Thunder is still ill. I called the vet, and the nurse said that some cats react like that to the shots, and to call again if she's not feeling better by tomorrow afternoon. She accepted a few laps of milk this morning, but rejected the litter box. Poor baby girl. I don't remember this from the last time....
~~Silk
Miss Thunderfoot went to the vet this morning. She embarrassed herself terribly by piddling in the carrier. A LOT! When we tipped the carrier up to get her out, it poured out all over the table, the floor, and the vet's shoes. Three hand towels worth.
She got a whole bunch of vaccines. We got home from the vet at 11:15 am, and she immediately ran off to hide and pout. I left the house to run some errands at about 3:30 without having seen her since morning. I got home at 6:30, and was surprised when she didn't greet me at the door, especially since it was past her dinnertime. I called and looked everywhere. I even opened the pantry and cat food can very slowly and loudly. No Thunder. She should have been climbing up my leg.
I finally found her curled up in a crowded corner of the bedroom. She was very hot. A fever. The vet closed at 6.
I think this is normal after the vaccines, but ... so hot! I've been checking her every so often, and she seems a little less hot now, and a little more responsive.
I feel guilty for having left her alone for so long. I should have known to watch her.
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Well, there were no tornados yesterday. The weather guys were so excited about a tornado I was afraid they'd wet their pants. They had been showing fancy maps showing the wind directions - "See, it's moving this way here, and the opposite direction here, and it's forming a circle, flowing around the circle, and that's ideal conditions for the formation of a tornado, and it's moving this direction (drawing lines on map), so people in the area of route x should go to their basements..." Over and over. They got to where a tornado wasn't a possibility any more, but a certainty, like they'd actually SEEN the durn thing. I believe I heard the words "has touched down in the area of..." at one point.
I was looking at the map and thinking, uh, yeah, when ya got yer high, and ya got yer low, the wind moves from the high to the low in a backward s-shape, which circles the low and rises, and that's the classic thunderstorm machine. That circle they're looking at was more than 10 miles wide. And there was only one circle, moving slowly and smoothly to the northeast. That ain't a tornado machine. I thought tornado machines were perturbations in the big circle(s). Well, they must see something I don't, and they just aren't telling me about it. Simplify for the audience, and all that.
Yeah. I'm gullible. Present yourself as an expert and I'll believe you, even though my head says different. Until I think about it alone. Now I wonder what was going on in their heads.
The last time they were all hopping around yelling tornado was when the stone wall of a church blew in. I guess they figured it had to be a tornado because it was a stone wall. But, uh, if it were a tornado, wouldn't the wall have blown OUT? Not in? Lower pressure in the tornado, higher in the church, etc.? Some disaster relief guys came from Washington, and said no, no tornado. Just strong straight-line winds and a weak wall. They looked confused as to why they had been called in.
I guess the local guys are starving for excitement. They see a bear behind every tree. I have to wonder where they got their training. A friend recently said that they are the only folks who can be consistently (wildly!) wrong, and still get paid.
Oh - no nickel-sized hail, either. One small area got some peas. Bad wind, though, trees and wires down all over up there.
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I accidentally neutered my mouse last night. The cursor wouldn't move left, so I figured there might be some lint in there, so I popped the ball out and put it on the desk while I cleaned the socket. I saw the ball roll and heard it hit the floor, and then it dropped into a black hole or something. I finally located an old mouse on a shelf, and performed a transplant. Thank goodness it was a genetic match. Brothers, but not twins.
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There's a commercial I hate. It says "Enjoy being a woman" then urges me to use a product which gets rid of those nasty things that make me a woman. How can an ad that wants me to despise my natural body have the gall to ... ech!
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I keep finding more lightbulbs to count. Add 8 flashlight bulbs. Grand total = 103.
Bedtime.
~~ Silk
You scored as Winter. Winter 85%
Fall 70%
Summer 65%
Spring 45%
Well, no storm here, yet. Three of the four local tv stations have interrupted their regular programming to feature their weathermen hopping up and down excitedly and drawing lines on maps for the past two hours. They are tracking a tornado (nope - no live pictures) and a very nasty storm up around Saratoga Springs. Seems like all the fuss is pretty far north of here, and heading northeast, so I think we may be ok here.
The fourth tv station has not interrupted programming, they're just running a bottom band. I think that's funny. They are the station with most of the afternoon soaps. They were probably afraid to upset the Days of Our Lives fans. That could be serious! Worse than the Heidi debacle.
Jay was rather proud that in choosing this house, he ensured that he'd never have to cope with flooding, the most common disaster in this area. However, we are very vulnerable to wind, like the year we lost more than 20 trees in one evening. (I still miss the clump in the front yard....)
If there's a tornado, I have a perfect "tornado hole" in the basement - the well room. It's all enclosed in cinderblock, and it's under the front porch, so the ceiling is the concrete floor of the porch. The hard part would be catching the cat.
