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Happy Firday!
It’s nice and cool, and sunny outside.
Nothing else until I wake up all the way.
As of 9AM, I had showered, dressed, breakfasted, dropped the car off for its oil change, started the first load of laundry and hauled the second load downstairs, cleaned the kitteh box, did some kitchen cleanage, and vacuumed up a cat’s worth of hair off the carpet. We decided to relocate the cat tree from the corner of the dining room to the window next to my desk - now the kittehs can stand watch! 
Taz is already playing there, but Ziva hasn’t discovered it yet.
**FCD **just left for the hardware store - he needs an o-ring to finish assembling his bike. Leaking fuel is bad, mkay??
It’s overcast, very cool, and quiet at the moment. When we pick up the car, I’ll run to the Amish market for melons and corn and cukes and maybe peaches. The shopping list for my clay is in my purse so I don’t forget what kinds I want. At least 2 or 3 of the varieties have never been in my studio before.
And the excitement goes on… woo and hoo!
Ladies and Gentlemen, scientists have determined that Swampy and those unfortunates of his ilk are handicapped.
I am sure that all of you join with me in sympathizing with Swampy for his horrible affliction.
Blurf. Too much to do today and not much time to do it. The landlord is coming over tomorrow to look at the furnace, which means we’ve got to get the house ready for him since he’s a hyper-critical jerk. I’m not looking forward to tomorrow at all. At least the sprog is going to help out.
We also got the kitteh we wanted and she’s coming home on Monday! Her name is Bethany and she’s a tiny grey ball of fluff. Here she is. The sprog and I went to visit her last week and she’s super-sweet and loves to cuddle. She’ll make a good backup literary cat, I think. I’ll post more pix when we bring her home.
Up and caffeinated. Working late tonight.
cute kitten, Rockin’.
: pours Sean an extra large cup of java :
Good luck on not offing the mum, Boofae.
Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ::splort::
Wow, that kitteh is key-ute, Rockin’; she’s got a regal look about her. 
I am so glad that I switched from drip coffee to the french press; the coffee is so much more mellow and really tastes more like coffee to me. Maybe it was my taste buds that changed, but I really do prefer the french press coffee now.
I cut open a cantaloupe this morning because it just smelled so ripe and oh boy, was it! It is so nice and almost melts in my mouth. That’s how I like cantaloupe, which is why it is so disappointing to me when I purchased the cut-up cantaloupe (which I know I shouldn’t do, it’s more expensive that way) - which is usually too hard and just un-ripe! I’ve eaten most of what I cut up and now am eyeing the rest of the half cantaloupe. LOL
Thanks all for the good, healing thoughts and prayers for the sores on my legs. The home health nurse comes back today and we’ll see how they’re doing. So continued good thoughts & prayers, please! Thanks!
Hope everyone enjoys their Friday.
: begins emergency mouth to mouth :
**FCD **got the fuel leak fixed - now he’s got to replace a broken wire from the fuel gauge. I’ve got one load on the lines, one in the dryer, and one in the washer. Windows are still open and it’s loverly here!! It’s a happy day.
Howdy from downtown (well almost downtown) Moultrie, Jawja! I’m in MickeyD’s havin’ me a refreshin’ iced tea before I head to the two places I have to go in Moultire. Then I shall head to that metropolis known as Sylvester, Jawja where I shall have N.O.L. at a pretty good Mexican place then I have three visits there. After that I shall head to da cave as it will be go home time by then.
flytrap actually I am highly evolved so my body is well aware of the hideousness that is fart blossoms. 
Ok, time to head on. Irk awaits. ICK!
Kitteh!
Just about ready to go now except the doctor apparently won’t give me the prescription without actually seeing me, so I have to squeeze in a doc’s appointment (and a trip to pick up the stuff) before my train.
It should be OK, short of some major hold up- both the doc and the pharmacy are very close, and I always leave plenty extra time to get anywhere. Hope I’ve remembered everything: tickets, ID for the ferry, tent, sleeping bag, mat, pillow, camp stove and cooking gear, clothes, toothbrush and suchlike, money, print out of itinerary, origami paper, needle and thread, stuff to read, phone and charger, snacks for the train.
I think, if I can carry it all, I should be fine!
Anyway, off to the doc! If I don’t make it back online before I go, everyone have a nice time while I’m gone
Sis goes in for the surgery this afternoon. Right now, she’s just ready for it to be over. Having not spent an overnight in the hospital since having her tonsils out years ago, being awakened multiple times overnight is adding to her discomfort and grumpiness.
swampy, I’ve been to Camilla! One of the companies that I used to work for built a plant to replace ours there and I went down to help set up the maintenance parts department.
