KB fine-gauge Flexee 20 links. Tie-up starting with Kitchener cast-on. German short-row heel. Cuff two-by-two purl/knit. Stretchy cast-off. Now passed on to charity.
Now the Teddy update.
As you may have noticed, I have many names for this feline, and he reenacts
them all at will. Saint Theodore. That’s when he does a CAT scan and finds my
hurty spots and purrs it away. It works like a miracle. Not for others in the
house, but for me, it is true.
Then there’s Teddy, the Terrorist. That is the demon that has decided we
can’t have nice things. No matter how many scratching posts or pads we get, he
chooses the arms of the furniture, even the newest chair. It’s embarrassing to
have scratched up furniture, but he’s the one in charge of our Feng Sui.
Teddy the terrific: That’s the one that is having zoom meetings down the
hallway. No, not the kind people have. The kind of crazy cats and dogs have
running around to show their joy of life.
After three days of antibiotics on board, and Tedster seems back to his
original multi-personable self. I’m so happy he’s back! And the plus is that he
is quite talkative now, and he hasn’t been since he was a kitten. I’m so
delighted!
Well, not for me necessarily. In fact, my day ended looking like this.
For Teddy, it was a horrid day that has lasted 24 hours. After a long trip in the car (four hours) and a stressful time at the vet, he was tired. So he slept until I finally started to get to sleep at 1 AM. At that point, he started drooling again. Chris got up to give him the pain meds. Not one I like the idea of. Gabapentin.
They told me to video the subsequent seizure so they could tell more about it. So I got up to follow The Tedster around. He vocalized his unhappiness with the world for a couple hours. I swear he likes to pace and chat. He told me about Mariah. Said a lot more things, and sometimes it felt like he said, ‘Anyways.’ So maybe he likes Ms. Carey’s Christmas albums or something? By the time he was circling the coffee table, it wasn’t so loud as a constant chat. He finally had said enough. He hopped up onto my lap and fell asleep. 4 AM. I’d listened and given the support that whole time. I was exhausted. But getting up from the chair was nearly impossible as tired as I was.
I managed to get back to bed. Wow! Having pets is more challenging sometimes than having human baby newborns! Or maybe that’s why Septuagenarians don’t have babies.
My son and I managed to get in a bit of walk. We didn’t make the mile because Kali got tired. I nearly had to drag her home. We stopped as she caught her breath. I gave her water. But she didn’t drink. We got back home, and she crashed on the couch. So I guess she’s next to see the vet. She doesn’t run out of energy. This is odd. Maybe Teddy kept her awake, too?
Well, maybe I should take the hint and go to bed while I can!
This sweetie scared me to tears this morning. He’s been more vocal than usual. He sounds like a newborn when he cries.
Suddenly he was on the table drooling and running in circles. He fell off the table and still drooling and more chasing his tail, then suddenly he was on the floor seizing.
I thought for sure he was dying. He’s my buddy! No!
Then he calms down. I called the vet and they asked us to bring him in.
He has had a bad tooth infection. So we figured it was back.
Teddy loves to ride in cars. He came to us as a kitten.
My son’s girlfriend was driving from Garden Grove to Reno. She chose to drive at night. Less traffic, cooler. Just as she got into the car this ginger kitten jumped in.
It was too late to see who he belonged to. She did have her mom call around and never found his owner.
He loved the trip. She bought a kitty litter, food and water for him at a pit stop.
He loved the moving trip here five years ago.
I tried to find the picture couldn’t find it. Sorry.
Anyway, he loved the trip to the vet today, in spite of his pain.
The vet said he declined the butt-temp check, he declined the check for the the bad tooth, and he declined the poke for hydration. I think that was kind for he wasn’t about to have any of that!
The vet did manage to give him an antibiotic shot that should last two weeks and she gave us some pain killer if he should be in pain.
The trip home was so nice as he loved watching the world go by or nap.
Growth is complicated. Sometimes what appears as growth is a different point of view. And then there are the times you feel you will never grow again, and possibly regressing when later in hind sight you find those were your biggest growth spurts of all. On this very day, I think the later is what I hope for.
