I'm Not Dead.
So yeah. Surprise, surprise. I'm not dead. I also didn't actually fall off the face of the earth. Shocking, isn't it?
I'm a bad updater person. Bad bad. It's just that I tend to only write when there isn't much to write about. When things are hectic and crazy, as they have been, I forget to tell anybody about it (although I'll be shocked as shit if any of the people on my flist are actually my.. er, f's anymore).
Things, as mentioned above, have been crazy. Between selling the apartment (dear God why can't people who come to look at your apartment ever close closet doors? Is it THAT hard?), looking for a house (if you're selling your house, for the love of all that is holy, post accurate pictures and save people the trouble of going to see your piece of crap hovel), dealing with Zoe's surgery (four bladder stones in the kitty. FOUR), Cady's declining health (diabetes, chronic cough, cushings disease, failing kidneys, failing immune system), and my best friend's cancer (melanoma that metastacized and is in his lymph nodes and lungs) -- I've been a bit preoccupied.
Oh and my computer decided to take a giant dump on my life and fuck off for a while, so I'm using Pete's laptop (Pete being the one with the cancer if no one got that). What the fuck is hal.dll anyway and how did it get corrupted?? Fucking Dell.
So we do have a buyer for the apartment. I won't give actual numbers, but suffice it to say, it's in the high 900's, so that's a good thing. They're supposed to sign the contract on Monday after nitpicking about a/c units and carpeting for a week. Add to that the fact that our lawyer decided to take a trip to Holland, and it's been a wee bit stressful.
We found a really nice house. It's at the Jersey shore, about ten minutes from the ocean. HUGE in-ground pool and it backs up to this creek. It's really pretty, really peaceful. Open floor plan, big windows. Good stuff. I took pictures, so maybe I'll post them if I ever get my pc up and running again. 'Course, we need to get the apartment sold first, so we might end up losing the house. In which case, we'll find another one I guess. C'est la vie. There's too much other shit going on to deal with caring too much about the house. Thank bejesus for prozac. God.
Zoe's surgery was yesterday. We brought her home this morning. She's wearing one of those horrible Elizabethan collars, so she looks like a martini again. Poor baby. There were four huge stones in her bladder, and we got to take home three of them. Not sure what I'm going to do. Pete says I should keep them to ward against future stones, but they kinda wig me out. They're in a pill bottle in the kitchen for now.
The Pete-Has-Cancer thing is killing me out more than anything else, really. He's on this experimental treatment because melanoma apparently doesn't care very much about chemo. It laughs in the face of chemo. So he had this like six hour infusion of these antibodies that are supposed to attack the sixteen or so little tumors he's riddled with.
All in all, it's been uh... not terribly good, y'know? So if you think I've been ignoring you or that I don't care about you, don't. I've just been going through a few rings of hell for a while, trying to claw my way up to the surface. Maybe I can get all the way to purgatory one day.
P.S. I had chocolate cake for dinner.
I'm a bad updater person. Bad bad. It's just that I tend to only write when there isn't much to write about. When things are hectic and crazy, as they have been, I forget to tell anybody about it (although I'll be shocked as shit if any of the people on my flist are actually my.. er, f's anymore).
Things, as mentioned above, have been crazy. Between selling the apartment (dear God why can't people who come to look at your apartment ever close closet doors? Is it THAT hard?), looking for a house (if you're selling your house, for the love of all that is holy, post accurate pictures and save people the trouble of going to see your piece of crap hovel), dealing with Zoe's surgery (four bladder stones in the kitty. FOUR), Cady's declining health (diabetes, chronic cough, cushings disease, failing kidneys, failing immune system), and my best friend's cancer (melanoma that metastacized and is in his lymph nodes and lungs) -- I've been a bit preoccupied.
Oh and my computer decided to take a giant dump on my life and fuck off for a while, so I'm using Pete's laptop (Pete being the one with the cancer if no one got that). What the fuck is hal.dll anyway and how did it get corrupted?? Fucking Dell.
So we do have a buyer for the apartment. I won't give actual numbers, but suffice it to say, it's in the high 900's, so that's a good thing. They're supposed to sign the contract on Monday after nitpicking about a/c units and carpeting for a week. Add to that the fact that our lawyer decided to take a trip to Holland, and it's been a wee bit stressful.
We found a really nice house. It's at the Jersey shore, about ten minutes from the ocean. HUGE in-ground pool and it backs up to this creek. It's really pretty, really peaceful. Open floor plan, big windows. Good stuff. I took pictures, so maybe I'll post them if I ever get my pc up and running again. 'Course, we need to get the apartment sold first, so we might end up losing the house. In which case, we'll find another one I guess. C'est la vie. There's too much other shit going on to deal with caring too much about the house. Thank bejesus for prozac. God.
Zoe's surgery was yesterday. We brought her home this morning. She's wearing one of those horrible Elizabethan collars, so she looks like a martini again. Poor baby. There were four huge stones in her bladder, and we got to take home three of them. Not sure what I'm going to do. Pete says I should keep them to ward against future stones, but they kinda wig me out. They're in a pill bottle in the kitchen for now.
The Pete-Has-Cancer thing is killing me out more than anything else, really. He's on this experimental treatment because melanoma apparently doesn't care very much about chemo. It laughs in the face of chemo. So he had this like six hour infusion of these antibodies that are supposed to attack the sixteen or so little tumors he's riddled with.
All in all, it's been uh... not terribly good, y'know? So if you think I've been ignoring you or that I don't care about you, don't. I've just been going through a few rings of hell for a while, trying to claw my way up to the surface. Maybe I can get all the way to purgatory one day.
P.S. I had chocolate cake for dinner.