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Jane in the snow
1 December 2008 09:34
Our little tough girl, Jane, is also our biggest snow cat. She loves the stuff.
( And I'm not the only one who missed Dar )
( And I'm not the only one who missed Dar )
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finitejester37 (and her knitting) made it here in good time and in good health yesterday around 6:30PM. Yay! Really, she's a fabulous knitter. She's doing something now on 3 fine gage needles in a triangle that's kind of blowing my mind. We introduced her to our yarn-on-the-hoof herd last night when Hannibal got to get his herdsire on by breeding with two of our friend's open girl alpacas. Now Jes has been initiated into the select group of people who have heard orgling first hand. Truly it is a sound that is impossible to describe but unforgettable once you've heard it. She also hand fed the rest of the herd, and even the notoriously skittish Satine ate some grain from her palm Go, Jes :)
The uninvited: Holmes the giant orange cat brought me a dead giant gray rat for breakfast. No, really, you shouldn't have. Really. Then while Dar and I were out, Pixel apparently brought home a live mouse. Maddie escorted said mousie to safety. I was just saying that I need to buy myself some rodent-flinging gloves. I'm using either disposable rubber gloves or my paddock work gloves (depending on how gross the rodent is that needs to get flung), but I think I should have a dedicated pair that I can wash out with hot water.
Pixel was licking my face and giving me her kitty kisses when I got back from running errands, and I started thinking, "Mouse lips. I'm getting kissed by mouse lips." Heh. And ugh.
In other news, the nephrologist moved up my appointment to 8:30AM tomorrow morning. That's going to be a hassle to make given the 35 minute drive and the early hour and the feeding the alpacas that has to be done first (by Dar, I should clarify), but I just can't wait until next week to get the results from that biopsy. I was telling Dar that my results could range anywhere from "Sorry, it was a botched biopsy and nothing is resolved." up to "So. Do you have a favorite undertaker?" Hee. I doubt it will be either one of those, but please, please, please, let it be something definitive.
Oh, and speaking of health stuff, Q got herself stepped on by Jester the horse. Yeah, it's in the passive case because she says she was fooling around with him and it was partly her fault. But still . . . big honkin' Owww. Her foot isn't broken, but it is painful and bruised and all wrapped up in an ace bandage, and I'm sure she'll tell you all about it. See? This is why I remain courteous but businesslike when I deal with Jester who, yes, has been nicknamed Bad Horse now. (Dar says she greets him every morning nowadays by calling out "How's my Stallion of Sin?" and she wonders what the neighbors must be thinking. Bwah!)
Chloe (14 months old) is curled up asleep against Rocky, our older, neurotic, "I want to be alone" cat. He clearly doesn't know what to think about this, and spent many minutes just staring down at her before he just now slowly backed up and sprawled a few inches away. But she just moved, and now she's sleeping up against his butt. Cute! Chloe and her sister Jane love Rocky to death. Love, love, love. They're slowly wearing down his defenses - at least where they're concerned. Woe to any other cat that tries to get that friendly. I actually caught him lightly grooming Jane's head yesterday, but then he saw me looking and stopped. Awww, Rocky, you're just a big softie.
( Here's a gratuitous pic of Jane looking a lot tougher than she really is. )
finitejester37 (and her knitting) made it here in good time and in good health yesterday around 6:30PM. Yay! Really, she's a fabulous knitter. She's doing something now on 3 fine gage needles in a triangle that's kind of blowing my mind. We introduced her to our yarn-on-the-hoof herd last night when Hannibal got to get his herdsire on by breeding with two of our friend's open girl alpacas. Now Jes has been initiated into the select group of people who have heard orgling first hand. Truly it is a sound that is impossible to describe but unforgettable once you've heard it. She also hand fed the rest of the herd, and even the notoriously skittish Satine ate some grain from her palm Go, Jes :)The uninvited: Holmes the giant orange cat brought me a dead giant gray rat for breakfast. No, really, you shouldn't have. Really. Then while Dar and I were out, Pixel apparently brought home a live mouse. Maddie escorted said mousie to safety. I was just saying that I need to buy myself some rodent-flinging gloves. I'm using either disposable rubber gloves or my paddock work gloves (depending on how gross the rodent is that needs to get flung), but I think I should have a dedicated pair that I can wash out with hot water.
