Insulting my injuries

My parents were forged in the crucible of the Great Depression and tempered by a quenching in World War II. It gave them the strength of steel, and it made them unable to yield. My father was a sheathed sword. He did his most important work by simply being there, a presence to be reckoned…

Would you like my mask? Would you like my mirror?Cries the man in the shadowing hood. While I was driving to the Polish Festival on Sunday, a rather nice looking (albeit young) dude in a drop-top red and sporty something-or-other passed me rather slowly. He had his CD jacked up, playing Loreena McKennitt’s “Marrakesh Night…

I glumly related to The Socialist this evening that I realized that the concert date was on a night he was scheduled to teach. He paused and thought a moment and then said, “No it’s not. We have Spring Break that week.” HOORAY!

*sigh* I keep forgetting that this site works on Greenwich Time. I forget that when I make evening entries tomorrow’s date comes up. The entry before this should have been dated for the seventh, but it appears I messed up yet again. You’d think after two years I’d get the hang of this, but apprently…

To continue Friday’s analogy: The branch has fallen. The birds thus dislodged from the tree have flown off in search of other perches. My branch remains secure, with a better view of the sky. The better view of the sky means that the hawks circling above get a better look at me. In a continuing…

I have some preliminary information back from the vet on the kitten. She was thirsty and ravenous, and has been tearing through all the food she’s been offered. I had requested they do an FIV/FeLV test on her, and she’s turned out to be negative for both diseases. A preliminary coag panel was also done…