Life's Not Bad
Life:
Jezebel had The Operation yesterday. When I picked her up from the vet, I was worried that she was never going to forgive me, but now she's sitting on my foot giving herself -- or rather, giving what's left after the vet shaved most of her off -- a bath. It's for the good of feline-kind. If only I could convince her of that. In the mean time, it turns out that she is FIV positive. Son of a biatch. It's not an insurmountable obsticle, but it is more drama than I currently wanted to be dealing with, especially as we're about to move into a house with two other cats. And finding a long-term babysitter while I'm with Peace Corps is going to be an extra special challenge. But I love her too much to give her up on such spurrious grounds as a terminal and marginally contagious illness. Yes, I'm a sucker.
Speaking of biatches, Mom is still being a pain. Last night she didn't want to answer a question because she was on the phone. The logic that she is ALWAYS on the phone didn't seem to phase her, although we all -- including Mom -- know that's the case. I'm getting really frustrated with the whole "everyone else in the world is more important than you, especially the cat (Bosco)" attitude that I've been getting from her. I'm now completely out of ideas of how to deal with her. I really really really want to just leave her alone until she comes out of this, but I'm worried that she won't. And I don't want to shut her out of my life. Well, if it's not one thing, it's your mother.
I'm now immersed in the project of packing up my room to move. Four large trashbags and one smallish box are sitting in the hallway, waiting to be dropped off at Goodwill. Even better, three boxes are waiting to hit the dumpster. And for those of you who know me well enough, you won't believe this: I'm giving away some of my books. Just the ones that I know I won't ever read again: a couple of children's horse book series are going to a girl at the farm, and a bunch of Misty books are going to another Misty fan that I know. I think I might be suffering minor symptoms of grief at losing the books. Really. But I've got so much stuff. I think getting rid of everything but the essentials is going to be really really good for me. Cathartic, somehow. I've left two boxes of "keeping no matter what" stuff at the folks' place, and I should have some more (mostly books) soon. Anyone need a bookcase ... or three?
Love:
There's the shortest story ever told.
The Pursuit of Happiness:
I'm still waiting on lab work to come back so I can send off my medical packet for review. This will be soon, I hope. Lord knows you will all know once I finally do.
My lesson tonight kind of sucked. Topper was pretty tired. I didn't feel too tired, but I got the impression that Scott was about to scream he was so frustrated with me. There were a couple of jumps that I don't know how I made it over and still stayed on the horse. Okay, must needs pull head from ass before next lesson.
I was talking with Sue (lady I ride with) after the lesson, and we discovered that we both feel like getting a bit thinner (or in my case, a LOT thinner). I've already made myself drink nothing but water and I've stopped eating processed sugars. 2 days now. Still waiting for the caffiene withdrawl to kick in. I'm sure I'll be in rampant-biatch mode until that passes. I apologize now. Anyway, Sue and I are going to start working out together, with the goal of getting ourselves more fit off the horse, so that when we get on the horse, we don't look like the idiots we did tonight (I wasn't the only one giving Scott grey hairs). I think we're walking around Lake Peachtree tomorrow night. Wish me luck on this, and don't let me eat sugars!
And it is now officially time for bath and bed.
Ciao!~
Jezebel had The Operation yesterday. When I picked her up from the vet, I was worried that she was never going to forgive me, but now she's sitting on my foot giving herself -- or rather, giving what's left after the vet shaved most of her off -- a bath. It's for the good of feline-kind. If only I could convince her of that. In the mean time, it turns out that she is FIV positive. Son of a biatch. It's not an insurmountable obsticle, but it is more drama than I currently wanted to be dealing with, especially as we're about to move into a house with two other cats. And finding a long-term babysitter while I'm with Peace Corps is going to be an extra special challenge. But I love her too much to give her up on such spurrious grounds as a terminal and marginally contagious illness. Yes, I'm a sucker.
Speaking of biatches, Mom is still being a pain. Last night she didn't want to answer a question because she was on the phone. The logic that she is ALWAYS on the phone didn't seem to phase her, although we all -- including Mom -- know that's the case. I'm getting really frustrated with the whole "everyone else in the world is more important than you, especially the cat (Bosco)" attitude that I've been getting from her. I'm now completely out of ideas of how to deal with her. I really really really want to just leave her alone until she comes out of this, but I'm worried that she won't. And I don't want to shut her out of my life. Well, if it's not one thing, it's your mother.
I'm now immersed in the project of packing up my room to move. Four large trashbags and one smallish box are sitting in the hallway, waiting to be dropped off at Goodwill. Even better, three boxes are waiting to hit the dumpster. And for those of you who know me well enough, you won't believe this: I'm giving away some of my books. Just the ones that I know I won't ever read again: a couple of children's horse book series are going to a girl at the farm, and a bunch of Misty books are going to another Misty fan that I know. I think I might be suffering minor symptoms of grief at losing the books. Really. But I've got so much stuff. I think getting rid of everything but the essentials is going to be really really good for me. Cathartic, somehow. I've left two boxes of "keeping no matter what" stuff at the folks' place, and I should have some more (mostly books) soon. Anyone need a bookcase ... or three?
Love:
There's the shortest story ever told.
The Pursuit of Happiness:
I'm still waiting on lab work to come back so I can send off my medical packet for review. This will be soon, I hope. Lord knows you will all know once I finally do.
My lesson tonight kind of sucked. Topper was pretty tired. I didn't feel too tired, but I got the impression that Scott was about to scream he was so frustrated with me. There were a couple of jumps that I don't know how I made it over and still stayed on the horse. Okay, must needs pull head from ass before next lesson.
I was talking with Sue (lady I ride with) after the lesson, and we discovered that we both feel like getting a bit thinner (or in my case, a LOT thinner). I've already made myself drink nothing but water and I've stopped eating processed sugars. 2 days now. Still waiting for the caffiene withdrawl to kick in. I'm sure I'll be in rampant-biatch mode until that passes. I apologize now. Anyway, Sue and I are going to start working out together, with the goal of getting ourselves more fit off the horse, so that when we get on the horse, we don't look like the idiots we did tonight (I wasn't the only one giving Scott grey hairs). I think we're walking around Lake Peachtree tomorrow night. Wish me luck on this, and don't let me eat sugars!
And it is now officially time for bath and bed.
Ciao!~