I’m here with the same unfinished pair of socks as last week. Wow! Who knew I would get so little done? I did add an inch or so to the ankle and have halfway finished the cuffs.
This week has gone very fast. Every task I set up for myself got side railed and remains to be finished. I’m still learning about podcasting and now have a mic. I have a stand to hold my phone as I record. But the table and area I plan to do it all still remains a chore. But the excitement of getting it started and reading aloud to friends. Or getting to know how I will overcome the stage fright, and social anxiety, scares me. Yet seems the thing to do. So tomorrow the table will be readied, and I’ll figure a way to read while I still have the cataracts. And still no appointment for the surgery. I have excitement in me for the first time in a long time. And I’ll probably finish these socks tomorrow.
Gita V. Reddy is getting better and better at telling a good story, at developing characters full of human emotions. This was probably my favorite of all her books.
In this book, Gita’s main character, Sudha, must take care of a baby while fighting her own demons. Not her baby. And during the pandemic’s early days.
There are so many layers of psychological, cultural, and personal issues brought to the reader. These keep them wondering at the woman’s sanity. Or is this crazy deep, protective love vital for this case?
I love the people that Sudha meets along the way and the friends that become family.
Please send prayers to Gita and her family and all of India as the pandemic continues to ravage that country. I so look forward to the day when the world can go back to health.
Can you remember things that happened in childhood that impacted you? Did you interpret what was said or done around you? I can remember my aunt was trying to get me to eat. I was always a picky eater. Still am. So she pointed down the street of my grandmother’s house toward the dairy, “If you don’t eat, you’ll dry up and fly away, and the cows will eat you!” I ate.
I remember interpreting from a bedtime tale that castles were dragons. The nightmare that night caused me to scream out that there was a castle under my bed. Children can misunderstand words and deeds. The Boy Who Was Left Behind presents that theme. Here’s the blurb on the GoodReads and Amazon pages:
“Vimal lives with his grandmother. His parents, who are NRIs – non-resident Indians – leave him with his grandmother when he is two. Vimal grows up in Jaipur, happy and secure in the loving care of his grandmother. His parents are a blurred memory made up from short visits. When Vimal is eight, a phone call in the night turns his world topsy-turvy. His grandmother leaves him with relatives and goes to London.
Once again, Vimal is left behind – this time with a secret that is too big for a young boy.”
This book would be a great read-aloud for parents/teachers/counselors, and children. It could instigate conversations of help and healing.
Rarely do I share another review. Not because mine is so good, but rather I don’t want to overwhelm myself or others. If I put it out there, the readers would find others to read for themselves if it struck interest. But Grady’s Review on Amazon and GoodReads is super and tells what I feel about the author.
I just read and reviewed How to Die In Space. Wormholes were the thing Mr. Sutter said was the least likely item out there. Yet how would Star Trek, Farscape, or even Doctor Who get around without them? See? Case in point! They have to exist!
A little more serious. I do believe in the power of prayer. Not like I learned at church, but what I have absorbed metaphysically. When I pray, I feel I take the time to put my mind onto something or someone; I find the energy flows and have seen results. Often, I find my prayer worded so that I need to revise on occasions to be the most loving outcome for all. No, I cannot be the one that brought about the result. That means whether my hope went one way or the other, the result is out of my hands. Love is in charge. In that case, then, I believe, God/Goddess is love.
Do animals have morals? Exclude human beings from the equation please.
Here is the question that John Holton and I differ on. And from the mere observable point of view watching our cats. I suggest, like every group, there are terrific and rotten and variants between.
I had a cat who took in some other cat’s kittens. Kimberlina raised these kittens, caring for them like they were her own. With four kids in the house, she became mother number two. She would lead me to see naughtiness in the works. Many other cats we’ve had were not as morally beautiful. But in cat-world, we believe she was a saint.
