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Ugh. I've been feeling like a lump of unbaked dough since...my birthday?...the clocks were changed? I did make it to PT the day after my birthday, so maybe not that long. But yeah...sluggish, unmotivated, lazy, etc. Today was the first day I've felt semi-human.

So of course, the car's passenger side window motor broken, leaving the window permanently in the 'down; position. All we did was go to brunch because Himself was worried about potential theft - mainly of my Handicapped placard, he says.

We are currently waiting on an Amazon delivery of a part he thinks is the problem and he checks for it almost every half an hour. Heh.

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Livia is Back. I had to say goodbye to my birthday flowers before it was time because Someone got on the table, nibbled on the leaves, and knocked the vase over. Water all over the table and dripping on the floor. A day or 2 later I SAW her on the second highest built on bppksje;ves munching on my spider plant. I had to spray her TWICE with the water bottle to get her to move away. The poor plant was really chewed up, so it;s now out on the balcony with the roses.

Foolish me for hoping I could have a cat AND indoor plants.

We've been playing the "Why is the cat puking so much??" guessing game on and off for a while now. Vet says she's remarkably healthy for a girl of her age based on her blood work, and the next step would be an ultrasound. (Yeah, we can't afford that right now.) We've switched her dry food to a sensitive skin and stomach formula in salmon flavor. His pick, not mine. She wasn't fond of salmon wet food, but adores the chicken flavor wet food. Nope - still cleaning up piles that are so close to the same color as the carpet I don't always see them. We recently awirxged to a bag of the same formula, but in chicken and rice flavor. No puke for days, but the last 2 days she ended that streak. So the next potential fix is a 'slow feeder' bowl. Maybe she/s eating too fast??

I don't remember feeling like I lived in a giant emesis basin when we had 2 cats...

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My recovery is still progressing. Personally, it feels like it's going too slowly, but the last Ortho I saw said it could take up to a year to recover. Ugh. (OK, so I didn't really push myself while I was waiting for insurance approval to start getting Prolia shots.) But now I'm just waiting for the in-home PT to discharge me so I can start out patient PT. I feel like I've plateaud in my progress, and now it's time to start working with the PT machines they can't bring to me in their backpacks.

This week has been frustrating. After surviving the cat's failed attempt to kill me, I'm down to half strength. She decided to flop to the floor right in front of me in a very tight spot, and in trying to not step on her, I lost my balance and fell. No loss of consciousness, no (known) broken bones, and no blood. But the Ulnar side of my left hand hurts - especially when twisting a lid or doorknob, and pulling the fridge door open must be done with extreme caution. And weight bearing? Not really. The day after this happened, a full can of Coke was too much. But it is getting better as time goes by...

The reason it's so frustrating is because I've once again been bitten by the downsizing and organizing bug, and motivation has been higher than usual to DO it. But the discomfort in my hand holds me back. So, once again, I'm waiting. Waiting for something I really have no control over. Seems like that's the story of my life.

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In other news - I've suddenlt got the itch for an Edwardian corset cover. But maybe not a Vintage one. I'm really not big on the lace dripping ones. So instead, I've been looking for a pattern so I can reproduce one to my liking. But I'm so far out of Vintage/Repro pattern Game that all I can hopr for is a recommendation for a good one?? Please?

I am so ridiculously pleased with myself right now because I FINALLY finished off the last of the last bottle of shower gel in my possession. Silly, right? But for years, during my younger, stupider days, when I had a little extra money, I would spend it instead of save it in an effort to fill the hole inside me - that would be the unmet need for maternal love.

I quit buying them after my dermatologist told me they might be contributing to my dry, itchy skin misery, but I still had so many and I couldn't bring myself to just throw them out because I hate feeling like I "wasted" something that could still be used.

So yeah. Ridiculously happy to finally see the last of it all.

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My kitchen smells of oranges. Mandarin orange, to be specific. I've dropped all my "Holiday weight" since I stopped eatting cookies and switched to mandarins. My Uncle once told my mother he could eat 6 to 8 of them before he felt like he ate something. Well, no wonder he had problems with his blood sugars! I don't know exactly when, but he was diagnosed as a Type 2 when I was a child. Personally, I eat one and I know I ate something because they're so sweet - 2 and I won't want to eat again for hours.

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Livia has been very social today - probbly because it's so warm. It frequently is before a cold front come through. I bet she won't be so social tommorrow when it's 20 to 30 degrees cooler!

