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I have the same intensity of feeling as Edna Mode has about capes.
Suzi went out, caught a mouse, and brought it in to kick its last on the rug. Ten minutes, from out the door to gack.
I used a paper towel to pick it up by the tail, and fling it outside, where both cats followed.
Yes, I am letting Maggie and Suzi out every day, at least twice. Once while sunny and F-ing freezing, and once while dark and even-more-F-ing freezing. I know I am storing up trouble for summer, but Suzi was tearing the house apart. She chewed a hole in the little zippy make-up case I use for tweezers and whatnot. I think she ate the missing bit.
I have long since stopped bringing in plants or cut flowers. Hah. Nothing is safe - she can open drawers and cupboards. Double hah.
So. Now I need to check lips before opening the final door. (Big door and screen door.)
No mice!
Suzi went out, caught a mouse, and brought it in to kick its last on the rug. Ten minutes, from out the door to gack.
I used a paper towel to pick it up by the tail, and fling it outside, where both cats followed.
Yes, I am letting Maggie and Suzi out every day, at least twice. Once while sunny and F-ing freezing, and once while dark and even-more-F-ing freezing. I know I am storing up trouble for summer, but Suzi was tearing the house apart. She chewed a hole in the little zippy make-up case I use for tweezers and whatnot. I think she ate the missing bit.
I have long since stopped bringing in plants or cut flowers. Hah. Nothing is safe - she can open drawers and cupboards. Double hah.
So. Now I need to check lips before opening the final door. (Big door and screen door.)
No mice!
Feline freedom and bad knees and anxiety
Nov. 1st, 2022 09:22 pmWell. Today was a day.
I had an in-person doctor's appointment to meet my new physician and get my prescriptions lined up again. I realize how incredibly lucky I am. My Mom snuck me in with her doctor when we moved to Salmon Arm, and then she, when she retired, divvied us up between the other doctors in her practice.[1] Super duper lucky, me.
So, in my normal angst about an appointment (will I wake up in time, will I rant idiotically, will I forget something, will I be rebuffed by fat phobia[2], blah blah blah), I was not paying close enough attention to my knee and I fell. It was very odd. I was in the process of standing up and then I was sitting on the floor. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I think my knee (right) gave way. So I skootchied along the floor to the door and out across the front stoop to the steps where I stood up by pulling myself up.
The girls danced across my downed body while I was going through the door, and, once in the driveway, smirked furrily.
So, I got myself inside and closed the door on the traitors and went to have my shower. The two miscreants were still prancing around the yard - well, really, Suzi was prancing around the yard, and Maggie had already gone into hiding - when I was ready to leave - So I Left Them Outside.[3]
Doctor's appointment was okay, and I gave in and asked to have my knees investigated for help. I have an xray requisition. I have been reluctant to ask for help for two reasons.
One is the weight. I know that, if the answer is knee replacement, I will be asked to lose weight. I was put on my first diet before I could walk and I have never been successful, so I expect this to be distressing and not productive.
The other reason is that I also have knock knees. I was born with them and was given special shoes to push my ankles together when I started walking, and they were pretty successful - but my ankles never ever touched. I fear that the new inserts will be for straight up and down legs, not legs where the forces are at an angle, and that this may cause the bone in which the inserts are placed to crumble. My fear of this is based on the one and only crown tooth I was given, which was one-size fits nobody, and which hurt the whole time it was in my mouth[4] (yes, I asked, yes, they fiddled, but they were exasperated), and which popped off the insert stem, was reattached, and then finally the stem broke out of my tooth root shell. If the knee insert breaks out of the bone and causes it to crumble - what will I be left with? Argh.
Anyway. I did some grocery shopping (I haven't felt well enough to do that for *ages*), took my winter coat in to be dry cleaned (definitely pongy) and came home.
