Handcuffed
I have just discovered that the spica will not permit me to play Mahjongg Dimensions.
I have just discovered that the spica will not permit me to play Mahjongg Dimensions.
Candle asks if I believed in what the religion quiz handed back to me. My initial answer? “Hell, no.” If it assigned me any religion at all, it had to be wrong. I am not a believer in any God, gods or goddesses, mystical powers, or energy crystals. I just don’t have it in me….
Remember last year when I complained about the huge cherry tree behind my apartment? This, by the way, is the same cherry tree I also exclaimed over when it was covered with flowers in the spring. Well this year is worse than last. Every single one of those flowers has once again become a cherry…
It’s hard to believe that I’ve been fostering cats for our shelter for nearly a year now. Jumbo, Sisco and Kira, Simon and Garfunkle, Purrly Girl and Onyx (I did not name those two), Bandit and Murphy, Max and Millie, and poor Augie, who we took in as a hospice kitty. A dozen cats in…
No nibbles on my job applications yet. I hope I haven’t been deluding myself; I was convinced that this course was a quick way to get back into the workplace. It’s only been ten days since I passed the certification though, so I refuse to angst just yet. I’ll save that for next week. I…
What Pattern Are You? The title of this should have been “When friends are hurting”. Except I really don’t know what to say to either of them right now. I want happy endings. I want good things to happen to good people. I want everybody to play nice. I want to go out and buy…
Ah, what’s wrong with my legs? I’m on a medication that keeps my blood from clotting as quickly as normal people’s blood does. Four years ago, as a fourth year veterinary student, I was kicked by a thoroughbred in my front right thigh. Because I bleed easily, the kick caused a lot of damage, and…
OMG. I’d forgotten about the yellowing of the undercoat! Two of the cats I’d previously mentioned were chinchilla persian and had that problem. It’s freaky to look at, actually. You sort of expect them to glow in the dark.
Planning on going to Champaign this weekend so I’ll see if I can find you some toe socks for your hand. Evidently they’re all the rage again. Dunno. Too old and too frumpy to really care unless it’s for a good cause 😉
And there I was thinking you meant lavender! I hope the splint helps. I sometimes wear one, as I have a chronic issue in one wrist, and it does ease the problem. I like the idea of funky socks!
Good news on the ringworm! Progress at last, albeit at the cost of smells.
I hadn’t thought of this medication angle. I may discuss it with our Sheltie Rescue director.
We will give her a week and evaluate her then. It will be nice to have something to fall back on if it is needed.
Thanks for the idea.
Sorry about your hand… pesky bodies, little drama queens sometimes aren’t they?
Having had experience with craft booths over the years, I can tell you they almost never make more of a profit than to pay for the booth, gas to get there, beverages and food for the day. They are not profit-making endeavors for the average craftsman or craftswoman. If you’ve ever noticed, the large booths at crafts fairs are usually on the outside corners of the floor plan and are usually either purchased things that are quickly embellished while you wait or edibles. It is where you will find the photo mugs, mouse pads, airbrushed t-shirts, "homemade" candy, kettle corn and the sort of glass blowers that make those sailboat replicas with all the string work where they charge a small fortune for anything really good. These are the only places that actually turn a profit.