My beautiful girl is gone. 
Here is a little “obit” that I made for Bailey, for those inclined to take a look.
I’m not sure when I’ll be up for posting like usual, but it likely won’t be long. Thanks to everyone for the kind words and empathy. 
I’m very sorry. It’s always so hard.
Oh, sweetheart.
{{{Cupcakes}}}
Flyboy, my right knee gives me a short stabby pain when I bend it a certain way, but 95% of the time it doesn’t hurt at all, so I’m torn about seeing a doctor about it. Of course, I do not have a SWMBO with me…
shoe, nice to know the harness does it’s job, but how long before Monkey finds a way to wiggle out of it?
Sticky Buns, yay for awesome bosses! As for the handyman, just approach it in a friendly manner, ask questions and ask ‘can it be done that way?’ without confrontation. Your call if he refuses; at least you will know his reasons.
boo fae, you are one of the few people who seem to be happy saying “hey, my foster cat passed a big turd!” And I’m happy that you shared it, so maybe both of us need professional help… 
Nut, happy ratting!
FCM, yeah, they were at a disadvantage there (albeit Green bay also played last Sunday), but now they get 10 days before their next game to recuperate. Seems silly but the NFL gets tons of $$$ for doing it, so don’t expect it to change.
In the Science Fiction author Larry Niven’s Ringworld series, TANJ is a favorite cusswork, meaning There Ain’t No Justice.
That was my routine today. Sometimes I get lucky and make it all the way through the night.
{{{{Oopsie}}}}. Even when doing the right thing, it still hurts a lot. Much love.
As for me, shopping is done, had a ‘normal’ breakfast (pancakes, syrup, bacon, toast, Diet Pepsi–well, that’s my normal, deal with it 
). Sorta sore this morning so will see how much ambition I have left. Kitchen still needs my attention. 79F now and heading to 90F so back to summer in North Ali-bama.
I was in 5th grade when Kennedy was shot, remember my Mom picking my brother and I up and she was crying because of it. Challenger I was at work when we got the word, this was before instant-news on your computer so went back and forth to a TV in the breakroom. Was working in Abu Dhabi (+9/10 hours) when 9-11 occurred, was home after work and resting when my work colleague (Eddie) called and said a plane had hit the Twin Towers. Thought it was an accident with a private plane so didn’t turn th TV on immediately, when I did the second tower had been hit so didn’t move for the next 6 hours.
And now I’m sufficiently melancholy, so best clean the kitchen up while I can. Take care all.
Since I hunt for chanterelles in some pretty far-out-of-the-way places, I’d need someone to go for help if something were to happen to me. There’s a lot of climbing over and under logs, and some steep terrain is involved. You never go alone. Every year, there is a story of someone who was lost, or worse, hurt and alone, and is later found dead. I usually hunt in National Forest areas, with a permit, of course.
Oopsie, I’m so terribly sorry and teared up reading it. I so understand the pain, and am sending big hugs. Take care my friend, and be gentle with yourself.
{{{Oopsie}}} I’m sure your beautiful girl thanks you for everything, right up to her last breath. Now she has pain-free peace and you have so very many happy memories. 
a beautiful obit. what a good girl.
nothing loves you like a dog, nothing breaks your heart like a dog…
The strange places my brain goes - I was thinking about the little map I drew upthread and realized that the only straight, flat road is the bit from our house up to the next road. All the rest have curves and slopes. Walking the “rectangle” is actually a bit of a workout - I think there are several rises and falls, the greatest of which is about 80’ from top to bottom. Not that anyone cares.
FCD came home, grabbed a couple of sheets of aluminum, and headed back to the marina to expedite the removal of the travelift to solid ground. They’ve been farting around with it for the better part of 2 days and he saw the answer right off. So off he goes. It’s not just the goodness of his heart - they can’t start on our boat till they get that beastie moved!
The clock (and my stomach) tells me it’s lunch time. So I shall lunch.
You did the right thing, the best and kindest thing you could do.