I've got an appointment this afternoon with my eye Doc - noticed what I thought was a bug on the floor, and watched it move across said floor while the cat ignored it completely on Thursday morning. Figured out by that evning it was a new shadow in my vision as well as a new floater going by too. Called the Doc's office about half an hour before the phone message said they closed (since it was Friday), and got a call back after said message said was the end of their day - "We can get you in Monday."

Oh, Uhhh..guess it could be potentially serious, then. "We won't know anything until we take a look."

And then I didn't notice it at all on Saturday or Sunday. But it is about that time for my yearly eye exam, so...

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There was one woman outside with a bullhorn protesting...well, I'm not sure exactly what she was protesting. She was saying things like "shame on the city for hosting this on PEARL HARBOR DAYm when our soldiers fought and died for America, for freedom." WTF, you ignorant Islamophobe? Do you even understand the concept pf Freedom of Religion is all about? As a fellow WASP, I was ashamed by her behavior, and I even told a couple of people listening to her (and laughing a bit) that she had it ALL WRONG.

And PETA had a table there manned by kool-aid drinking vegans. Apparently they equate the Islamic community with little old ladies wearing furrs, and not with leathe clad bikers. And yes, I have a hate-on for Peta. I really dislike the lunatic fringe of any movement that has been documented doing things that go against their stated goals.

But Sunday was much less agitating, and much more plain and simple fun. Himself thought (incorrectly) that we had enough cat food to last until Wednesday, when he got paid again. (That prescription food we have Harry the Diabeticat on ain't cheap!) I gently tried to tell him he was wrong by saying things like "you need to double check, because I'm not sure we do", but he insisted. So I finally said bluntly "We need to go get more food since we're almost out and I need to go to the store this morning to buy it." So we did. *sigh*

Then we picked up Linda and went to the Blue genie Christmas Bazaar and did some Giftmas shopping and caught up with each other. It was busy - but it was Sunday afternoon. LOL And we did manage to ge things for other people! But we were both lamenting the urge to but for ourselves - it can be so strong at places like Blue Genie, where the offerings are so unusual and unique.

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So today is my eye exam, and Wednesday is a visit to my cancer surgeon regarding the scar on my head from my first skin cancer removal.Don't know if it's simply to discuss scar revision, or if she'll actually do the revision when I'm there. I'd really like to do it nd be done with it - but that's her decision to make. *sigh*

*sigh* Haven't felt much like writing anything lately. Maybe it's due to the season being one of drawing in instead of outward expansion? IDK, but it's not happening much lately.

I have been "nesting" of a sort. NoNewSewMo saw me doing a deep dive into The Stash - only one box wasn't gone through - and I pulled out 2 boxes worth of fabric I no longer want. WHY did I ever buy khaki cotton?? That was a complete mental lapse on my part. And WHY do I have SO MUCH lilac colored linen??

NoNewSewMo also saw me cutting off a lot of hems on things in my Mending pile. Too many things in that pile are there because they need to be shortened. It's pretty common when you're only 6'1" tall, and the trend is for looong skirts/dresses. Don't get me wrong - I've always liked mid to lower calf hems, but the maxi length means it puddles on the ground for me. Annoying.

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I've also culled my books of things I've already read and don't want to read again, or books I no longer want to read. Also a few that I want to read, but don't need to keep because I can borrow from the library in ebook form. That's mainly fiction, but not exclusively.

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I haven't bothered watching any of the Democratic Primary Debates - mainly because the field is just too big. I like the positions all of them espouse so much better than I do the current officeholder, so I'm not worried about who will eventually get the nomination. My only worry is that there are still too many people running. It's high time to narrow the field down to maybe 5 so the party isn't too divided to win on election day.

Likewise, I am not watching the Impeachment hearings. It's just makes me too angry too fast to watch. The conclusion is clear to me that the idiot needs to be removed as quickly as possible, but the next in line scares me too. The U.S. is NOT a Christian democracy, it's a secular democracy, and needs to stop tending towards preferrential treatment for one religion over any other. And our VP is only going to do his best to hasten the slids in the wrong direction.

But enough about politics. I'll just work myself into a bad mood.

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Mr Ct gave us a scare a couple weeks ago. He suddenly started acting "of" for no reason, and rather dramatically. He was spending at LOT of time hiding under the bed, and didn't want to come out even when food was being offered. The few times we got him out he would simply curl up on the bed for a few minutes, and the next time we checked, he would be back under the bed. Sometimes he would eat a few kibbles if we hand fed him, other times he would refuse it. The afternoon before we took him to the Vet, I didn't know if it would be his last visit, or even if he wasn't already dead since I couldn't get down to look under the bed.