Suzi was waiting uncomfortably on the stoop steps. It was sunny today, but cold (7 C with icy breeze). However, she couldn't just come in, oh no, she had to run around the yard with her tail up squeaky meowing. Eventually she came in, but there was no sign of Maggie. I called a couple times, and I think because I was obviously in the house, Maggie came and cried at the door and I let her in.
Both girls crashed and snored the rest of the afternoon - and are still sleeping.
[1] - this is the province where a woman in Victoria put an ad in the paper looking for a doctor to prescribe her husband's medication after his doctor retired. Family doctors are that thin on the ground.
[2] - has happened to me. May that doctor's digital interface fade to grey every time she touches it.
[3] - I felt bad, but not bad enough.
[4] - I have deeply dimpled teeth, and the crown was not crevassed enough for my meeting tooth to fit in the tooth trough. Tried to explain - it should have been bloody obvious just from looking - but humph humph humph, it was too much trouble to fix.[5]
[5] - and really, my deeply troughed teeth are obvious, and the right kind of crown should have been ordered, but oh no medical father knows best struck again. I am worried that I won't be able to get the knee specialist to take my worries seriously - or to even *listen* to why I am worried.
I had an in-person doctor's appointment to meet my new physician and get my prescriptions lined up again. I realize how incredibly lucky I am. My Mom snuck me in with her doctor when we moved to Salmon Arm, and then she, when she retired, divvied us up between the other doctors in her practice.[1] Super duper lucky, me.
So, in my normal angst about an appointment (will I wake up in time, will I rant idiotically, will I forget something, will I be rebuffed by fat phobia[2], blah blah blah), I was not paying close enough attention to my knee and I fell. It was very odd. I was in the process of standing up and then I was sitting on the floor. I'm not entirely sure what happened, but I think my knee (right) gave way. So I skootchied along the floor to the door and out across the front stoop to the steps where I stood up by pulling myself up.
The girls danced across my downed body while I was going through the door, and, once in the driveway, smirked furrily.
So, I got myself inside and closed the door on the traitors and went to have my shower. The two miscreants were still prancing around the yard - well, really, Suzi was prancing around the yard, and Maggie had already gone into hiding - when I was ready to leave - So I Left Them Outside.[3]
Doctor's appointment was okay, and I gave in and asked to have my knees investigated for help. I have an xray requisition. I have been reluctant to ask for help for two reasons.
One is the weight. I know that, if the answer is knee replacement, I will be asked to lose weight. I was put on my first diet before I could walk and I have never been successful, so I expect this to be distressing and not productive.
The other reason is that I also have knock knees. I was born with them and was given special shoes to push my ankles together when I started walking, and they were pretty successful - but my ankles never ever touched. I fear that the new inserts will be for straight up and down legs, not legs where the forces are at an angle, and that this may cause the bone in which the inserts are placed to crumble. My fear of this is based on the one and only crown tooth I was given, which was one-size fits nobody, and which hurt the whole time it was in my mouth[4] (yes, I asked, yes, they fiddled, but they were exasperated), and which popped off the insert stem, was reattached, and then finally the stem broke out of my tooth root shell. If the knee insert breaks out of the bone and causes it to crumble - what will I be left with? Argh.
Anyway. I did some grocery shopping (I haven't felt well enough to do that for *ages*), took my winter coat in to be dry cleaned (definitely pongy) and came home.
Suzi was waiting uncomfortably on the stoop steps. It was sunny today, but cold (7 C with icy breeze). However, she couldn't just come in, oh no, she had to run around the yard with her tail up squeaky meowing. Eventually she came in, but there was no sign of Maggie. I called a couple times, and I think because I was obviously in the house, Maggie came and cried at the door and I let her in.
Both girls crashed and snored the rest of the afternoon - and are still sleeping.
[1] - this is the province where a woman in Victoria put an ad in the paper looking for a doctor to prescribe her husband's medication after his doctor retired. Family doctors are that thin on the ground.
[2] - has happened to me. May that doctor's digital interface fade to grey every time she touches it.