Rockin’, Squeeeee! Bethany’s a beauty. She looks like she’ll be a petite cat when she grows up. How old is she?
Have a good trip Nuts
so let me tell you about this hospital trip WTF moment.
I think y’all remember the last one where I had an IV in my left arm that was attached to a pole,(the IV, not my arm), an IV in my right hand, a big heavy gown that went all the way to the floor, and all kinds of wires attached to me with a big box hanging down in from them.
That is when the nurse handed me a tiny cup and asked me to pee in it.
Sure, just let me drag all this stuff into the bathroom, hike everything up and out of the way, and not get any pee on the IV in my right hand.
So this time the anesthesiologist comes to talk to me about how to put me under. Because of my recent heart attack and some breathing problems he doesn’t want to give me general anesthesia and would prefer to give me a local.
I’m ok with that as long as I will still be asleep because I don’t want to know what is going on down there - at all!
So he starts explaining to me how it works, that the doctor will numb me just like a dentist does, so I will feel some burning and stinging. He is going to take a long needle and try to find the nerve in my cervix, and inject whatever numbing concoction they were going to use.
I asked him. “Isn’t that going to hurt?”.
He said , “Of course it’s going to hurt, but only for a little bit, like with the dentist”.
This does NOT sound like a good option to me at all. I asked him how would he like to get a shot in his sensitive nether regions.
Then he says, “Oh don’t worry, I’ll be giving you some drugs to knock you out and you won’t remember the pain”.
Well, once the pain is over what difference does it make if I remember it or not?
So (my mother and friend were getting quite pale by now) I asked, “Can’t you knock me out before I get the shot so I don’t have to go through the pain?”.
This is when he says, “Of course, we will knock you out first, you won’t remember a thing”.
So why didn’t he say so in the first place?
sari, that’s when you grab his family jewels and say “We’re not going to hurt each other, are we??”
Laundry is done and knitting/crocheting is bagged and ready to go. FCD’s bike is road ready and no longer leaking fuel. I’m about to head to the Amish market for 'lopes, cukes, corn, and 'maters. Windows still open - it’s so gorgeous out!!!
Before today, the number of Dopers I’d met in real life was 3. Now it’s 4!! I met Le Ministre today, and had a great time!
It’s been a few good days in Toronto, but I’ll be glad to be back home.
Sometimes I have conversations in my head. Usually, it’s after the fact and entirely useless for my purposes, but today I had a conversation in my head that actually prevented me from having that same conversation for real at some later time.
Boss: “You can’t call [that person] a useless idiot, and ask if you can see the gills that she had to have grown by now because she’s in so far over her head.”
Me: “Actually, I think I proved that I can say exactly those words. Otherwise we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now, would we?”
That flashed through my mind a split second before I started answering someone, so instead I kept my mouth shut, sadly shook my head, and walked away back to my side of the building.
And they said I could never learn from my mistakes.
Bethany was born in March, so she’s about four or five months old, give or take. I think she’s the runt of the litter because she’s the only female and the smallest. I love how she looks like she’s scheming in the one picture of her. This is good because our existing cat, Target, is also pretty dainty. (She’s about eight pounds and she’s fully-grown.) Target is OK with strangers in her space so I don’t think I’m looking at major problems bringing Bethany home. I don’t think it’ll be all sweetness and light, and I think that we’ll probably need a new cat tree because Target owns the top level of that, but I think that they’ll be just fine together.
Are you keeping Bethany as her name? We almost never keep a cat’s name - as if it matters anyway. Ziva’s name was (unimaginatively) Fluffy. Taz used to be called Dog. Bernie’s name was Bernadette, so we just shortened it. Pixel came without a name, I think - too long ago to remember. I guess it matters with a dog, but cats? Yeah, right…
I’ve got my Amish goodies. We’ve got our car back. I just gave **FCD **a haircut - easy-peasy: #1 guard on the clippers all over.
Shortly, I will go out and bring in the laundry. Nice, leisurely afternoon…
SQUEEEE!!! Adorable, and I hope her new big sister doesn’t get her fur in too big a bunch over the new arrival.
I get to work closing shift both today and tomorrow. In a thrift store. Yay.
Mandatory cashier meeting today, which is at least a potluck, so I get fed while listening to various administrivia/nitpicks. 
(I’m taking those single-serve fruit cups)
With our previous cat, we did change his name when he came home. “Soldier” is an all-right cat name, but it wasn’t HIS name, as he made clear. When I started trying names on him, he responded strongly to Felix, so Felix he was for the rest of his life. In Allie’s case, she’d been through enough without adding a name change (adopted as a kitten from the same shelter, adopters returned her after a year, she’d been there about a week when we found her), but we did change the spelling, feeling that “Alley” was just a bit too bad-joke cutesy.