Monday, July 21, 2014
I'm taking a few days off from work to get my equilibrium back. Taking a few days to unwind. Taking some time away from the internet. Taking a few days to catch up on some sleeeeeeep. I was about to lose it with the kitten load, especially since one of them came down with ringworm over the weekend, so the rescue shuffled stuff around and now I've gone from ten cats in the foster room to four. I knew that if I didn't get a break now, I was going to burn out of the whole thing, and I didn't want to do that. (Don't worry; the extra cats went to the home of the rescue founder, where they are fine.)
I spent the afternoon in the backyard sitting in the kiddie pool with a beer in my hand, and I see no reason to do anything differently for the next few days. Might go buy a National Enquirer for my trash reading pleasure; might not.
See you in a few days!
Friday, July 18, 2014
Tomorrow we are doing an adoption event at a produce stand out in the middle of nowhere. You know that joke about a b-list celebrity who'll show up at an opening of a 7-11? Yeah, that's us. Next thing you know, we'll be sending little kids to stand outside of Walmart with boxes of kittens. Desperate times, folks. Desperate measures are indicated. These kittens aren't getting any younger, you know.
So, we had an adoption event last Saturday, and one of the assistant managers of the store where the event was held has a crush on one of our volunteers, which we all thought was kind of cute until the months went by and it became evident that even though the assistant manager was aware that the volunteer in question was (a) married and (b) now visibly pregnant, he was going to continue flirting with her. So now it's just skeevy, and the volunteer is not amused, and I don't blame her. But hey, she's a grown woman, both of these people are in their thirties, and it's up to her to say something, am I right? I mean, if she comes to me and asks me to speak with the dude, I certainly will, but I'm staying out of it until then. She's a strikingly attractive woman, so I'm thinking she probably gets this crap all the time and has gotten used to it.
So, then, last Saturday, things were kind of slow, and one of our other volunteers decided to go outside for a smoke break. The assistant manager, let's call him Tom, saw her grab her pack of smokes and said, "That'll ruin your looks, you know."
"What?!," the volunteer said.
"Smoking," Tom said. "It'll ruin your looks, and then you'll never get a husband."
whut whut whut
The volunteer said, "You know what? It's my looks, and I've already GOT a husband, so bug off."
and she went outside to have her smoke.
I dunno. (Full disclaimer, I used to smoke myself, and did so for thirty years.) I mean, if one of our volunteers was overweight and had been eating Cheetos, would this dude have felt free to comment on it? ("You'll never get a husband if you don't lose some weight!") Is it ever appropriate to comment on someone else's behavior, unless they're, like, a loved one? Or about to commit a crime or something?
So I used to like this dude, and he even adopted a cat from us and may be adopting another one, but really? And what's funny is, this guy is young-ish and good looking and fairly articulate, and I used to wonder why he wasn't in a relationship with someone.
I guess now I know. Geez Louise.
Thursday, July 17, 2014
My garden has been horribly neglected this year. Luckily, over the years I've kept adding perennials, so by now I don't have to buy any annuals as "filler", and things are carrying on just fine without me. Well, I DO need to do some massive weeding, which hopefully will happen soon.
Summertime. The best time of the year.
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
I just managed to get our rescue into another local store for adoption events, and now I feel like a total bad*ss. Kind of makes up for that whole "yelling at a little kid" thing. Sorta.
But! While I was on my lunch break I was perusing the internet, as one does, and I checked out GOMI, one of my favorite sites (see again: am horrible person), and came across this gem of a trainwreck:
Forum Hall of Fame: Beverly and the Haunting of GOMI Manor
Dudes, it's priceless. Make sure you check out the actual forum itself as well. I'm only, like, sixty pages in, and it just keeps getting better and better.
Oh! And while I was scanning through the forum posts, I came across a link to this, which creeped me right the f*ck out:
My dead girlfriend keeps messaging me on facebook
Warning: You may never sleep again after checking out that link. I'm not even kidding.
Happy reading, and you're welcome.
yeah, I'm winning all kinds of humanitarian awards over here this week.
Last night, I got home from work, and I had tons of crap to get done before I could even think about relaxing. So I changed into my civvies, fed the cats, and got some pasta boiling for pasta salad. I figured I could vacuum the foster room while the pasta boiled, then make the salad, then move the kiddie pool before it killed all the grass underneath it, and yada yada yada.
So I'm vacuuming the foster room, turning off the vacuum every few minutes to listen for the buzzer on the pasta. And then I turn off the vacuum and I hear someone pounding - POUNDING - on the front door.
"Rocky! ROCKY! HEY! Where ARE you? ROCKKKKKKYYYYYY!" pound pound pound pound.
What. the. f*ck.
I go out into the living room to see the neighbor girl at the door, the one who used to come over and play with the kittens all the time until I told her that if she was going to come over every day, she was going to have to start helping scoop litterboxes, and then I didn't see her anymore.
Well. There she was, pounding and yelling and peering through the screen door. "Open up! OPEN UP!"
"YOU KNOW WHAT?!," I yelled. "THAT'S REALLY RUDE! What is your PROBlem? I can't always answer the door INSTANTLY!"
"uh ... uh ... uh," she muttered. "I ... I thought you were hurt! And that's why you weren't coming to the door!"
but, I mean, really?
"Look," I said. "I'm sorry I yelled. I was vacuuming - didn't you hear the vacuum cleaner? THAT's why I didn't come to the door. I can't always come to the door right away, especially if I don't hear you. Now, I'm really busy, and you're going to have to wait a minute until I finish vacuuming to visit with the kittens."