Pixel was licking my face and giving me her kitty kisses when I got back from running errands, and I started thinking, "Mouse lips. I'm getting kissed by mouse lips." Heh. And ugh.
In other news, the nephrologist moved up my appointment to 8:30AM tomorrow morning. That's going to be a hassle to make given the 35 minute drive and the early hour and the feeding the alpacas that has to be done first (by Dar, I should clarify), but I just can't wait until next week to get the results from that biopsy. I was telling Dar that my results could range anywhere from "Sorry, it was a botched biopsy and nothing is resolved." up to "So. Do you have a favorite undertaker?" Hee. I doubt it will be either one of those, but please, please, please, let it be something definitive.
Oh, and speaking of health stuff, Q got herself stepped on by Jester the horse. Yeah, it's in the passive case because she says she was fooling around with him and it was partly her fault. But still . . . big honkin' Owww. Her foot isn't broken, but it is painful and bruised and all wrapped up in an ace bandage, and I'm sure she'll tell you all about it. See? This is why I remain courteous but businesslike when I deal with Jester who, yes, has been nicknamed Bad Horse now. (Dar says she greets him every morning nowadays by calling out "How's my Stallion of Sin?" and she wonders what the neighbors must be thinking. Bwah!)
Chloe (14 months old) is curled up asleep against Rocky, our older, neurotic, "I want to be alone" cat. He clearly doesn't know what to think about this, and spent many minutes just staring down at her before he just now slowly backed up and sprawled a few inches away. But she just moved, and now she's sleeping up against his butt. Cute! Chloe and her sister Jane love Rocky to death. Love, love, love. They're slowly wearing down his defenses - at least where they're concerned. Woe to any other cat that tries to get that friendly. I actually caught him lightly grooming Jane's head yesterday, but then he saw me looking and stopped. Awww, Rocky, you're just a big softie.
( Here's a gratuitous pic of Jane looking a lot tougher than she really is. )
It was a week
18 May 2008 18:17Crazy busy all week. Crazy all week. Really, operative word here: crazy.
The alpaca cooperative did their big shearing course this weekend. I didn't make it to any of the actual shearing, but I spent a good part of yesterday running back and forth from our place to the mill where the shearing was going on and back again, ferrying various foodstuffs, some of which I prepared with these two wrinkly trembling hands. The chocolate trifle came out particularly well, I think.
But yesterday wasn't all fun and games. Remember the cria I posted about a few days? The fluffy little newborn who had the rough start. Dar, and Diane, and I ended up rushing him to the emergency vet, with Dar giving him animal CPR all the way there. Dar lost his heartbeat as the vet pulled up to the building, and there was nothing else that could save him. She was devastated. It was a senseless death brought about by human error and inaction. None of it malicious, but most of it was avoidable. Poor baby alpaca.
I'll let Dar fill you in on all the details of the disastrous first day of shearing. I'll just say that when she walked into my room after getting home later that night, I gasped because her jacket was splattered with blood. None of it hers, thankfully. I hear that today's shearing went much more smoothly, but then I think it would have had to.
