And I’m Out of Here

I got a job offer today.  I’m very happy for it.  I will be leaving this hell hole for another one, but it will be new and so that is a plus.

I have a lot to do.  Too bad it gets dark so early — the yards are where I really need to work.  I think this transition will be fun.  In fact, it might just get me back to blogging.  Promises, I know.

Major new topic for the blog: how to move efficiently and with older pets.  I’ll take Murphy with me first and then come back and get Dora and the kittens.  I’m excited about the whole process.

Good riddance to the old; hello to the new adventure!

Penny Wise and Pound Foolish

I’m a little depressed.  I try to be frugal in every way as far as my expenses.  I know that my natural gas bill will be higher in these cold months, but I had counted on my electricity bill going down (my heat is natural gas).

Last month my electricity bill was $176.  That looks like a summer bill for me.  I looked into it more.

I have Reliant 100% wind month to month.  When I started going back into my bills and usage, I realized that Reliant had increased my rate 5 times in the last year.  

Dear Dora

Yesterday, one of my old students stopped by.  He’s an American citizen by birth, but grew up in Syria.  His family is ok — and expanding.   He is married now and has a son.

Ten years ago, he was my student.  Ten years ago, he also helped me build my front fence.  He also met Dora. This was after Gretchen and Buddy but before Tammy and Murphy.  He only knew Dora.  He was afraid to ask if Dora was still around.

She is, but she is old.  Sometimes she is with us, sometimes not.  Like any old lady, she struggles with what was once easy.

I promised her a walk tomorrow.  I will take some pictures with my new smarter than me phone.  I need to buy a better camera.


Recording Happy Days

Like most normal humans, I tend to more vividly remember bad times more than good.  I want to change that.

Today has been a very happy day for me.

When I was 11 years old, I fell out of a tree house — head first.  I only had some scrapes and one other thing — I broke one of my front teeth in half.  It was stuck in a piece of plywood at the bottom of the ladder to the tree house.

Over the years, I got a variety of caps.  Most were broken; the first just fell off one day.  In 1996, I got a job in Riga Latvia.  During the winter, my sinus on the same side as the broken tooth filled with puss.  Everyone thought, including me, that I just had a cold.  After going to a doctor, having a hole punched in my cheekbone, and all of the puss and blood spewing out, the doctor told me that my tooth had been infected.

Upon returning to the U.S., I had periodontal surgery.  That surgery left my broken front tooth exposed — the root was visible above the cap and after the infection, it had dropped so that the cap was lower than my other front tooth.

For the past 16 years or so since, I have been very careful about smiling or showing much of my teeth.  I felt like my front cap was glaringly freakish and kept it hidden as best I could.

Earlier this year, it got infected again and seemed to just die its final death.  I had it extracted and an implant procedure started.  While the base of the implant was healing, I had to wear a flipper.  I liked the way it looked — finally normal.

Well, today — I finally got the crown installed.  I was anxious — if something went wrong it would be a disaster for me.  Everything went well — better than that.  I finally have a somewhat normal tooth — after 40 years.

Modern dentistry: THANK YOU!


Bye Tammy Bear

S/W Ver: 96.B0.0AR

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.

A Shift is Happening

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.

Russian Drivers: Two Views

What with the meteor and all, here we go!

First here and the context.