August 2018

*This one is dedicated to Occasional Cortex who thinks that, after releasing criminals indiscriminately and refusing to enforce the law, the reason that NYC (and everywhere, really) has more crime is because “people are starving and need to feed their children.”

The level of stupidity involved in believing that is aided by a good bit of Marxist indoctrination and the fact that ultimately she’s a rich bitch who never had to do any real work or employ her mind in any way. (Bartender? Yeah.  She p...