My day ended yesterday with trying to get that huge freakin' horse (Jester) out of our neighbors' pasture - two pastures over from ours. Without a lead rope. Yeah, that was fun. Took a while to get Jester moving, and really why should he want to? He's stuck in a mud paddock and all around him is lush pasture grass. I'd have broken out, too. But not our property, eh. Mark finally found the lead rope and got it around him; I'd managed to get him fairly close to our property with a bucket of grain and some veggies. When we finally got him back in our paddock . . . he knocked me to the ground. Just hip checked me and sent me flying. Nice horse. And I was looking at an awful lot of big heavy hooves while I was down there, too. I didn't get banged up too much, and if it weren't for this stupid AI whateverthehellitis, I'd have bounced right back. But my joints are all screaming at me today, so the score is Jester:1 Mays:0
I went back out to his paddock and used some bungee cords to fasten the gates to his paddock more tightly. Mark used his lead rope to fasten the other gate into there, too. I felt like we were taking him prisoner, and it wasn't a good feeling, but he can't keep breaking out like that. As I said, not that I blame him.
So today was spent driving Dar back to the mill for today's shearing and then cleaning up in the morning a bit for the arrival of Q's dad and his girlfriend, both of whom are wonderfully warm and in Miriam's case especially wonderfully dressed. Seriously, I wanted to walk off with everything she had on (uh, that I could see, anyway *g*) right down to earrings and purse. It's been a long time since I've been around an urban woman my age; I forgot how much I liked clothes until I saw her. OK, I'll stop spooging over her wardrobe now :)
The lupus flare that was threatening hit this afternoon, and I keep falling asleep. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Or not complaining, too much. It's the soreness, mostly. Eh, I'm old and cranky.
And Dar just got back, so I'm going to say hello to my sweetie pie.
The alpaca cooperative did their big shearing course this weekend. I didn't make it to any of the actual shearing, but I spent a good part of yesterday running back and forth from our place to the mill where the shearing was going on and back again, ferrying various foodstuffs, some of which I prepared with these two wrinkly trembling hands. The chocolate trifle came out particularly well, I think.
But yesterday wasn't all fun and games. Remember the cria I posted about a few days? The fluffy little newborn who had the rough start. Dar, and Diane, and I ended up rushing him to the emergency vet, with Dar giving him animal CPR all the way there. Dar lost his heartbeat as the vet pulled up to the building, and there was nothing else that could save him. She was devastated. It was a senseless death brought about by human error and inaction. None of it malicious, but most of it was avoidable. Poor baby alpaca.
I'll let Dar fill you in on all the details of the disastrous first day of shearing. I'll just say that when she walked into my room after getting home later that night, I gasped because her jacket was splattered with blood. None of it hers, thankfully. I hear that today's shearing went much more smoothly, but then I think it would have had to.
My day ended yesterday with trying to get that huge freakin' horse (Jester) out of our neighbors' pasture - two pastures over from ours. Without a lead rope. Yeah, that was fun. Took a while to get Jester moving, and really why should he want to? He's stuck in a mud paddock and all around him is lush pasture grass. I'd have broken out, too. But not our property, eh. Mark finally found the lead rope and got it around him; I'd managed to get him fairly close to our property with a bucket of grain and some veggies. When we finally got him back in our paddock . . . he knocked me to the ground. Just hip checked me and sent me flying. Nice horse. And I was looking at an awful lot of big heavy hooves while I was down there, too. I didn't get banged up too much, and if it weren't for this stupid AI whateverthehellitis, I'd have bounced right back. But my joints are all screaming at me today, so the score is Jester:1 Mays:0
I went back out to his paddock and used some bungee cords to fasten the gates to his paddock more tightly. Mark used his lead rope to fasten the other gate into there, too. I felt like we were taking him prisoner, and it wasn't a good feeling, but he can't keep breaking out like that. As I said, not that I blame him.
So today was spent driving Dar back to the mill for today's shearing and then cleaning up in the morning a bit for the arrival of Q's dad and his girlfriend, both of whom are wonderfully warm and in Miriam's case especially wonderfully dressed. Seriously, I wanted to walk off with everything she had on (uh, that I could see, anyway *g*) right down to earrings and purse. It's been a long time since I've been around an urban woman my age; I forgot how much I liked clothes until I saw her. OK, I'll stop spooging over her wardrobe now :)
The lupus flare that was threatening hit this afternoon, and I keep falling asleep. Not that I'm complaining, mind you. Or not complaining, too much. It's the soreness, mostly. Eh, I'm old and cranky.
