She was such a good girl.
Murphy is not quite right yet, and the kittens aren’t helping. He has to live without the biggest influence and love of his life. He loved Tammy more than anyone or thing. When I was cleaning up the bags from the vet, I let him smell Tammy’s collar. He got wildly excited. We didn’t go get her or bring her home. He was sad then. So was I.
I will rearrange things around here. I don’t think I can trust the cats not to irritate Murphy. Dora hasn’t had a loss like Murphy and I, so she can deal with the cats during the day while I am a work.
Perhaps I can make Roberto’s room a boy’s club. It will take retraining Murphy and
Tammy Dora as to which doors to run to in their exchanges, but they are smart enough to get it.
I miss Tammy. She was a strong girl.
I’m down to one lonely, stoic feral kitten. Tilly the anti-social except for her sister kitten Toes is now alone. Toes is dead.
Tammy’s tumor has come back, so now it’s just a matter of her pain and quality of life.
I tried to get Tammy and Dora to be friends, but Tammy bit me, so since I didn’t know her, I used the fact that another dog got into the yard as an excuse to have her tested for rabies.
That was long ago.
Sad times are here. Sadder times await.
A shift is happening.
Posted in crazy
The asteroid tomorrow
What was that thing we all said back in the ’80′s?
Posted in Fail
There’s also two nice interviews with Richard Blanco.
One on the Newshour.
The other on NY Mag.
There were many goodbyes this week. I took all of them as best I could. There was some comic-like crying involved. I had wanted to tell two or three of my students about my blog but didn’t. I think I will have an opportunity to do so at some point in the near future.
This break also gives me another opportunity — to get back into blogging more. I used to worry about appearances so much — not any more. I think I will look into getting a better camera and post more pictures and videos.
Times have changed, but I am reluctant to be more active on facebook or twitter. I like having this little space that only a few know about.
This is going to be a great winter break.
Posted in Unfocused
This morning, Dora and I went to the Buffalo Bayou Walk. At first, she didn’t get it and was a little scared. That ended when she took a poop just outside the UHD sustainability garden.
Here’s the pics and vids:
At first, Matt Patrick claims that it is a poem that he adapted. I guess he doesn’t know that “adapting” something without crediting the source is plagiarism. Later he says, “And then a very special, the night before Thanksgiving poem by yours truly.”
It’s not his poem. He didn’t write it.
It’s a poem that has been around since 2000. Yes, it has been passed around, but to claim that one wrote it is stealing. People lose their jobs over that sort of thing. Student get kicked out of school for it. Hell, now the burden of proof is on the student. Students have to prove through checker sites that they haven’t plagiarized.
But Matt Patrick? He can claim someone’s writing without any consequence. Yeah, he “adapted” it. It’s a lie and thieving nonetheless.
And as an added insult, he revived the “Real American Hero” spot. I guess he was drunk when everyone realized that it was in bad taste (i.e. during the Iraq war years) to use that jingle.
He was talking about being grateful and about how many people wanted to hear the poem.
He stole that poem and was not grateful enough to give attribution.
Happy Thanksgiving, Matt Patrick.
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Tagged idiots, Liars
Yes, the election is very important to me,even living here in Texas. Yesterday the academic students had a”Walk the Vote” event at school. Let me say that the student body president this year is making himself known. I don’t know him personally, but he is the first in my 10+ years that I recognize in the halls.
My other focus is a discussion panel that one of my classes will give Monday next. It will be to all comers on campus. Earlier this week I was freaking out, but today’s rehearsal was very good. We have a few more functional hoops to jump through, but overall, we are ready.
My work life is rich (see above, and I haven’t touched on my other classes, which are also good), my home life with the garden, yard and most of all the pets are also quite fulfilling. I don’t really miss my family. It’s been really nice these past few months just donating to Heifer International instead of dealing with the competing for attention at my niece’s birthdays. It’s also been nice not having to listen to the racism that was always a feature of family gatherings. I’m a happier person by avoiding all of that negativity.
The election is important. I have made it a point to direct nervous nellies to the appropriate sanity sites. I have also made sure that I don’t have to listen to the one Rmoney guy at work. He burned several of us a week ago with our boss and has been apologizing since.
But now, work, four-footed ones, and the garden are making me very happy.
I don’t really need those people who claim to be family.
Posted in Unfocused
Speaking from experience, big families swarmmimg little families is not a good visual.
Hopey wins hands down with his navy allusion.