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I found this from Margaret Cho, in her weblog at http://www.margaretcho.net/blog/blog.htm, as she describes her aunt, and how her aunt destroyed with one look a man who dared to show her a lack of respect. Her look said:
"I am more than a goddess. I am more than a queen. I am a woman. I am the portal through which all beings enter. The earth and the sky are in my command. All life belongs to me. It is not enough for you to give me your respect. When you are in my presence, you stand in the church of me. Never forget this, or you will be forever lost."
Oh, I love that! All women should memorize it! It is! Feel it! Live it! Look it!
~~Silk
I have signed up for online weather alerts, and got a email earlier this morning warning of a severe thunderstorm heading this way. They just sent another - for tornados!
It's 88 degrees on the thermometer on the front door window, and that's in the shade. Clear skies. Bright sun. Very strange.
Yesterday it got to 87 in the house, so I gave up and switched to the air conditioning. The string I had tied on the valve I need to open had disappeared (stolen by a nesting mouse?), so I had to trace all the heat pump pipes again. I changed all the switches upstairs, swapped the baffles (if I ever sell this house I'll have to write a book on the heat-A/C system for the new owners), opened the water input and exit, and went back upstairs and waited. Nothing happened. Went back downstairs and traced the pipes again. Finally remembered I also had to switch the circuit breaker. Maybe I should write that book for myself!
It's funny how the heat builds in this house. It rises gradually all day, then AFTER the sun goes down, it rises much higher much faster. So at sundown yesterday, it was about 80 in the house, which doesn't bother me. But by 10 pm it was 87. I had windows open, but it wasn't helping. That's when I turned the A/C on.
I think it's from heat buildup in the attic. Jay and I had bought a heat-triggered exhaust fan which Jay was going to install, but it required that a hole be cut in the gable, and Jay never got to it. So it's still sitting up there on the floor. I'm sure it would make a big difference. I'll have to find someone to put it in.
TV just started a crawl across the bottom of the screen. Nickel-sized hail headed this way. I think I'll unplug the PC now ....
~~Silk
Another topic going around AOL Journals - bad hairdos.
In my great age-acquired wisdom (snort), I have decided that any hair style that requires
• more than 10 minutes fussing per day,
• the services of a salon for anything more than cutting,
• any products other than those necessary to launder it or tie it up,
no matter how good it may look, is a bad hair style. Period.
Green-eyed red-headed Irish-descent lasses, and southern European women, who have heads of froth should go with it. It fits! Cool Nordic, Asian, and native American types with straight hair that swings and flips with every move should flaunt it. I feel especially bad for all those women of African descent who feel they have to torture their hair, themselves, and their budgets to have an acceptable look. In my opinion, the best look on a Black woman is a well-shaped natural afro, if that’s the way her hair wants to go, tight or loose, short or long, shaped or pulled back in a pouf. Natural untortured African hair is amazingly soft. That quality should be played up.
The genes that determine your facial features and your hair characteristics are closely related. They are designed by Nature to go together. Why can’t we be happy with it? Why do so many want exactly the opposite?
All anyone really needs is a good simple cut that takes into consideration the hair's temper (not that easy to get these days), and an occasional washing.
Disclaimer: This message comes to you from a woman with a wild badly-cut fuzzy mop. I guarantee that fussing with my hair takes up very little of my day. When my hair looks especially ... um ... enthusiastic (Oooo! Look how full and fluffy I am! Sproing! Bzzzz-zap!), I just try to humor it and smile more that day. Full fuzzy fluffy hair goes with my full fuzzy fluffy face. We get along just fine.
~~ Silk
Norton says everything is fine. Sometimes I wonder about my mind.
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I wore my
t-shirt to the mini-Renn Faire today. A lot of people liked it. "Wow! You got one? Neat!"
One woman asked what it meant. I said "It means I like to drum with anyone, any time, anywhere." She seemed to think "drum" was an S&M term. I had to show her the back,
where it illustrates the hand positions, and drum on my knee - doum doum tek ka tek doum tek ka tek tek ka doum doum tek ka tek ... - until she got it.
Later, I went to the bookstore in the village, to a cafe for dinner, then to the grocery store. I got a lot of double-takes (a guy coming out of the bookstore as I was going in almost fell down the steps) and stares, but no comments or questions. I guess one has to choose carefully where one wears it.
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TV Guide is constantly rhapsodizing about how many women are swooning over this guy or that guy on Lost - the same three men over and over (ok TV Guide. We got it. Give it a rest.) Well, in an earlier entry I said my taste in men is unusual. I think the sexiest guy on that show is NOT the three they keep pushing on us. I like the Korean guy. Both the character (strong but vulnerable) and the actor (handsome).
~~ Silk
