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Thursday, March 24, 2016

March Comes in Like a Liar

Spring is always questionable in New England. It's usually Winter (parte deux), followed by Mud Season, slowly warming along the way. There's something joyous about that time, standing in mud or slush with sun on your face, maybe in just a flannel shirt over a tee. This year, there was Early Summer in Winter. I've worn sandals or clogs all Winter, never touching a sock. And March has been a clammy liar with stringy hair so far. It's way too warm for my liking, though at this point I'm fairly sure I'll be bitching about no Winter and despised warmth until the next time the day's high is 23'F,

Beest had her physical, and the mandatory shots and then 2 weeks later, a scary episode. She was acting strange, which is much stranger than a regular cat's strangeness. Repeatedly jumping in and out of the recycling bin. Not eating all her food. She was constipated. I gave her pumpkin and she was better. Then last Thursday morning there were little splats of watery blood everywhere. Everywhere. She wasn't yowing but she had a crazy look in her eyes. To the vet she went. An anal gland had gotten infected and burst. She had a fever. She must've been in significant pain. My poor cat! The vet gave her a 2-week releasing antibiotic and a pain reliever. I didn't know anal glands were a thing with cats, I thought that was a "some dog breeds" issue. It's a week later and she's her old self. I'm now wigged out whenever there's a spot on the floor, which happens a lot because she's a slob and shakes her head with a mouthful of food.

Gal Friday's daughter had an interview at the Hershey School, so she's been gone. It's both relaxing and stressful to have nobody around all week. However, my neighbor has caretakers 24 hours a day now. People are in and out at every hour.They all have to yell because she's deaf.  I don't know what's going on with her, it's not like we were ever buds. She's close to 90 and hasn't been the same since breaking her hip last year. Her family's been around a lot, never a good sign.

Billy's dumped the Indian twice in the last week, first running into the curb at his neighbor's driveway, then getting back on it too soon. His sugar's thru the roof. I'd like to smack him in the chops.

The Primaries are something out of a dystopian story. I can't even- that way there be monsters.

My Bernie lawn sign came today! Yay!

We're having steak and sea scallops for Easter Sunday! Yay!

I quit smoking. This time it's for good- I'm just really sick of quitting. It's inevitable that I quit for good at some point, so why keep picking it up just to go through quitting again? No. I'm done. Even though I miss it and want one right now, it's not worth quitting again.

Fecebook has been fun, and horrifying, but once the Primaries are done I'm putting it on a shelf. The Beest book needs to become my full time job. Right now it seems important to be on there broadcasting info among groups, but I'm not going to be a Fecebook activist forever.

And life goes on, within us and without us.
Happy Spring, my fellow babies.
x

4 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

I always love seeing you pop up in my reader.
Poor Beest.
The seasons are flirting here too. Autumn sticks her head in the door (mostly at night) and then summer elbows her out the way again. I am so over the sweaty season. Soon (I hope) Autumn will come all the way in and slam the door in her face.
I have been watching your political shennagins with fascination, horror and fear.
Your Easter Sunday treat sounds a BIG improvement on the diet of yore. Enjoy.

Geo. said...

Repeatedly jumping in and out of the recycling bin? I think I need to see your cat's vet. I got tinnitus in June and have been seeing a therapist to deal with it. Also bought hearing aids. No burst anal gland but whooboy am I ever aging all of a sudden. Your good example gives me some confidence and I've greatly decreased tobacco use. Still have the jumps but there's joy out there too. Let's go find it! Deal?

Starting Over, Accepting Changes - Maybe said...

Good that you took Beest to vet and hopefully he will be completely better soon.

Speaking of burst anal gland, US politics has never hurt more. You think it couldn't get crappier, but then it does.

Your Easter dinner sound wonderful. Enjoy!

MoonRaven said...

Happy Easter & Happy Spring.

I'm glad the Beest is better. And congrats on stopping smoking! It's nice that you're doing some good things for yourself.