And Dar just got back, so I'm going to say hello to my sweetie pie.
I'm so hungry! (damn prednisone) But I'm too tired to go out to the kitchen to get something to eat. (damn prednisone) But if I don't do that, I'll keep waking up because I'm so hungry. (damn prednisone) Do we sense a theme here? (damn prednisone)
Went out to the barn with Dar this morning. We're having that weird weather that's rushing across the northern tier: warm temps followed by flash freezing and dangerous winds. This morning was the warm temps, so I got to play for a bit. Got me some soft little alpaca kisses out of it, and a couple pics.
It wore me out, but what else is new, eh. It was worth it. I zoned out while Q and Dar ran to the store to, as Dar always puts it - completely without sarcasm - "pick up a few things." Two hours and many grocery bags later, they returned. Actually, it was a stock the cupboard run, because the odds are that we'll lose power before the weather system passes. And also, the temps are going to be dangerously cold and the roads should be ridiculously icy, so get it all done when you can.
I tried to shovel all of the slush from around my car this afternoon, because I didn't want to end up parked on the equivalent of a skating rink once the front comes through. I wasn't all that successful and ended up having to move my car and reshovel a new space. Again - it knocked me out for a couple of hours. At least I got to cozy up with Jane and Chloe who pretty much staked out my bed as their own for most of the day. Chloe's cold is back, poor thing. And Jane was like insanely affectionate, patting my face and licking my hands. On the other hand, maybe she got into my prednisone and was just trying to eat me because she couldn't drag herself out to the kitchen where the food bowls are.
Jester the Wonder Horse is living up to his name in unexpected ways. He figured out how to unhitch the gate to his paddock and wander down to visit the alpacas. Dar noticed him rolling around in the snow (literally) in front of the alpaca barn. The alpacas meanwhile were bunched up in the main paddock goggling at him. Dar got Maddie to go out with her and harness him, but before they got there I got to see Adama and Sparky get up the courage to go up to Jester and touch noses with him. Awwwwwww! They can't really be in the same paddock together, but it was awfully cute to see them interact like that.
In medical news (because you knew that was coming, didn't you?), I have appointments to see my new rheumatologist and my neurologist. I see the rheumy at the end of March and the neuro at the end of April. Assuming I haven't died by then. Sigh. Actually I figure that when my all my blood work comes back they'll probably get me in to see them each earlier. I hope. Because basically I'm still untreated for lupus and have no official diagnosis for the neuropathy that's pretty much progressing to the point where it's starting to cripple me.
And what the hell is going on outside? It sounds like snow plows running up and down the driveway. Or trucks or planes or something. Man, I bet it's the wind storm kicking in. And that is my cue to haul my butt out to the kitchen to get some crackers before the electricity goes out. I should probably hit the bathroom, too. Because I know you were dying to be let in on that particular plan of action.
Ta-ta.
Went out to the barn with Dar this morning. We're having that weird weather that's rushing across the northern tier: warm temps followed by flash freezing and dangerous winds. This morning was the warm temps, so I got to play for a bit. Got me some soft little alpaca kisses out of it, and a couple pics.
It wore me out, but what else is new, eh. It was worth it. I zoned out while Q and Dar ran to the store to, as Dar always puts it - completely without sarcasm - "pick up a few things." Two hours and many grocery bags later, they returned. Actually, it was a stock the cupboard run, because the odds are that we'll lose power before the weather system passes. And also, the temps are going to be dangerously cold and the roads should be ridiculously icy, so get it all done when you can.