This. However, I know how self recrimination can creep in, as you can feel like you betrayed your pet somehow, or possibly didn’t do enough. It’s always a judgment call and you have to believe you did what was best.
Still on for tomorrow’s lumpia festivities with the offspring and grand-offsprings. Woot! I have to make a last-minute trip to the grocery for a few things.
Breakfast was just fried eggs on toast and a peach yogurt and coffee. Then off to exercise, then tackled the puzzles.
Trying unsuccessfully to avoid the news, but it’s nearly impossible. Maybe I should shop around for a remote cabin to live in for the next three years.
So I was orginally loading Middle Green, except they forgot J wasn’t there, so I got pulled and sent to clerk the 100 and 200 Slide. Which went fairly well. And we had yet another shattered toilet in the damages. UPS: More wrecked toilets than a Taco Bell on Cinco De Mayo.
Tron:
MCP(Master Control Program):
You never saw the movie?
Nobody but Amazon likes it, and 90% of the game are between the bottom 10th of the League.
I was in junior high.
Spot argues back at me. He’s turned into “that cat”
I read that as something complete different and disturbing.
{{{{Oopsie}}}}
It’s always hard to say goodbye. And a beautiful obituary.
As am I. Made the quiet morning Moxie lap cuddle and purring especially poignant.
He has a few moments wiggle time while I’m getting it in place, but once it’s clipped, it’s ON there is no shaking or wiggling it off, and he seems to not care much, so I guess it’s not uncomfortable.
That is very, very good.
I SO wanna know.
(“Butterkase” is German for “butter cheese” which is, if you can find it, absolutely delishush. I haz a sad for anyone who wanted and didn’t get it!)
Whelp. Time for pants. And work. This would normally be my Long Night shift, but things got swapped around, so I gotta go in early-ish, but leave not-so-late.
Ish.
For tonight.
Tomorrow … meh!!
We took FCD’s biggest shorts to the thrift store and had no luck getting him more jeans, so I broke down and ordered a couple pairs. My cheap side hated having to do that because at the rate he’s losing, he’ll only get 2 or 3 months at most. More if he’d let me take them in, but that’s a battle I can’t win. However, he’s happy with $20 wranglers from WalMart, so it’s not too hard to take. And they’ll be delivered tomorrow. Theoretically.
Last load is finally in the washer. Back to Lynley and crocheting.
{{{Ooopie}}} Beautiful obit. You did the right thing. Both for her and for you.
For the Challenger, it was during lunch in high school. Me and a bunch of friends were hanging out in our usual spot when our science teacher, also our next class came and had us all come to the classroom to watch. Thank you Mr. Berthiaume.
9/11 I was standing on a chair painting the transom window of a set at Cornell’s theater. Can’t remember the play. I was so glad Bob Edwards stayed on NPR talking, he was a comforting voice on a terrible day. Eventually, like 11:00, the whole tech dept went across the street to sit at our bar to be able to see it on TV. And have a few beers and speculate. I knew it was Osama then.
I’m going to get some more side-eye from Ms Peach tomorrow. I bought some chicken wire to close off the rest of the fence so she can’t get out. Installing it will be a right PITA this time of year, since there are so many vines and crap growing through the fence. Remind me to put on DEET before going out there.
First (this) doggie horking. She found the foam strip that helps seal the AC unit and promptly shredded it. Some must have gone inside too. Promptly breakfast back on the kitchen floor.
Now I gotta prep myself for going to a thing. The director of our museum has a BBQ every year and it’s apparently a big deal. So I need to get ready to do that.
{{{Oopsie}}}
{{{Oopsie}}}
It takes like two hours for the dishwasher to do its thing. It was almost finished, when The Spousal Unit (who is taking the day off) said, ‘Is there any reason why you turned the water off?’ I’d forgotten to turn it on. Now I have to wash the dishes ‘again’. (I can hear the water running now.)
I am so sorry. Such a beautiful obit for a beautiful girl.
Wishing you the best. So sorry for your loss.