Life, The Universe and All That Jazz
Posted: Sat Jun 24, 2023 8:09 pm
I am so sorry that I've been in and out again, but this has not been a great Spring for us.
There are so many things going on here, and it's hard to know where to start.
Bad news first, but at this point it's all felt bad.
A few weeks ago I made the decision to put my beautiful Apollo to sleep. As I told someone, sometimes the right decision is not the easy one. It's also the one that hurts the worst. He's buried between our fence and the neighbor's fence on the route that he took to visit his girlfriend, Maggie, every time he escaped.
Prior to loosing my baby, Chris moved out (finally!) and it took a lot of elbow grease and muscles to get that room clean again and ready for guests. Unfortunately I ended up cleaning the carpets and area rugs several times because all of that was concurrent with Apollo becoming sick.
I had a Moh's procedure on my left leg for a cancer that had been misdiagnosed by 3 doctors over a year and a half period. For those of you not familiar with the term, the surgeon removes tissue until they get a clean margin, so I ended up with a deep wound that was approximately 3" across. George developed a horrible wound on his heel because of a bone spur at roughly the same time. Needless to say I have the wound center on Mondays, and he has it on Thursdays. In between I am changing dressings daily for both of us.
The large oak beside our fence decided it had provided shade for us long enough and died. The dratted thing was at least 50' tall and huge! The limbs were dropping one or two at a time, but all outside of the fence. Thankfully I was able to handle them but there were still several hanging over the fence, and one very large one over the gas tank and fence that worried me. George of course was nonchalant about it until - one of them fell on the fence, destroying a section of it. Our neighbor came over and lifted it with the boom on his tractor and helped me repair the fence. That finally woke dumb bell up enough to call someone to cut the tree down. Not to remove it, mind you. Just cut it down. Leaving me with at least 2,500 lbs of tree to deal with. With that I ordered a 12" battery powered chain saw for myself and put it on my John Deere card. Ha. All that's left now is the trunk with is still HUGE, but I'm determined to eat that elephant one bite at a time.
It's been over a year since my grey cat Ghost died of old age, and the only cat left is Bugs Bunny. I decided to get a kitten to hopefully convince Bugs to stop gallivanting at night, so enter a 6 week old solid black little monster that I named Elmer Fudd. Well, gotta stick with the Looney Toons theme! Elmer quickly became Tasmanian Devil, so he's Taz and I look like I've run through a bramble to escape a maniac -scratches and bruises. He's now 8 weeks old and the beautiful thing about cats is that they come knowing how to use the litter box. Which leads me to ....
Then... there's always a then. George decided he wanted a dog. For crying out loud, these cats will probably outlive both of us, and I'm still in mourning and have zero interest in potty training a puppy. You guessed it, he has a dog. A cross between German Shepherd and Australian Shepherd. This dog is going to herd us while single handedly pulling Timmy out of the well and arresting the most wanted criminal in America. I do NOT want a dog! I especially do NOT want a dog that's a cross between 2 extremely intelligent, high energy, herding dogs. I had decided to bow to the inclusion of this little leaking yapping whining critter and chose the name Wile E. Coyote. Again, Looney Toons. Nope. Mr. I'm Too Old to Train a Dog (not taking into consideration my age?? shoulda thought about that before getting him) decided that he will be Max.
Toss in taking care of the horses next door and having a weekly student who I'm teaching stable management that also wants to learn how to use all of the goodies in my sCrap room, cooking, cleaning, mowing, and then the next thing hits.
I have large nodules on my thyroid, both sides. They're so large that they're visable to a casual view of my neck. My voice is raspy if I have more than a short conversation, throat hurts a lot, and I've lost all of the range that I regained after quitting smoking. Soooo, we're waiting for a referral and appt. with the specialist to see where this is going to take me.
Anyway, that's life right now. I'll be in and out because right now? This place is sanity for me.
There are so many things going on here, and it's hard to know where to start.
Bad news first, but at this point it's all felt bad.
A few weeks ago I made the decision to put my beautiful Apollo to sleep. As I told someone, sometimes the right decision is not the easy one. It's also the one that hurts the worst. He's buried between our fence and the neighbor's fence on the route that he took to visit his girlfriend, Maggie, every time he escaped.
Prior to loosing my baby, Chris moved out (finally!) and it took a lot of elbow grease and muscles to get that room clean again and ready for guests. Unfortunately I ended up cleaning the carpets and area rugs several times because all of that was concurrent with Apollo becoming sick.
I had a Moh's procedure on my left leg for a cancer that had been misdiagnosed by 3 doctors over a year and a half period. For those of you not familiar with the term, the surgeon removes tissue until they get a clean margin, so I ended up with a deep wound that was approximately 3" across. George developed a horrible wound on his heel because of a bone spur at roughly the same time. Needless to say I have the wound center on Mondays, and he has it on Thursdays. In between I am changing dressings daily for both of us.
The large oak beside our fence decided it had provided shade for us long enough and died. The dratted thing was at least 50' tall and huge! The limbs were dropping one or two at a time, but all outside of the fence. Thankfully I was able to handle them but there were still several hanging over the fence, and one very large one over the gas tank and fence that worried me. George of course was nonchalant about it until - one of them fell on the fence, destroying a section of it. Our neighbor came over and lifted it with the boom on his tractor and helped me repair the fence. That finally woke dumb bell up enough to call someone to cut the tree down. Not to remove it, mind you. Just cut it down. Leaving me with at least 2,500 lbs of tree to deal with. With that I ordered a 12" battery powered chain saw for myself and put it on my John Deere card. Ha. All that's left now is the trunk with is still HUGE, but I'm determined to eat that elephant one bite at a time.
It's been over a year since my grey cat Ghost died of old age, and the only cat left is Bugs Bunny. I decided to get a kitten to hopefully convince Bugs to stop gallivanting at night, so enter a 6 week old solid black little monster that I named Elmer Fudd. Well, gotta stick with the Looney Toons theme! Elmer quickly became Tasmanian Devil, so he's Taz and I look like I've run through a bramble to escape a maniac -scratches and bruises. He's now 8 weeks old and the beautiful thing about cats is that they come knowing how to use the litter box. Which leads me to ....
Then... there's always a then. George decided he wanted a dog. For crying out loud, these cats will probably outlive both of us, and I'm still in mourning and have zero interest in potty training a puppy. You guessed it, he has a dog. A cross between German Shepherd and Australian Shepherd. This dog is going to herd us while single handedly pulling Timmy out of the well and arresting the most wanted criminal in America. I do NOT want a dog! I especially do NOT want a dog that's a cross between 2 extremely intelligent, high energy, herding dogs. I had decided to bow to the inclusion of this little leaking yapping whining critter and chose the name Wile E. Coyote. Again, Looney Toons. Nope. Mr. I'm Too Old to Train a Dog (not taking into consideration my age?? shoulda thought about that before getting him) decided that he will be Max.
Toss in taking care of the horses next door and having a weekly student who I'm teaching stable management that also wants to learn how to use all of the goodies in my sCrap room, cooking, cleaning, mowing, and then the next thing hits.
I have large nodules on my thyroid, both sides. They're so large that they're visable to a casual view of my neck. My voice is raspy if I have more than a short conversation, throat hurts a lot, and I've lost all of the range that I regained after quitting smoking. Soooo, we're waiting for a referral and appt. with the specialist to see where this is going to take me.
Anyway, that's life right now. I'll be in and out because right now? This place is sanity for me.