February 10, 2006
Y and I took Sweetie to the vet yesterday afternoon. Lots of excitement before we got out the door. The ex decided that we couldn't take the car this time because the kids had left the boiler on too long. And the cat kept running out the door every time someone came or went. Also, it appeared that the carrier I had prepared for transporting the cat wasn't going to work. Actually, it was fine.
We took a taxi, then I had to write a check to cover the cost of the vaccination. I hadn't realized that this vaccination wasn't covered by what I paid last time. We decided to take buses home. Y was thrilled. He didn't remember ever having been on a bus before. Where we changed buses there is a pet store. Y reminded me that the vet said to buy a liquid against fleas. I asked the price and said, "Whoaho! I'd better go to the bank and check my balance then." The guy laughed and said I could buy just one treatment if that seemed preferable after checking my balance. So that is what we did, after visiting the bank. I signed the forms for telebanking and checking account information on the web while I was there. I avoided it for a long time, but finally gave in. The man at the pet store dripped the anti-flea stuff on Sweetie while I held her still.
What did I see when we got home? The girls were CLEANING their room! I was amazed and pleased. I still am.
A asked if he could take a taxi to the train station with Al, the neighbor in the cistern apartment, when he went to pick his daughter up there. I said okay. But then he wasn't home by bedtime and didn't come when I called. Finally I asked Ba if she knew what was up with them. I was in a panic, imagining they'd been in an accident, he needed me and I didn't know it. Ba said they had already come back. So finally I went down and called him. I can't believe they couldn't hear me calling from the roof. When Sa and Ri lived there they claimed that the quietest tip toeing on the roof drove them over the brink, it was so loud within the apartment. I should say that Al is kind of family on A's father's side. Which I suppose is how he has come to live in that apartment, probably some kind of a trade deal. Work instead of rent is usually the deal they make. He used to be around fairly constantly some years back when the ex's older kids were going through a return to religion stage, and he was too. At that time I had no idea he had a daughter A's age. He is not technically family, but he belongs to a family of Yemenites (known as a robbery ring), one of whom is a friend of the ex. The friend built and ran a home for the elderly for a long time, but a few years back he made it in to a kind of a hotel. He got me a job taking care of an eldery Yemenite woman in her home back in the days when I was still a tourist.
Poor Sweetie doesn't feel good at all. She hardly moves and cries if touched. The reaction can last up to two days the vet said.
I haven't been to the library for two weeks and am going insane. It did force me to remember and finish "The Deep Side of the Ocean," which I had put aside for lighter reading some time ago. The second half went much faster than the first. Most interesting to me was seeing myself in the non-perfect mother character. Is it in the blood? Amazingly enough it had a hopeful ending. I started "The Water Babies" which I loved in the beginning, but got boggy, and I haven't finished. I even tried to read a Hardy Boys. Bleh.
We took a taxi, then I had to write a check to cover the cost of the vaccination. I hadn't realized that this vaccination wasn't covered by what I paid last time. We decided to take buses home. Y was thrilled. He didn't remember ever having been on a bus before. Where we changed buses there is a pet store. Y reminded me that the vet said to buy a liquid against fleas. I asked the price and said, "Whoaho! I'd better go to the bank and check my balance then." The guy laughed and said I could buy just one treatment if that seemed preferable after checking my balance. So that is what we did, after visiting the bank. I signed the forms for telebanking and checking account information on the web while I was there. I avoided it for a long time, but finally gave in. The man at the pet store dripped the anti-flea stuff on Sweetie while I held her still.
What did I see when we got home? The girls were CLEANING their room! I was amazed and pleased. I still am.
A asked if he could take a taxi to the train station with Al, the neighbor in the cistern apartment, when he went to pick his daughter up there. I said okay. But then he wasn't home by bedtime and didn't come when I called. Finally I asked Ba if she knew what was up with them. I was in a panic, imagining they'd been in an accident, he needed me and I didn't know it. Ba said they had already come back. So finally I went down and called him. I can't believe they couldn't hear me calling from the roof. When Sa and Ri lived there they claimed that the quietest tip toeing on the roof drove them over the brink, it was so loud within the apartment. I should say that Al is kind of family on A's father's side. Which I suppose is how he has come to live in that apartment, probably some kind of a trade deal. Work instead of rent is usually the deal they make. He used to be around fairly constantly some years back when the ex's older kids were going through a return to religion stage, and he was too. At that time I had no idea he had a daughter A's age. He is not technically family, but he belongs to a family of Yemenites (known as a robbery ring), one of whom is a friend of the ex. The friend built and ran a home for the elderly for a long time, but a few years back he made it in to a kind of a hotel. He got me a job taking care of an eldery Yemenite woman in her home back in the days when I was still a tourist.
Poor Sweetie doesn't feel good at all. She hardly moves and cries if touched. The reaction can last up to two days the vet said.
I haven't been to the library for two weeks and am going insane. It did force me to remember and finish "The Deep Side of the Ocean," which I had put aside for lighter reading some time ago. The second half went much faster than the first. Most interesting to me was seeing myself in the non-perfect mother character. Is it in the blood? Amazingly enough it had a hopeful ending. I started "The Water Babies" which I loved in the beginning, but got boggy, and I haven't finished. I even tried to read a Hardy Boys. Bleh.