But he was alive, and the bloodwork done at the Vet showed nothing but high blood sugar and dehydration. So they gave him fluids and an appetite stimulant and we took him home. And he did recover, so we're happy. Still no idea what happened, but he is back to being highly food motivated, and we've him playing with Livia and us. He does seem to be moving a little slower, so maybe he's just feeling his age.

We actually got a taste of the arctic chill this far south. There were a coyple of nights that actually got below freezing, and then barely warmed up during the day. Add rain/drizzle and that damn north wind so stong we had wind chills, and it was actually cold the past couple days.

But it's getting warmer every day. The cold snaps almost never survive a week in South Central Texas. It's the heat that overstays it's welcome.

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We had to take Harry to the Vet last night - he hasn't been acting right for days. It's just not normal for him to refuse food, and he would do that at times. Monday morning he was laying sprawled on the floor looking like he'd spent way too much time with the cat version of The Porcelin Goddess the night before, and while he seemed to improve as the day went on, Tursday he was back to acting unwell during the day and perked up again during the evening, but didn't want any of his bedtime treat ritual he and I go through. Wednesday he spent the whole day under the bed. I had no idea if he was even alive until Himself came home and moved the bed.

So off to the Vet Clinic we went. His blood sugar was up, and he was mildly dehydrated, but his bladder was dull, and all his other blood work was fine - although he's down three pounds since last visit. They gave him fluids, and an appetite stimulant and sent us home. We're hoping he'll get over whatever it is on his own. We really don't want to pay for more tests if we don't have to, since that would double what we've already spent, and then there'd be the added cost of treatment. Yay. All I want for Giftmas is MO' MONAY! to pay the vet bills. *sigh*

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NoNewSewMo so far has seen a deep destash of my fabric stash. I literally went through all. of. it. and suprisingly found very little black velveteen. I found green velveteen, and red, and purple, two different shades of blue, and even some pale grey. But almost no black. Odd. But the two pieces of khaki went right out. As did the dark red corduroy. Buh-bye.

One of things that's always annoyed me is when someone tries to tell me (usually a third party) that the reason I didn't laugh at a joke is because I "didn't get it. when in actua;oty I actually did get it. I just didn't find it funny. Or tells me "I need to work on my punchlines!" when what I was doing was playing the "straight man" to give someone else a chance to be a part of the joke.

*sigh* not everyone has the same sense of humor, idiots. Learn some shit.

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Met up with an old friend on Sunday. We both agreed we needed to get together more often than once every decade or so. :) Her 40th birthday was last week, so the velvettten she assumed I was selling her was a birthday gift. Approximately 7 yards od it, and it's not anywhere close to making a dent in my Stash. But the IRL time reconnecting with a friend was wonderful - she's active in the local theater community, which means she's more adept at drawing and maintaining people's focus on her, and putting herself forward for things, and dammit I need to have more people in my life who are that way so maybe it'll rub off! LOL

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A cold snap has come through - they've issued a freeze warning for a couple of counties west of here, so yeah, that qualifies as "cold" to me. :) But it'll be back up to the 60 by this weekend, so it's only cold for a couple of days.

Livia is, of course, spending the majority of her day burrowed under the covers, but Harry isn't acting any different. Livy's such a Texas Cat. :)

I could not get to sleep last night until 3am. (?) Back in July, when that horrible financial drama happened, I quit trying to self-medicate and called my GP for help. I got a very low dose of generic Xanax, and it was wonderful. I fell asleep like a champ, and woke up feeling refreshed.

So by the time the prescription ran low, I called for a refill. And the stupid phone nurse tried to give me grief about it until I cut her off and said "I'm happy to talk to the doctor about it. I just need an appontment."

During the appointment, the Doc said sje didn't want me o use it every night, just on nights when I can't fall asleep. I agreed to start trying once the latest skin cancer was dealt with.

Well...last night was the first night I tried. I had a tasty adult beverage in the late evening, and lowered my inhibitions enough that I ate more than I usually do at such a late hour. Then, after I went to bed and couldn't fall asleep, I actually had acid reflux. (WTF? Never happened before) So that's when I got out of bed, took a benedryl, and waited.

Nothing. I waited for over an hour, and no drowsiness. I finally took a second one, went back to ned, and managed to fall asleep after I woke Himself to curl up with me because I was actually shivering.