I tried to shovel all of the slush from around my car this afternoon, because I didn't want to end up parked on the equivalent of a skating rink once the front comes through. I wasn't all that successful and ended up having to move my car and reshovel a new space. Again - it knocked me out for a couple of hours. At least I got to cozy up with Jane and Chloe who pretty much staked out my bed as their own for most of the day. Chloe's cold is back, poor thing. And Jane was like insanely affectionate, patting my face and licking my hands. On the other hand, maybe she got into my prednisone and was just trying to eat me because she couldn't drag herself out to the kitchen where the food bowls are.
Jester the Wonder Horse is living up to his name in unexpected ways. He figured out how to unhitch the gate to his paddock and wander down to visit the alpacas. Dar noticed him rolling around in the snow (literally) in front of the alpaca barn. The alpacas meanwhile were bunched up in the main paddock goggling at him. Dar got Maddie to go out with her and harness him, but before they got there I got to see Adama and Sparky get up the courage to go up to Jester and touch noses with him. Awwwwwww! They can't really be in the same paddock together, but it was awfully cute to see them interact like that.
In medical news (because you knew that was coming, didn't you?), I have appointments to see my new rheumatologist and my neurologist. I see the rheumy at the end of March and the neuro at the end of April. Assuming I haven't died by then. Sigh. Actually I figure that when my all my blood work comes back they'll probably get me in to see them each earlier. I hope. Because basically I'm still untreated for lupus and have no official diagnosis for the neuropathy that's pretty much progressing to the point where it's starting to cripple me.
And what the hell is going on outside? It sounds like snow plows running up and down the driveway. Or trucks or planes or something. Man, I bet it's the wind storm kicking in. And that is my cue to haul my butt out to the kitchen to get some crackers before the electricity goes out. I should probably hit the bathroom, too. Because I know you were dying to be let in on that particular plan of action.
Ta-ta.
January Thaw
7 January 2008 18:09We've had temps around 50F. 50! Most of the snow is gone, replaced by several inches of water over the grass. The pond has become a lake again, like it did last thaw and early spring. The alpacas are loving it and so are the humans. Q ended up spending an extra day with us (yay!) because the mist/fog was so thick we couldn't see the road in front of the house or the barn behind us. All of the schools were closed because it was too dangerous to send the kids out even just to wait for the bus. Then two things happened to clear it up: most of the snow melted (insane!) and a south wind blew up around mid-afternoon and sent the mist visibly scurrying away. It was surreal to watch.
Thanks to the warmer temps and a somewhat decent night last night, I went out with Dar to do the alpacas and Jester this morning. Then Q and I went back to do the evening feed, although I was pretty tired by then so it wasn't as luxurious as they're used to getting. They'll get over it. I also got my first horse nip completely due to my own ignorance. I was holding an apple out on my palm for Jester to take, but I didn't have it placed well so he nipped the pad at the base of my thumb when he bit into it. I have a tiny blood blister that I'm ridiculously proud of: look - a horsie nipped me! Heh. (Dar was taking a well-earned rest, and I just didn't have the heart to wake her, which is how I ended up out there.)
The cats are settling in. There's a lot less hissing between them and Lexy. Pixel still bullies Jane, and Little is still stalking anything with four legs, so that's all pretty much the same-old same-old. I let Jane out on the deck for a bit this morning; she looked around with a "Where did all my snow go?" expression and promptly took off. I found her a few minutes later in the shed under the deck, mewing and running back and forth. Dar and I think that she was looking for her mommy. Breaks our hearts.
I put a call in to my neurologist this morning just to let him know that my symptoms are getting worse. I don't have another appointment scheduled with him, and I'm not sure that he'll set one up now since I'm seeing a second rheumatologist in two weeks and I'm guessing he wants to get her report first. But I just thought he should make a note of it. I also called my current rheumy to see if that antiphospholipd test is back - the one I took back on November 8. Still not in, and the nurse promised to track it down. I didn't hear back from her, so I'm not sure where that stands. I did get some other test results back from her, and I'm sure you'll all be shocked to hear that I do, indeed, still have lupus :)
Last night was my big TV night: The Amazing Race was good, The Wire was damn perfection (I'm so excited to have it back), and L&O:CI was just very, very weird. Please don't do that again, LOCI, OK?
