...the legal sort. Whatever brain chemistry is happening when I find the groove. Mornings now are for writing. Coffee to noon, give or take, 800 to 1500 words. Some will be pruned away. Sometimes a fragment births a paragraph. I'll get wordy on you in a heartbeat.
::::More Whiffs, Glimmers & Left Oeuvres:::
Sunday, August 24, 2025
Good drugs
Friday, August 22, 2025
A necessarily smaller world...
...when someone is in quarantine. The medicine is working and she's eating again. Covering some of that boniness with some much-needed padding.
I suppose we could have left her alone in the bedroom. Everything she needs is in there. Toys, a soft bed. Boxes with cut-out holes. Food, water, and a sandbox. A huge window with the same view I have from the stitching chair and a big flat screen TV tuned to a channel that shows birds and chipmunks at a feeder. With audio.Colin is an excellent cat dad.
Wednesday, August 20, 2025
time slows to a crawl
Behold, the Daughters of George's Giants growing on the dyedeck.
Monday, August 18, 2025
What's today?
Sophie came home last Tuesday. Since then, she's come down with an upper respiratory virus, which seems to be common in shelter kittens. On Friday, our vet checked her over and prescribed the gooey pink stuff for her slight temperature and my anxiety about the look of her spay incision. She'll be fine as long as she keeps eating and drinking. Sometimes they develop dangerous mouth ulcers. To that moment, she'd been a chowhound. The sneezing grew more frequent, and as of Saturday morning, she refused food and water, and getting the amoxicillin into her was life-threatening for all parties. By Sunday morning, I was a wreck and took her to the 24 hr ER vet. The staff there must be used to near-hysterical pet parents. They were kind and supportive. Found her mouth and throat to be clear, changed her Rx and added an appetite stimulant. I got a hands-on lesson in best practices for giving cats meds and finally some sleep.
Still, in my lap is where she prefers to recuperate. You know a kitten is sick if you can stitch over its head without any interference.
Thursday, August 14, 2025
Meet Sophie
We waited a day for the right name. A little shy at first. Maybe still a little high from her spay surgery. She has quiet and solitude for the first time in her existence.
Tuesday, August 12, 2025
Ryder
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Reno and Ryder (maybe) |
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Ryder, Rob, and Reno |
As if I ever had a picture of just one twin or the other!When they were still in diapers and cruising, they had distinctly different personalities and, of course, their own private language.
Then, one day, I witnessed them pull that evil twin switcheroo, one pretending to be the other for a long minute, then both of them having a hearty cackle over the scam they pulled.
I'm sad to say that due to family drama and distance, I never got to know them well, but I know my brother.What I can't imagine is the kind of grief a parent feels on losing a child. Glioblastoma is particularly cruel, and I will say out loud that I'm glad his terrible suffering is over.
I also believe in the never-ending energy of the spirit getting another chance to start life anew.
Saturday, August 09, 2025
New young energy
Since Camilla disappeared in May, our family has had a hole in its heart. She was a homebody who spent much of her days tucked in the corner by the window to the right of my stitching chair. We will never stop missing her sweet energy.
We signed up for an online missing pet community and weekly, I'd get an email asking if she had come home. I responded, and her photo and info was boosted to the top of a list. This email was followed by an email from a participating animal shelter with page upon page of pictures of animals waiting to be adopted. I honestly HAD to stop looking because 95% of them were kittens.
Thursday morning, Colin came into the studio and told me about a vivid dream he had about Camilla. The sadness gripped him. An hour or so later, I bit my lip and started scrolling through the Pawboost photos.
His dream set this in motion. Emails, calls, and we were on our way down to the shelter to meet the newest member of the family. 3 months old. Female. As yet, unnamed. We will pick her up on Monday.
Colin has always worn his heart right on his face.Monday, August 04, 2025
Behind some scenes