"Oh ... okay," she said, and sat down on the front steps. She came in after I finished vacuuming, and I apologized again for yelling, but she only stayed a few minutes and then left, and frankly I was glad, because see again NINE MILLION THINGS TO DO, but then I felt bad for feeling glad, and then I was all, like, "well, she's going into seventh grade, so it's not like I yelled at a damn TODDLER or something," so, yeah, Justification City, but still, DON'T POUND ON MY DAMN DOOR.
I need a break. Calgon, take me away, would ya?
Monday, July 14, 2014
Sorry for the dearth of posting around here - I'm so damn busy it ain't funny. Family drama, which I thought would die along with my mother, has managed to rear its ugly head again, so much so that I scared the cats the other night with my loud swearing as I listened to (yet another) message on my answering machine about the newly-sprung idea of MANDATORY contributions to my mother's headstone. Coming from the people who couldn't be bothered to be here for her actual, you know, death. Sweet Christ on a Cracker let her go already, people. AND LEAVE ME OUT OF IT. F*ck.
Cat count? Let's see. There's my three, the two feral fosters, Mama Puff, four from Litter A and five from Litter B, for a total count of ... I'll think about it tomorrow. Unfortunately, Kitten Season comes square up against Camping/Cookouts/Family Vacation Season, which means slow adoptions. I'm drowning in cats over here.
We did have an adoption event Saturday. Can you believe that both of these gorgeous cats are STILL available?:
And there was a sighting of the rare and elusive Parrot Cat:
Someday, SOMEDAY, I'll have time to hike and relax and drink beer by the kiddie pool. SOMEDAY.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
As usual, skip it if you wanna.
1. The Book Thief by Markus Zusak - Novel about a young girl in Germany in the 1940s, I found it stilted and disjointed. I didn't finish it.
2. Couldn't Keep it to Myself by Wally Lamb - Life stories written by women prison inmates. Interesting, but they were all kind of the same: "I got involved with a bad man, and now I'm in prison." Eh.
3. Bootstrapper by Mardi Jo Link - Memoir about a single mom raising three sons. The subtitle of the book - "From Broke to Badass on a Northern Michigan Farm" made me think they were back-to-the-landers, but other than a few chickens, no. Still, a fairly interesting read.
4. A Street Cat Named Bob by James Bowen - I tend to stay away from cat biographies, because, well, we all know how they end, but this one, about a recovering addict street busker in London and his stray cat, was a charming, quick read. Recommended as a gift for the cat nut in your life.
5. Hunter's Horn by Harriette Arnow - Novel about a backwater Apalachian family in the runup to WWII. Very, very good. I loved her book "The Dollmaker", so I'm not surprised I loved this one as well. Hated for it to end.
6. A Way of Life, Like Any Other by Darcy O'Brien - I thought this was a memoir about growing up in old Hollywood, but instead it was a novel. Meh.
7. The Bartender's Tale by Ivan Doig - Novel about a little boy and his father, who runs a western saloon, in 1960. Good.
8. Sisters - Coming of Age and Living Dangerously in the Wild Copper River Valley by Samme Gallaher and Aileen Gallaher - Memoir of two sisters in Alaska in the 1920s. Very interesting.
9. Gone Girl by Gillian Flynn. I don't know why I pick up murder mysteries; I don't like them. This one got rave reviews, but I found it contrived and only got about fifty pages in before I gave up.
10. Coming Clean by Kimberly Rae Miller - Memoir of a woman who grew up in a hoarding household. Interesting.
11. A Land More Kind Than Home by Wiley Cash - Novel, told through different viewpoints, of a boyhood tragedy. Good.
12. Mary Coin by Marisa Silver - Novel about a Depression-era mother, told from three different viewpoints. I read the parts that were set in the Depression, and skipped the other eras (60s and modern-day), and it was good.
Okay, guys, I'm looking for some good books to read. Whaddaya got?
Tuesday, July 08, 2014
An on-air personality for the local public radio station took it upon herself to start commenting on our rescue group's Facebook page yesterday, telling us, basically, that we were doin it rong. At the time, we were trying to raise funds to take a kitten with an unusual medical condition to the vet. What, according to her, were we doing wrong? Well, we were dicking around trying to raise money instead of just rushing the cat to the vet, already. GEEEEEZ, what a bunch of ignorant hillbillies. (The kitten's situation is not life-threatening. Just so you know.)
She was very condescending and abrupt. Just ... assy. And while some people tried to respectfully inform her that she was commenting on a situation she knew nothing about, and maybe she ought to get some more information before she started offering unsolicited advice, well, one person did call her an a**hole, which I may or may not have silently applauded. From then on, it was time to grab the popcorn and watch the show.
Pro Tip #1: Do not offer unsolicited advice on a situation of which you have no knowledge.
Pro Tip #2: When gently advised that you do not have all of the facts of the situation, do not double down and inform the other party that you have much more experience in this type of situation, i.e., you've just spent the last five minutes googling it.
Pro Tip #3: Do not inform the other party that you *were* going to help them, but since they weren't respectful enough of your vast knowledge, well, forget about THAT. (The "help"? A twenty-five dollar donation.)
Pro Tip #4: When a major part of your paid position is fundraising for a non-profit, and you are very much in the public eye, be careful about dissing other non-profit organizations who are staffed completely by volunteers and are involved in animal rescue instead of, say, raising money so that Ira Glass can get a raise.. That can backfire in a hurry.
Ah, Facebook. Always entertaining.