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( January thaw this way )
Thanks to the warmer temps and a somewhat decent night last night, I went out with Dar to do the alpacas and Jester this morning. Then Q and I went back to do the evening feed, although I was pretty tired by then so it wasn't as luxurious as they're used to getting. They'll get over it. I also got my first horse nip completely due to my own ignorance. I was holding an apple out on my palm for Jester to take, but I didn't have it placed well so he nipped the pad at the base of my thumb when he bit into it. I have a tiny blood blister that I'm ridiculously proud of: look - a horsie nipped me! Heh. (Dar was taking a well-earned rest, and I just didn't have the heart to wake her, which is how I ended up out there.)
The cats are settling in. There's a lot less hissing between them and Lexy. Pixel still bullies Jane, and Little is still stalking anything with four legs, so that's all pretty much the same-old same-old. I let Jane out on the deck for a bit this morning; she looked around with a "Where did all my snow go?" expression and promptly took off. I found her a few minutes later in the shed under the deck, mewing and running back and forth. Dar and I think that she was looking for her mommy. Breaks our hearts.
I put a call in to my neurologist this morning just to let him know that my symptoms are getting worse. I don't have another appointment scheduled with him, and I'm not sure that he'll set one up now since I'm seeing a second rheumatologist in two weeks and I'm guessing he wants to get her report first. But I just thought he should make a note of it. I also called my current rheumy to see if that antiphospholipd test is back - the one I took back on November 8. Still not in, and the nurse promised to track it down. I didn't hear back from her, so I'm not sure where that stands. I did get some other test results back from her, and I'm sure you'll all be shocked to hear that I do, indeed, still have lupus :)
Last night was my big TV night: The Amazing Race was good, The Wire was damn perfection (I'm so excited to have it back), and L&O:CI was just very, very weird. Please don't do that again, LOCI, OK?
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pic52.( January thaw this way )
Gurgle. Glug.
2 January 2008 22:05I have quite suddenly contracted some sort of stomach/intestinal virus. This having no working immune system is just one laugh after another. Hopefully it's in and out of here in short order.
Most of the day was me and my trusty Mazda zipping around the area. I drove Maddie and her friends to meet up with her dad, who was then going to drive them to Detroit where they'd catch the train to Chicago. Or something like that. We got about half way there when one of the girls realized that she'd left her passport back at the house. Nothing for it but to turn around and retrieve it. She felt very embarrassed, so I wasn't going to get pissed at her or anything, but I wish she'd double-checked before we piled into the car because that added an hour to my drive time right there.
Then it was on to Starbucks to recharge (driving can really be very fatiguing for me nowadays), the pet store for food for the babies, and then the dreaded Wal-Mart. Everything took for-freakin'-ever, too. The Starbucks is attached to a Chapters bookstore, so while I was there I was checking out the digital photography books; I'd really like to pursue this hobby in a more professional way which means really doing some homework. I found a couple good reference books, but they literally cost twice the US price. That's just insane, and I refuse to pay those prices now that the Canadian dollar and the US dollar are on par. I'll order them online from the States instead.
We got about a foot of snow out of our last storm, which ended late in the day on New Years. This morning I had my first moment of seasonal panic as my car got stuck for a bit in the driveway while I was trying to pull out. Luckily I was able to drive it out without having to push, shovel, or do an incredible amount of swearing, but really . . . I'm just not looking forward to another three months of this crap. Our neighbor plow guy showed up after dark to plow out the driveway, so hopefully it'll be easier getting in and out tomorrow. Until the next storm, of course. Heat lamps! I want a row of huge, honkin' heat lamps lining that driveway! Is that so much to ask?
I don't think I have any major running around to do tomorrow, so I'm hoping to make it out back to play with the alpacas and get to re-introduce myself to poor Jester. I feel bad for him all alone out there. I mean not that there's much that I can do about it, I know, but I wish I could let him know that it's just temporary and Dar's working on getting him in with some other horses soon. Poor guy.