But before that, Hairy walked all over us before settling down to knead the back of my head. Silly cat boy - fortunately, my hair is short enough I didn't have a rat's nest on the back of my head this morning.

But I do have a fresh prescription of Xanax, and I won't wait so long before taking them.

(and no alcohol tonight.)

We've had a weird late July cold front blow through, and the last couple days have almost been nice. Well, for summer anyway.

My stress level almost disappeared after the whole financial mess was resolved, but I sure like the prescription better than the OTC benadryl I was using to fall asleep. The prescription stuff actually allows me to dream. Nithing memorable, but I wake up knowing I was dreaming, and somehow that makes me feel more rested and refreshed. I'll need to talk to my MD about that one...

One of my resistance bands broke last night while I was using it, and I hit my head on the nightstand when I fell. OUCH was my neck sore for the rest of the evening! But nothing broken, and today mt scalp is tender where I hit my head. But that's it. Another bruise in a lifetime of bruises, but no new broken bones so I'm ok with it.

Mr Cat is now on a glucosamine supplement - but he won't eat it as is, even though it in a chewable treat form. So we have to split it in half and stuff it into a Pill Pocket, and then he gobbles it right down. I was shocked when he wouldn't take it straight - he's such a food hound@

Well, I thought I'd be able to fall asleep - I was feeling tired, and there was no sickening ball of anxiety in my stomach/chest - but no such luck. I try to lie down, and as soon as my head hits the pillow, my thoughts go racing.

And now, there's little bit of extra worry since I know this anxiety can negatively impact my health. I don't want to worry myself into a hospital visit.

I've been going over my budget for almost an entire month now, trying to trim fat from an already lean cut of meat. I'm not sure where else I can trim it without suffering. Medicine or food, or would I be able to trim it somewhere else? Oh, and I'm also trying to get it done before the end of the month - before rent is due, or I may end up incurring an rxtra fee for late rent.

Rar.

Livia puked tonight, and it was bad enough we had to haul out the spot carpet cleaner to clean it up. I looked at her [;ate of wet food, and I swear it looks like she sucked down all the gravy she could get to, the turned around and blew it out almost as quiickly. So maybe the chunks and gravy kind is not the best option for her. I'll try to pick her wet food more carefully next time.

*sigh* my time on the exercise bike has become rather monotonous lately and I'm finding myself getting 10 or so minutes into it and really wanting to stop. Part of it is yjr fact that the weight is no longer melting off, and part of it is the fact that my stupid iPad still wants to play the U2 songs it came installed with more than the music I've loaded it with. I actually deleted one song since the lyrics bothered me so much - 'you have a dace not spoiled by beauty' WTF? Are you trying to make this woman leave you, Bono?? 'Cuz that's not a good thing to say to a woman you want to stick around!

Not that I dislike U2 - far from it. But workout music? Not this stuff. Gimmie a beat!

For some reason, Gmail has started putting my Pinterest Notifications in my main Inbox folder and not in my Social folder where FB emails and YouTube emails go. And today the Dreamwidth notifications a;sp showed up there toowhen they had been going to that same Social folder. I've tried moving them, but they don't show up there, so IDK. But it is irritating - why bother having the 3 different folders if they're not gonna file them correctly?

I did come home Inspired from the West Austin Studio Tour, byt so far I've only been able to channel that into identifying things to get rid of. Things that don't fit my life now, and I don't want to re acommodate them into my Life. Mainly a few clothes - but they're still here because first I gotta wash all the light colored cat hair off them! LOL And where is Mr White and dilute ginger at right now?? Napping on a pile of clothes. :) He's such a sweet boy - I won't make him move since the 'damage' is already done.

But I guess I'll have to take it for now - making the living space less cluttered is one way to get closer to who I wanna be since one's living space is an outward reflection of one's interior. :)

We're in the middle of a very stormy week down here. As I type, I'm hearing rumbles of thunder, plus the weather app on my iPad just notified me of a severe thunderstorm warning being issued just now. It's not like we need the rain - it's been a very rainy Spring and there's no sign it's stopping any time soon. There have been lives lost because of people driving over low water crossings and getting varried away by the water flowing over the roadway. The rivers aren't currently flooded, but with all the rain coming, it may still happen.

Water is one of the main reasons why I don't ever want to live in a ground floor apartment.

I had to move my cactus further in under the roof on the balcony. It's actually started blooming, but it's probably now in danger of death by drowning.

