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Finally, home & cat stuff

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Critters, Home | Posted on 10-12-2006

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The last install­ment of the update — home stuff

Sam and I are adjust­ing to sleep­ing at a new height. Yes — height. I’ve lust­ed after a captain’s bed for some time, because of the stor­age pos­si­bil­i­ties and how much more walker/​wheelchair friend­ly our bed­room would be if we could remove some of the fur­ni­ture that would be made extra­ne­ous by real under­bed stor­age. Well, we got one via Freecy­cle this past week!

It’s a queen size frame, so our cur­rent (very, very good) mat­tress and box frame fit. That was an impor­tant con­sid­er­a­tion. And the head­board is real­ly neat, with shelves that are very handy for one of the alarm clocks, and my glass­es, and tis­sues, and so on.

The trick is that this captain’s bed was orig­i­nal­ly designed for a waterbed. The box frame fits into the box where the waterbed mat­tress would fit, and you have a sur­face that’s about a foot high­er than our old bed. Then the mat­tress goes on top of that, and we have a bed that I have to use a step­stool to climb into.

It is an impos­ing edi­fice! We will no longer be chas­ing our shoes and oth­er items out from under the bed, nor can the cats hide under the bed. There’s one less rea­son to run the Room­ba (it does a good job of chas­ing dust bun­nies out from under beds). And we have twelve big draw­ers of addi­tion­al stor­age!

The donor was a real gem. She actu­al­ly brought the bed here to us, since we don’t have a truck. It took her two loads to do it, too, in her tiny lit­tle pick-up. She told me that she just want­ed to be sure that it went to a good home. Her moth­er was with her, and told Sam that it was her late partner’s bed, and that it pained her to see it. I thanked her pub­licly for going above and beyond any­thing that could pos­si­bly be expect­ed, and we’ll be pay­ing that kind­ness for­ward for some time.

The attic is insu­lat­ed, as of Fri­day! That should make a nice dif­fer­ence in our util­i­ty bills and win­ter com­fort. Now we need to get into the crawl space and find the source of a draft (and mouse entry!) under the kitchen cabinets/​dishwasher, and we’ll be quite snug.

Kiyoshi, the junior cat, has been neutered and giv­en his first round of shots. He seems a bit calmer already. He and Shel­ley aren’t bud­dies, but they are a bit friend­lier now that he’s set­tling down. They can get along well enough to share Shelley’s heat­ed win­dow perch. She’s will­ing to put up with him as long as he’s being inof­fen­sive and bring­ing extra body heat into the equa­tion – unless he tries to take the posi­tion clos­est to the win­dow. Then there’s trou­ble.

At 18, Shel­ley sel­dom leaves the kitchen, where the perch and her food are. The lit­ter­box is in the laun­dry room right off the kitchen. We’ve got a lit­tle seat­ing area in there, so she gets a fair amount of atten­tion. Kiyoshi roams the house, hang­ing out wher­ev­er Katie is when she’s home. Shel­ley is the kitchen cat. She’s los­ing weight, which is wor­ri­some, and she’s got cataracts. Her hear­ing is going, but she doesn’t seem to be in pain or have a bad qual­i­ty of life, so as long as she’s rea­son­ably hap­py, we’ll just keep nurs­ing her along.

And that’s about it. Bor­ing, but wordy. That’s me.

Give Sambear hugs!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Family, Home | Posted on 14-10-2006

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My poor baby sur­vived appen­dici­tis — two week­ends in a row!

He final­ly saw a doc­tor this week, and drank the nasty bar­i­um shake so they could see his innards. The ver­dict is that the appen­dix needs to come out, prefer­ably on our sched­ule (mean­ing laparo­scop­i­cal­ly, which is much safer) than on its sched­ule (emer­gency basis, pos­si­bil­i­ty of rup­ture, big­ger inci­sion, longer heal­ing, ewwww!).

He’s on one of those “kill them all!” antibi­otics now, and will be going for­ward with the next steps this week. Wish him luck in as-near­ly-pain­less-as-pos­si­ble removal of the beast­ly appen­dix, will you?

Quote of the day, happy half hour

Posted by Cyn | Posted in CYLC, Home, Parenting | Posted on 04-09-2006

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“We wor­ry about what a child will be tomor­row, yet we for­get that he is some­one today.” — Sta­cia Tausch­er, quot­ed in The Change Your Life Chal­lenge by Brooke Noël.

One of Noël’s sug­ges­tions is to have a reg­u­lar “hap­py half hour” with your fam­i­ly. Set up fresh fruit or oth­er health snacks, pour cups of juice or some sort of drinks they like, and set apart that time for every­one, kids and adults, to con­nect in a pos­i­tive way. No “must do” talk, no down­ers, no com­plain­ing — just good stuff. Encour­age each oth­er, express your grat­i­tude for each oth­er and the good things in your lives, share your joys, and catch up with each oth­er.