Pixel is feeling a bit better, thankfully. She did two things today that she hasn't done for about a week now: scarf down some cat treats and chase Jane under the storage chest :) She's still all snuffly, and she still sleeps more than usual, but I think she's on the mend at last.
I think that Jane is definitely going to Bill's house to live. We have to get her fixed first, and I think that will be happening within the next week or two. We all love her to death, and we're going to miss her very much, but this will be the best thing for her. But only because Little Cat hates her, otherwise she'd be happiest here with all of us and her sister, Chloe. Can you tell that I'm going to have separation issues? Heh.
sparky77 will be bringing her kitty Lexy up here this weekend prior to moving in herself at the end of the month. At which point she'll be bringing her second cat, and at that point I will have formally lost track of the number of felines we have here :) We are the Crazy Cat People! You gotta love it.
Urgh. I need some Pepto Bismol, I think. Maybe some Gravol. And why do all those stomach meds end in -ol anyway?
Most of the day was me and my trusty Mazda zipping around the area. I drove Maddie and her friends to meet up with her dad, who was then going to drive them to Detroit where they'd catch the train to Chicago. Or something like that. We got about half way there when one of the girls realized that she'd left her passport back at the house. Nothing for it but to turn around and retrieve it. She felt very embarrassed, so I wasn't going to get pissed at her or anything, but I wish she'd double-checked before we piled into the car because that added an hour to my drive time right there.
Then it was on to Starbucks to recharge (driving can really be very fatiguing for me nowadays), the pet store for food for the babies, and then the dreaded Wal-Mart. Everything took for-freakin'-ever, too. The Starbucks is attached to a Chapters bookstore, so while I was there I was checking out the digital photography books; I'd really like to pursue this hobby in a more professional way which means really doing some homework. I found a couple good reference books, but they literally cost twice the US price. That's just insane, and I refuse to pay those prices now that the Canadian dollar and the US dollar are on par. I'll order them online from the States instead.
We got about a foot of snow out of our last storm, which ended late in the day on New Years. This morning I had my first moment of seasonal panic as my car got stuck for a bit in the driveway while I was trying to pull out. Luckily I was able to drive it out without having to push, shovel, or do an incredible amount of swearing, but really . . . I'm just not looking forward to another three months of this crap. Our neighbor plow guy showed up after dark to plow out the driveway, so hopefully it'll be easier getting in and out tomorrow. Until the next storm, of course. Heat lamps! I want a row of huge, honkin' heat lamps lining that driveway! Is that so much to ask?
I don't think I have any major running around to do tomorrow, so I'm hoping to make it out back to play with the alpacas and get to re-introduce myself to poor Jester. I feel bad for him all alone out there. I mean not that there's much that I can do about it, I know, but I wish I could let him know that it's just temporary and Dar's working on getting him in with some other horses soon. Poor guy.
Pixel is feeling a bit better, thankfully. She did two things today that she hasn't done for about a week now: scarf down some cat treats and chase Jane under the storage chest :) She's still all snuffly, and she still sleeps more than usual, but I think she's on the mend at last.
I think that Jane is definitely going to Bill's house to live. We have to get her fixed first, and I think that will be happening within the next week or two. We all love her to death, and we're going to miss her very much, but this will be the best thing for her. But only because Little Cat hates her, otherwise she'd be happiest here with all of us and her sister, Chloe. Can you tell that I'm going to have separation issues? Heh.
sparky77 will be bringing her kitty Lexy up here this weekend prior to moving in herself at the end of the month. At which point she'll be bringing her second cat, and at that point I will have formally lost track of the number of felines we have here :) We are the Crazy Cat People! You gotta love it.Urgh. I need some Pepto Bismol, I think. Maybe some Gravol. And why do all those stomach meds end in -ol anyway?