Last Sunday we went downtown to the POP Cats event. There were panels related to cats, and vendors with cat toys and cat themed items. And yes, there were a few 'cats to pet'. I only managed to pet one, and he was at the Williamson County shelter booth. But he looked so much like one of my first kittens, and his brother looked just like the other one! I still miss my Beasties, but I know Death comes for all of us. :(

There was also a booth for a Pet Sitting Service, and their sign mentioned Behaviot Modification, so I spent while talking to them, hoping to get a new insight into WHY Hairy occasionally shits on the bed. RAR. They went through a list of possibilities, but they were already things I'd thought of, so no real help from them. But it was worth a try. *sigh*

I was so pleased with myself - I managed to get out after only spending $5 on only one single cat toy instead of trying to buy All The Things. :)

I've been idly thinking about doing a SNA test to learn more about my father's side of the family. Mom's side is VERY well documented - thanks to her Uncle (my great-Uncle) Willard, who was a Tenured History Professor at Georgia Tech back before the Information Age. Her side goes back to the founding of some of the original 13 colonies, including the Mayflower. But my dad's side is pretty much a total mystery, despite Uncle Willard trying to trace it. So I was pondering the idea of having her do a DNA test, then doing one on me, and seeing where they don't match. That would have to be Daddy's ancestry. And with it being so close to Mother's Day, most DNA companies are having sales right now...

There are so many things I missed out on after my father died when I was so young. I never got a chance to get to know him as a person, and my mother's view of him is so heavily biased against him that I don't trust almost everything she has to say about who he was. She's rarely missed a chance to badmouth him in some way, and she's even got her current husband blindly parroting her views, even though he never had any first hand experience. Isownright do have some good memories of him - he was the one who read to me before bed and would come in and lay down next to me when I was afraid of the dark - they tell me he couldn't possibly be as bad as my mother tries to tell me he was.

I'm getting tired of Apartment Management sending out so many emails about when they're coming into my space when it's convenient. Maybe it wouldn't bother me so much if it they didn't send me daily emails about it. It just seems like lately it's been downright SPAMMY. Now it's the anuual Fire Department Inspection - which was supposed to happen today, but the latest SPAM says it'll be tomorrow. O yay.

This past weekend was painful - literally. Friday morning I woke up to go to the bathroom, and apparently, I got up too quickly because I ended up crasging to the floor and taking the plastic stacking crates directly acroos from my side of the bed with me. The noise woke Himself up 15 minutes before his alarm was set to go off. and when he tried tp get me up, I was still a bit light-headed, so I told him I was going to lay flat on the floor until it passed.I had managed to break the plastic tun we kept the prescription cat food in as well as knock over some things, so set about cleaning all that up. I did manage to get myself up unaided, but I scraped up my left upper arm, and bumped my right hip on the nightstand, so after I finally made it to the bathroom, finding a comfortable position to lay in was difficult when I tried to go back to sleep. The arm is fine, but I do have a lump the size of my palm on my hip, as well as some impressive bruising on my hip and butt.

Saturday morning I tried to repeat the performance, but managed to not make as much of a mess as I fell back into bed instead of on the floor. But I did manage to bruise my LEFT hip almost as bad by hitting the nightstand again. My hips are almost perfectly matched now.

Oh - and Saturday afternoon I managed to stub my foot into the leg of the bedframe, so that's bruised and hurting too.

I really gotta stop the self-beatings. :)

Saturday afternoon, before the bruised foot incident, we went over to the local Turkish food and craft fair that was ALMOST in walking distance. The weather had started out rainy and stormy, but by the afternoon the only remanant of the storms was the winds. OMG The Winds. Gusts over 40mph Without that - the sky was almost completely clear, the temperatures were in the 70s - it was beautiful. But then one stepped into the wind, and ugh. But I did manage to score a rectangulare cotton scarf for 5$, so yay me.

I suspected that would be the case. The scarf is mostly black, but it has touches of white that make it look like marble. Everyone who's seen it says it reminds them of marbling. I love it. :)

Hairry Cat seems to have done something to one of his back legs. But he doesn't seem to mind it, so we watch. It definitely affects him when he jumps up on the bed. But he's quite happy to get up and down from there, so...

https://www.etsy.com/listing/652575618/linen-fabric-by-yard-solid-linen-gauze?ref=search_recently_viewed-2

I am soo tempted to buy a yard of this and turn it into a headscarf for summer. (1 yd would be enough for 2 scarves, actually.) It would be so much more appropriate for the he;;ish heat of summer in Texas than a hat could ever be.