Over my Flickr Limit? Fun With Photos

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Blogging, Home | Posted on 19-08-2006

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I’ve been upload­ing some of the pho­tographs I have scat­tered all over my hard dri­ve, most of them of Katie. Some­how, I out­did my Flickr upload lim­it for the month!

I’ve had that account for eons and have no idea what the lim­it is, as I’ve nev­er approached it before. I was shocked when Katie hit hers with­in a few days of get­ting an account, then did it again as soon as the month changed — at which point we bowed to the inevitable and got her a pro account.

But me? Why would I ever need a pro account?

I have been jeal­ous of the abil­i­ty to have more than two sets, but that’s about it ’til now.

I’ve hard­ly even begun on the Katie pic­tures! I haven’t scanned in baby pho­tos that I have, much less the grand­par­ents’ albums.

Guess I do need a pro account.

I have a Zooomr pro account (because they’re giv­ing them away), but it doesn’t have all the nifty toys avail­able that have been writ­ten for Flickr.

As you can see, I’ve added a row of pho­tos above the top post on the blog. Most of the pic­tures are of Katie, but the bar will show what­ev­er I’ve uploaded most recent­ly, whether it’s pic­tures of our crit­ters, needle­work, or Katie. I’ll be upload­ing more as soon as the Flickr meter allows.

And then I wan­na make a scrap­book.

They’re STILL here!

Posted by Cyn | Posted in Home, Kvetching | Posted on 01-07-2006

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Wait — did I men­tion it? No, because I was try­ing not to whine.

We’ve had con­trac­tors here for weeks and weeks, repair­ing the bath­room that was slid­ing into the crawl space.

No, real­ly. I have pic­tures. The floor was falling in, and the toi­let and sink were slid­ing in from one side, the tub from the oth­er.

There had been a crack on one of the tiled walls that was poor­ly repaired before we moved in. Some­one had tried to fill the crack with grout. That crack start­ed open­ing wider and wider, then we real­ized it was because the floor was get­ting low­er beneath it.

Turns out there was a long-time water leak in one of the walls that led to struc­tur­al dam­age. That got togeth­er with a whole lot­ta cracked floor beams, and thus we had the dance of the porce­lain enti­ties.

Any­way, that doesn’t explain why the con­trac­tors are still here after weeks. Espe­cial­ly why they’re here on a Sat­ur­day, and want to return tomor­row. Much less why they didn’t show up at all yes­ter­day (or call to say they weren’t com­ing), then called at about 6:45 while we were out hav­ing din­ner to let us know they were on the way to grout the floor tiles. Right then.

The head guy sound­ed sin­cere­ly sur­prised when I said no, and stuck with the no. Maybe that’s a nor­mal Fri­day night for him, but it isn’t my idea of a good time. Sam and I went on with our evening, much to the contractor’s dis­may. So they’re here today, instead. And will be here tomor­row morn­ing. And maybe Mon­day, too.

I’m mak­ing allowances for them find­ing a lot of unknown dam­age and hav­ing to sis­ter most of the beams under the liv­ing room and kitchen. I’m also not­ing that Mr. Bigshot didn’t see that dam­age when he did his inspec­tion, so he didn’t do a very good job of it.

Yesterday’s lack of time­li­ness is typ­i­cal, though. There have been sev­er­al days in a row with absolute­ly no sign of these guys (when they said they’d be here), and no excus­es or expla­na­tions when they return. IF I can get hold of them, I’m just told, “You nev­er can tell in this busi­ness, man.” You can’t tell what? How late you’ll be out drink­ing each night? Whether you’ll be too hung over to work ’til 2 or 3pm? Whether you can afford gas to get to work?

In any case, the com­pa­ny won’t get a good ref­er­ence from as, as you can prob­a­bly tell. I didn’t hire them, so I can’t fire them – the land­lord is in charge there.

I did insist that I’m not clean­ing the car­pet they soiled, even though they offered me mon­ey to do so. My body isn’t up to it.

After they’d hope­less­ly ruined the car­pet, I made sure the land­lord knew it – so we’re sup­posed to get new car­pet in the liv­ing room and hall, too.

But I real­ly want these guys out­ta my hair!

I want to do this

Posted by Cyn | Posted in CYLC, Home, Support | Posted on 28-06-2006

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Change Your Life Challenge Logo

I’ve thought about it for about a month. I’ve bought the book and looked it over. I decid­ed that I real­ly need bud­dies to do it with. Any­body will­ing to go through the pro­gram with me?