Okay, so, my mom's in the hospital.
She's eighty-nine, and she was diagnosed with dementia/Alzheimer's shortly after my dad died in 1999, and now she's sick. She has pneumonia (yes she DID get a pneumonia shot this fall, fat lot of good it did her), and a blood clot in her leg.
And various family members are sh*tting bricks, and dusting off the ol' Health Care Proxies, and trying to figure out when to alert the plane-flight contingent, and I'm all,
whoa whoa whoa
Because my mom is going to take the long way home. She ain't in no hurry, here.
This is her first hospitalization since her dementia diagnosis, and it won't be her last. I used to joke, back in the day, about how she was going to outlive all of us, and then she outlived my sister-in-law, and she came damn close to outliving me this past summer, and all of a sudden that joke? well, I stopped making that one.
My mom? She's gonna take the scenic route, bless her.
Tuesday, December 03, 2013
First of all, are any of you going to watch the live! Sound of Music special? I am going to watch the SH*T out of that. I loved that movie as a kid, and I cannot wait to see the new staged version. Singing! Dancing! That pretty blond country singer! Let me at it!
Now. I was clearing out a dresser in the foster room the other night when I came upon a book stash. Books that I had forgotten I even had - how does that happen? They were actually duplicates of some of my all-time favorites. Am I the only one who does that? Buys copies of favorite books to give away to friends? I guess maybe it's a book nerd thing, wanting to give away favorites. An, "I loved this book, so you will, too" kind of thing. But, you know, you never give away the ONLY COPY you have of a favorite, because that would be crazy. You have to save one copy, for when you need to read it again.
Here's the books I uncovered:
The Story of Edgar Sawtelle by David Wroblewski (two duplicates)
Growing up by Russell Baker
All Over But the Shoutin' by Rick Bragg
Boy's Life by Robert McCammon
Different Seasons by Stephen King
Fanny and Sue by Karen Stoltz
When Angels Rest by Donald Harington (I have three! duplicates of this one)
You know what's funny? Looking at that list, it's almost all male authors. And I would say that probably ninety-five percent of the books I read are written by women. Hmmmm.
And the crazy thing is, I keep buying new (used) books - just picked up eleven more at a Better World Books sale yesterday - and taking books out of the library - and I will never, ever have time to go back and read my favorites over again if I keep getting more books, dammit. I'm like that dude in the ruined library in the Twilight Zone episode, except minus all the time in the world and the busted glasses.
How about you? Any favorites, the books that you'd read over and over again? Do you save them? Or am I the only crazy crackpot who stockpiles great books?
p.s. Not too late to get a Christmas card! Email me!
Sunday, December 01, 2013
... Oktoberfest is here again!
Whoops, wrong holiday.
First off, I hope everyone had a happy Thanksgiving. Go ahead and eat that last leftover piece of pie - you deserve it for not strangling any of your relatives over the Thanksgiving table.
Now! It's time for Christmas cards! I've got all my crap, er, arty stuff strewed all over the living room floor. Tinks the Destroyer just strolled into the house, and I predict imminent card disaster, so quick! Here's your chance!
If you want a Christmas card, let me know! Just email me your name and address, using an alias if the Feds are on your tail, and I'll send you a card! If you got a card last year, relax, you'll get another one this year. If you got a card last year and would prefer NOT to get one this year *cough*, just let me know. But if you've never gotten a faaaaaaabulous Rockycat Christmas card, and you'd like one this year, give me a shout at rockycat24 AT yahoo DOT com. You'll get a card.
Oh, and Kate? I never did get a new mailing address from you last year, so let me know if you want a card. I mean, I know you're busy with the new hubs and all (yay!), but I need your new address.
Oh! And one more thing! I grabbed a roll of paper towels off the counter this morning (Bindi, must you puke, dear soul?), and there was a gigantic SPIDER on top of the roll. That's it. I am never using paper towels again.
But I AM doing Christmas cards, so let me know if you want a card!
Thursday, November 28, 2013
I was gonna do a post all about the things I am thankful for, but meh. Everybody's doing that. So here. Have some adorable kittens:
These are all former fosters of mine. All of these guys were at one time homeless, looking for a place to call their own.
If you ever take a look around and think maybe your life is kind of blah, maybe a little ... empty ...
Or if you feel really blessed, and think maybe it's time you gave a little back ...Become a foster parent.
Your life will be fuller than you can even believe.
Happy Thanksgiving, everybody!
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
So, I was at the dentist the other day for my six-month cleaning and some x-rays, and Look Ma! No cavities!
While I was there I asked her to write me another prescription for Flexeril for my jaw pain. I have TMJD, and while it is much, much better than it was ten years ago, it still flares up occasionally, and I've found that if I take a Flexeril before bed when my jaw first starts to act up, I can usually nip the episode in the bud.
What is Flexeril? It's a muscle relaxer, often used by sufferers of back pain. It helps my jaw unclench before things get all wound up and I'm in awful pain. So every six months, my dentist writes me a prescription for a whopping ten Flexeril pills, which get me through to the next appointment, usually with a couple of pills to spare.
And as I found out the other day at the dentist's, Flexeril is now on the list of prescribed medications that get very careful scrutiny from the Feds. My dentist now has to fill out extra paperwork and send it along to the pharmacy with my prescription, evidently so that my medical records can be flagged in case I ever decide to GO WILD with the Flexeril or doctor-shop or whatever else it is that addicts do.
And you know what? I don't like being made to feel like an addict or a criminal just because I'm in pain and am seeking relief. I'm not doing anything wrong, or anything illegal, and yet my records are getting flagged because I'm taking a ... muscle relaxer.
I dunno. It just doesn't seem right, somehow.
If I'm gonna get flagged on a watch list, it should at least be for some GOOD drugs, dammit.
Sunday, November 24, 2013
I was at Jo-Ann Fabrics the other night, picking up materials for the catnip toys I make for the rescue. And as usual, when I got to the cutting table to have the fabric measured, the nice lady with the scissors asked me, "So! What are you making?"
And I gave my standard answer of, "Well, I volunteer for an animal rescue, and I make catnip toys to sell at adoption events ... " and as usual, I started to redden up and kind of rub at my face as I realized how lame I sounded, like, this is what my life has become, an old lady making freaking catnip toys, and I vowed then and there that the next time I go to the fabric store and the nice lady chirps, "So! What are you making?", I'll have a more ... interesting answer.
Something along the lines of, "bondage blindfolds". Or, "a blanket for my time-travel machine. It gets cold at night."
Whaddaya think, guys? Let's toss some ideas around.