Meet Kimberlina, Kimby for short. She’s the big one on the right. The kitten is a foster my son, not the one pictured, but the one who worked at a pet store brought home knowing Kimby would be good at taking care of it. Kimby came to us when she couldn’t even hold up her head. Her eyes were closed. We couldn’t find anyone with milk for her, so we used plain yogurt, and she seemed to like and thrive from it. We had her, I think, for 17 years. Through divorce and a million moves. (Exaggerate much?)
In fact, this very balcony was where she decided to see if she could fly. We were on the second story. Talk about scared! But the kids (who were late teens and early adults) found her and brought her home. She hid under my bed for a couple nights. One night I couldn’t handle it anymore. I whispered out to her. She came out. She shook it out. Jumped up on the bed with me and seemed just fine for another six years. Gosh, how we all miss her! It’s been 20 years, and we all still talk about her with tears just below the surface.
Thanks for the memories!
Is there inherent order in nature or is it all chaos and chance?
Wow! Nature prevails over the chaos and chance, I think. Chaos, like forest fires, may kill everything in the area, and yet before long new life exists in the burnt areas. Look at Chernobyl. Nature has managed what we humans haven’t. The above chaos is manmade. But hurricanes, volcanoes, earthquakes, meteors, etc., can kill everything off, but Nature brings life back.
Where is your least favorite place in the world?
I’ve not been very far in the world. But I bet I can universally narrow this down. Offices full of cubicles. I can’t think of any I could ever handle again, no matter what country or planet it resides in. I have met some really awesome people in that work environment and am still friends with them. But I couldn’t survive another moment in that kind of place.
GRATITUDE SECTION (Participation Always Optional
Feel free to share something about the seasons that makes you smile!
Growing up in Southern California, we had Summer and warm everything else. So when we moved here in Outback Oregon, we have most of the seasons. I’m smiling at the upcoming summer is showing its face. The following is probably done for a while.
But this is today:
This last picture is the same mesquite bush that was full of snow in January’s picture. Sadly, we still need to drip water at night. But I was in T-shirt while taking the greenery above and only a little chilly. Yay! Warm is coming!
This was the best non-fiction book I have read in a long time! I could not put it down. Paul Sutter is an excellent teacher and author. His sense of humor rescues what could be dry hard science and keeps it fun.
I always wanted to go to outer space. Mr. Sutter might have just discouraged me with his many ways to die.
I highly recommend the Audible version as his voice is so expressive and full of fun. This might be a legit class, and this its textbook. It is a class I would have wanted to take over and over. Maybe eventually, I’d get an A. If not, I still would have loved the education that sunk in.
Working on my series: Haven.
Doodler (zendoodle.com)
Music major: voice and piano
Mom of four great adults
Reiki II practitioner
I have been on disability/retired for 10 years now from depression, anxiety and fibromyalgia.
Books, games, music, and life — filtered through the mind of a writer, drummer, and philosopher who thinks too deeply about all of it. If it moves something in your chest, I'm interested.
KB fine-gauge Flexee 20 links. Tie-up starting with Kitchener cast-on. German short-row heel. Cuff two-by-two purl/knit. Stretchy cast-off. Now passed on to charity.
As you may have noticed, I have many names for this feline, and he reenacts
them all at will. Saint Theodore. That’s when he does a CAT scan and finds my
hurty spots and purrs it away. It works like a miracle. Not for others in the
house, but for me, it is true.
Then there’s Teddy, the Terrorist. That is the demon that has decided we
can’t have nice things. No matter how many scratching posts or pads we get, he
chooses the arms of the furniture, even the newest chair. It’s embarrassing to
have scratched up furniture, but he’s the one in charge of our Feng Sui.
Teddy the terrific: That’s the one that is having zoom meetings down the
hallway. No, not the kind people have. The kind of crazy cats and dogs have
running around to show their joy of life.
After three days of antibiotics on board, and Tedster seems back to his
original multi-personable self. I’m so happy he’s back! And the plus is that he
is quite talkative now, and he hasn’t been since he was a kitten. I’m so
delighted!
Darswords 
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