[3] - I felt bad, but not bad enough.
[4] - I have deeply dimpled teeth, and the crown was not crevassed enough for my meeting tooth to fit in the tooth trough. Tried to explain - it should have been bloody obvious just from looking - but humph humph humph, it was too much trouble to fix.[5]
[5] - and really, my deeply troughed teeth are obvious, and the right kind of crown should have been ordered, but oh no medical father knows best struck again. I am worried that I won't be able to get the knee specialist to take my worries seriously - or to even *listen* to why I am worried.
Remember: Putin The Lying Liar Lies
Mar. 13th, 2022 06:39 pmI have seen this:
https://twitter.com/TOrynski/status/1502274459620855812?t=qGpKbNGQY4hYFAIFBN_tCw&s=09
Which is the story of how a village in Ukraine foiled four Russian tanks.
And, as a story, it panders to all of our biases: Putin is stupid, Russian troops are poorly trained, Russian troops are poorly equipped, blah blah blah.
I would like to remind people that the "stalled" convoy of tanks and whatnot wasn't stalled at all, and they have now broken up and moved into much more dangerous positions.
There is no doubt that some very novice troops, with aging machinery, have been sent out front to bumble and no doubt die in the service of their country by fostering the impression that Russia is on its last legs. No it is not. While the poor cannon fodder out front may not know what's going on, the people in charge have a plan and they are working the plan.
We must stop gloating and chuckling and accept that Putin would be perfectly happy to have Ukraine without *any* of its troubling population, and sacrificing a large swath of his own people to get it won't even cause him to blink.
We must send more help. He is relying on NATO delicacy.
https://twitter.com/TOrynski/status/1502274459620855812?t=qGpKbNGQY4hYFAIFBN_tCw&s=09
Which is the story of how a village in Ukraine foiled four Russian tanks.
And, as a story, it panders to all of our biases: Putin is stupid, Russian troops are poorly trained, Russian troops are poorly equipped, blah blah blah.
I would like to remind people that the "stalled" convoy of tanks and whatnot wasn't stalled at all, and they have now broken up and moved into much more dangerous positions.
There is no doubt that some very novice troops, with aging machinery, have been sent out front to bumble and no doubt die in the service of their country by fostering the impression that Russia is on its last legs. No it is not. While the poor cannon fodder out front may not know what's going on, the people in charge have a plan and they are working the plan.
We must stop gloating and chuckling and accept that Putin would be perfectly happy to have Ukraine without *any* of its troubling population, and sacrificing a large swath of his own people to get it won't even cause him to blink.
We must send more help. He is relying on NATO delicacy.
I mean: because then there is this:
Jun. 19th, 2014 03:23 pmA report on child miners:
http://bc.ctvnews.ca/dirty-and-dangerous-child-miners-in-africa-1.1873662
So, an multinational mining company wouldn't be buying pepper-spraying drones for altruistic purposes, would they. Argh.
http://bc.ctvnews.ca/dirty-and-dangerous-child-miners-in-africa-1.1873662
So, an multinational mining company wouldn't be buying pepper-spraying drones for altruistic purposes, would they. Argh.
Pepper Spray Drones - argh
Jun. 19th, 2014 02:33 pmI am seriously freaked out about this:
http://www.bbc.com/news/technology-27902634
I tried to post it on Facebook, but it doesn't seem to be landing on people's feeds. This is really really creepy.
I know this is lame, but I don't know how to embed the story so the graphics show:
http://www.bbc.com/news/technology-27902634
I tried to post it on Facebook, but it doesn't seem to be landing on people's feeds. This is really really creepy.
I know this is lame, but I don't know how to embed the story so the graphics show:
Aside from the buses being delayed because of a power-failure (electric trolleys), today many of my previous stupidnesseseseseses are coming home to roust. Details will just make you feel less sympathy for me, so I'm not giving you any. Argh argh argh.
