April 17th, 2011 | 
Author: Yes, I updated. It has been nearly a year since I have actually written and now I know why. I hate my year old computer. There is too much distance from my wrist to my keyboard; it is laid out oddly (with number pad) so I keep hitting the wrong keys, worse yet it does not have raised letters. Yes, it is the oh so sleek design… as if my spelling wasn’t already atrocious my feeble attempts take five times as long to produce. So tomorrow, I am going play The Doctor (note last post and do watch the episode of Blink) and do a little time travel with my old computer, for writing purposes. Yeah, not so fond of the nest laptop in the house, and I did, after all give it a full years test run.
Expect me much more often the switch is Sunday afternoon, CST.
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This morning I awoke to my son handing me a note that was taped to my door. I am pretty sure I know who wrote it but when I went next door to the crazy old ex principal to ask her about it she didn’t answer her door. The note really upset me because Loki is a beloved member of my family and provider of much protein *grin *.
Dear Owner of Loki:
Loki has attempted to enter several people’s houses here in the complex looking for food and shelter from the cold.
Would it be possible for you to bring him in at night so that this won’t continue? There are folks here that really care about his welfare and regret seeing him nearly abandoned.
Thanks!
To say I was angry is an understatement. What abandoned cat weighs 25 pound? Loki is the favored of all of my animals. He runs and greets me jumping on my car when I pull up and crawling through my window. He is in and out all day long. Fuming… I calmed myself down to write a note in response to the one lefts on my door. I put it, well … on my door.
Dear Concerned Neighbors,
Loki has been in resident for 6 years. He is a very friendly cat who at one time or another has been welcomed in almost every town home here. You are lucky if you only have him visit via door; he used to use the chimneys as a mode of entry into neighbors homes. This habit has since been broken thanks to gratings. Loki is well taken care of and loved by his family.
He comes in every night, but when he chooses to go out, he goes one way or another. My lack of weather stripping, torn screens, and carpeting around door jams will attest to this.
I would love to say I own Loki, but do we really own another living being? Loki is a member of our family, but no one truly owns a cat like him. I do pay for all of his vet bills, feed him, and share my pillow with him, but he is his own man. When Loki wants something, including visiting other’s home, he does it no matter what any other member says. It is difficult to reason with a cat, they have a tendency to just blow you off and do what they want.
Obviously, you know that Loki resides here; by the note, you put on our door. Next time you have, concerns please feel free to ring the doorbell; I will answer any questions concerning my family. I will probably even invite you in and ask you if you would like anything to eat or drink, just like I did with Loki 6 years ago, but do not expect to share my pillow Loki doesn’t share well.
Thank you for your love and concern,
Loki’s family
The queen mother was in the hospital with pneumonia. It all started when she thought that she should go visit her cousin before he kicks the bucket, so she went to some god forsaken peninsula in Washington State where some of my relatives live, that can only be accessed by ferry and then decided she couldn’t breath. My god… she is eighty three and should not even be let off her leash half of the time, much less going somewhere that it takes 911 forty five minutes by ferry to get to her.
So I get a call from my father telling me that the queen mother is in the hospital and they cannot get home because the airlines will not let her fly with oxygen. Okay, I ask what I can do like any good daughter, but I am told nothing. Then my mother gets on the phone to explain to me exactly what my father has just told me. My father’s concern was getting my mother home, and making sure that my November bills were covered. In the meantime, he can barely speak because he is sick also, but no one is taking care of him. I was stuck in Texas unable to do anything for my parents knowing that they are both sick and stuck in Washington State.
That was three days ago…
Today I call my father and my mother, they made it home, and much to his delight the queen mother is temporarily unable to speak. He is finally taking her and himself to the doctor so he can be put on antibiotics.
When he asked me how I was doing, I told him I was fine a little stiff because of the cold weather…He told me I should turn on my heater; yes, it is that cold here. I told him I am sitting in my bed on the heated mattress pad they bought me last Christmas, and assured him that there will be a fire in the fireplace soon. Hell with the hike in our electric bill there will be more clothes and fires than heater this year.
Now when all of this started my mother actually thought this would be a pleasant time to visit Washington State. I had told her a pleasant time would have been in July or August not the end of October when it would already be wet and cold. However, she assured me it was a lovely time of year on the peninsula, I reminded her that yes there was little chance they would be snowed in, but it was still going to be very cold and rainy. Perhaps next time she will heed my warning. Naw… she never listens.
Well off to make some chili and movies to take to the parents this weekend.
I own a town home in a little college town. Rich people who had more than one child going to college bought some of the town homes. Since the market is very good in a college town, especially this close to the university instead of selling when their kids graduate they rent these places out. The home next to me is rented to three college boys. One of them is a sweet gay guy who listens to techno every morning with his window open. His window is 30 feet from my bedroom. Argh! I should not complain really, he only plays his music for about two hours in the morning with the window open; unlike his roommate who turned on some rap crap with heavy bass in the evenings when he is alone. Every so often, I ask the straight guy to turn the bass down, only because my house is vibrating. I thought for sure that this morning I would have some respite from the music, after all it is 37 degrees outside and who but me would have a window open.
In other news…
I am still on the treadmill to get disability from all of the various places that I am eligible for disability. It is the slowest process in the world… the VA has only picked up two out of the five specialists I need and they are not even the important ones. I really need a good PCP and a pulmonologist. In the meantime, I have to pay co-pays for my civilian doctors and of course, the ones the VA has not picked up are the one that give me the expensive meds to stay alive. I had forgotten how slowly government entities work.
In still other news…
My boss at work is trying to find a way to fire me while I am on disability. She knows that she can hire for my job, she knows that I will not be coming back, but for some damn reason I have to still jump through hoops there too. You know they don’t make dying easy…one would think that this is when you would cut someone some slack, but no….
So I will write everything down, jump through all of the hoops, and hope that everything gets done so that I can enjoy what time I have left without all of the bullshit! Yeah like I really expect that to happen any time soon.