Overslept by an hour this morning. Rar. For once, the cat woke me up by trying to get under the covers with me instead of encouraging me to snuggle with her. We had a cool front come in yesterday and drop the temperature by 10 degrees, otherwise it would be entirely too warm for cat cuddling.

I need to rummage through my UFOs and see if I have a spool of thread in light blue that's made by the company my machine prefers. It doesn't like Coats and Clark's poly wrapped cotton thread. No, it wants the 100 percent polyester from Gutterman. Picky machine...

Found out Monday (after he puked on the bed AGAIN and I called wanting answers from the Vet's office) that Harry Man Cat is Diabetic. (Yay. The Diabetes demon has returned - but not for me. Yet.) So last night we got the first bag of prescription food, and it was pricey. So far, online searching has not turned up any lower options, but I ain't done yet.

We haven't yet started the insulin shots. Neither of us really want to go there yet. But the change in diet is an easy enough switch.

Poor kitty. He's not over weight - hasn't been since we got him. But according to the website run by Cornell University's Vet program, diabetes is more common in male, neutered, middle aged cats - and that's him.

But at least he loooves the new food!

(I always get a little thrill when I learn how to do something new, so thanks Danabren!)

We actually got a few, blessed inches of rain this past weekend, so it hasn't been as hot as it could be. Not enough to increase the water levels on nearby reservoir lakes, but enough to take us out of drought conditions and decrease the wildfire risk somewhat.

I've managed to lose a whopping *3* pounds in the last 6 months, and while I am pleased the scale is going in the right direction, I wish it would go FASTER. All I had to do was start exercising consistently again, and switch from Gatorade in the mornings to water, and stop eating those little free corn muffins they offer at Jason's Deli.Great lifestyle changes, but not enough to drop the weight my doctor and I agree should not be there. Time to STOP binging on the stupid corn chips, increase the intensity of my workout again, and temporarily eat less. Damned corn chips - there is a reason farmers feed them to cattle right before the animal is sold. It's gets the animal up to 'market weight' FAST. I don't WANT to go up to 'market weight'! UGH.

The rose died. This is the 3rd rose we've managed to kill pretty quickly. Gonna need to do some research to find out what we're doing wrong, because they DO grow here - quite well.

The catnip is doing well, but neither cat is overly impressed. Livia doesn't car one little bit about catnip and would rather nibble on the other plants, thank you, and Hairy will eat a leaf if you pinch it off and offer it to him. But not a second one. Stupid cats. On to trying cat grass...

The Waco Mammoth National Monument

https://www.nps.gov/waco/index.htm

These are not the Wooll y Mammoths of the Ice Age movies. (Cute movies, IMHO) They're COLUMBIAN Mammoths.I had no idea it was there! But it's a small site - all of 4 acres.The actual fossils are gone - moved to Baylor University, but the display is still a representation of an actual dig, so it's covered. There's a 360 degree elevated walkway around it, and the tour guide uses a laser pointer to point out and explain some of the details of the site. Very cool.

In other news - took Hairy Boy Cat in for his Annual, and he was so not stressed he took a treat from the Vet's hand after his shots. He's lost an ounce or two, but nothing to be doncerned about.

I've been fighting a bug all week, and today I got signs I'm on the mend (no fever, less coughing)m but that now means that all the sleeping I've been doing is now keeping me awake when I so dearly wish I could be sleeping. I've got things to DO tomorrow!

I am pleased that this bug didn't turn out to be the flu. I mean, technically it could have been, but I never felt bad enough to see a doctor, so no testing ever happened. But I never got the body aches or nausea that they're saying happen with flu, so who knows.

I've been wanting to sew or do something else crafty. But I have no clear flat space to set up and do so. And this past week I haven't done any type of housework at all. But the problem with the flat space is it's mostly stuff that has no pre-existing place/ So it sits on my table (and desks). I'd love to put it all Away, but I'm thisclose to just scooping it all up and putting it in a box to join all the other boxes where I've done that. SO MANY BOXES!!! Actually, this sort of thing is how most of my stuff gets moved. Some person randomly throws stuff in a box until it's full. I actually opened a box after my last move that I had started packing with sewing projests in various states of completion to find someone else had not only finished packing that box for me, but had thrown a hammer from a different room in it! )I have strong suspicions who did it, but they deny they did it. But really, given the rampant disregard this shows for my possessions this act shows, there's really only one person it could have been.)

I have figured out my Little Grey Cat loves wet food. But the Big Harry Boy doesn't seem to recognize it as edible. Odd. He's the one who will nag for his before bed treats!