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Sep. 30th, 2014


It is so very odd to be a 1 cat/1 dog household. This is entirely new to us. Even after the housefire, we had 2 new kittehs within days- one found us, the other was adopted. And we'd still had Dante-Inu, thankfully.

Someday, both of us will stop looking for Aries when we go upstairs. It took over a year to stop looking for Max, I expect it'll take that long for Aries as well.

Morrigan says, 'I'm a pretty kitty, love on me now. But only for as long as *I* want, then I'll shove your hand away with my claws while I nip and lick you.' Yeah, Aries and Max taught her very well, both how to be aloof and how to be adorable.

So, about a month ago, the CD player in Orion (our CR-V) decided to go haywire and hold our cds hostage (it's a 6 disc changer/player).

Mark took Orion in for his 6 month oil change yesterday and got an estimate for what it'd cost to rescue the cds and possibly replace the radio/cd player.


I shit you not.

The Honda tech actually said to go to Audiotronics and get a new one and our cds out for less than 500.00 because that's what he'd do and he had no idea it costs so much through Honda either or why it cost so much.

My response was fuck that shit. As long as the radio still works, we can wait until we have the spare cash.

In better news, to get me out of the house yesterday, we went by Gamestop and Mark got Lego Marvel SuperHeroes. We also preordered Borderlands PreSequel.

On the way out, we went through JC Penney. They're having a summer clothing sale and Mark needed new work shirts. It's fun getting $250.00 worth of shirts for $40.00. Now we know when and where to look for the type of shirts he prefers. There's a few more we may go back and get later this week, if they are still there.

Trying to keep myself occupied by weaving up dice bag outer shells. Still need to photograph and catalog the new yarns from the Shenandoah Valley Fiber Fest over on Ravelry. As well as edit and post the photos I took.

That'll will happen eventually.

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Sep. 29th, 2014

Aries the Instigator, Jan 1, 1996- Sept 27, 2014

Mornings fucking suck right now. I know it gets easier, but right now, I really hate mornings. Waking up and he's not there, not curled up against my arm with his head in my hand or a warm lump against my shoulder blades. l hate this. It fucking sucks.

Thanks for the hugs, the good thoughts, well wishes, prayers, what have you. They made a hard decision a little more bearable. Well, as much as it can be made when the choice is not something you or your pet really want but have to do anyway.

Aries was a fighter, right up to the end. He was still fighting, fighting to breath even when I was telling him it was ok, to let go and go be with Max. I still have the last claws marks and scratches from his fighting to breath on my arms because I refused to let him go through this alone. He tried so hard to stay with us, but he was in so much pain, so much distress that, really, there was no other choice to make but to let him go. I really believe, that like with Dante, when the sedative was injected, he was gone almost immediately. That the pink stuff likely wasn't even needed in the end, even if it was a necessary precaution.

The vet said there was a possibility that he'd had a stroke and there was evidence of hemorrhaging in his eyes, that he likely was blind right then. That he had an enlarged heart and it was causing his breathing issues. She tried to explain about blood clot busters for pets and I just cut her off. I didn't need to know about the things that likely would not save him.

I asked if he was in pain. She said yes and he's in a lot of distress.

I asked what the chances were of him getting better. She said very slim and the chances of this happening again were very high.

I said then we have to let him go. It's not fair to him to make him suffer any more than he already had. Mark, while saying nothing, agreed with his silence. That man is so much stronger than me, and I thank him for that.

He was supposed to be Mark's cat.

In many ways, he actually was both of ours. But he was still very much a daddy's boy, even if he did sleep with me. It was always Mark he went to and whose lap he wanted in when he got home.

He was very much a lover as well as a fighter, and it took so very long to get to that point. The day he showed up in our yard, he was a skin and bones kitten who'd obviously been abused. But there he was, purring madly, wanting attention. We took him with us when we evacuated for the hurricane (Hurricane Bertha), with the thought to take him to the shelter when we got back, as we had 4 cats already. 3 days later, after the hurricane, he was a member of the family, close to Max and there was no second thoughts about taking him to the shelter. Our other cats, besides Max, were older, and Max and Aries were roughly the same age, both young kittens. They were inseparable right from the start.

They became crotchety old men together. Still fought like brothers, but always made up almost immediately after. When Max left us in Jan 2013, Aries became even more clingy, more lovable. He and Morrigan, while on good terms, never became as close as he and Max had been. And Caena, he coexisted with and but willingly interacted with unless he had to, the it was with a very much, why me, attitude.

He loved being outside with me. Whenever I went out to work in the garden, or even to fill the bird feeders or get the mail, he was right there, wanting to accompany me. I called him my gardening supervisor. I like to think he approved of the majority of what I did out there, especially since he had plenty of hiding places to relax in and watch the world go by.

He was also a catnip fiend. He loved him some fresh catnip. In fact, he was the main reason I grew that catnip this year. When I cut it back to dry, he literally laid upon the pile of catnip and tried to smother himself in it. It was hilarious and I'm glad I got photos of it. Last Friday, before we left for the cabin, I told him I loved him and gave him some fresh catnip. The last I saw of him, as a healthy cat, he was chowing down happily.

Last week, he wasn't quite sure what to make of the baby opossums that peered at him through the porch window. I think he thought they were strange looking cats, but he didn't hiss or snarl. He just sniffed at them and watched them closely. I like to think he had a fun bit of excitement that last week. That he had lots of loving and great memories to carry with him when he left. Lots of stories to tell Dante and Max when he got there.

I love you, buddy boy. And I miss you so very much. Make sure to pass on my love to your brother and sister and wait for us, we'll be along someday, as will Caena and Morrigan and we'll all have fun together again with lots of scritches, loving, head sniffing and playing. And catnip, so much catnip, for all of you.

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Sep. 25th, 2014

Where's the pliers when you want them...

Bleh. Stupid broken tooth. I made Mark promise to wait until after he's done with the computer rollouts at work to start setting up appointments to get my teeth done, which will be early next month. Meanwhile, because I have a bad habit of clenching my teeth when I'm sleeping and get stressed (we're supposed to go to the cabin this weekend and we're not taking Caena, so it'll be the first time for us to be away from her and we're not sure how she'll take it- she'll be at the InLaws so will likely thoroughly enjoy herself.) So Monday morning I woke up with the tooth that's broken below the gum line, trying to kill me. Ice packs, ice water and Motrin are awesomesauce.

It's getting better, slowly, as it usually does, but if it's not more than just tolerable by Friday evening, this weekend will be miserable, Shenandoah Valley Fiber Fest on Sat or not.

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Sep. 10th, 2014

Your daily funny...

A few days ago, I received this missive via my contact form on Big Cartel-

I want to place an order from your establishment to our location here in the Netherlands. Do you ship internationally, and accept VISA and MASTER CARD as a form of payment?
Reply back at your earliest conveniences Olivia"

Amused and knowing full well it's a scam (but on the very, very slim chance it wasn't), I replied-

"Hi there!

Thank you for your inquiry. Yes, we do ship internationally and accept Visa and Mastercard as forms of payment, via PayPal. The checkout will take you to a PayPal screen where you can select to pay via credit card.

Thanks again for your interest.

Dante's Spirit"

Today, I got a response back and oh, I'm dying here. It's fun when you know you were right-

Thanks for your reply back. Its a pleasure receiving your reply back. I want to order for the below items for my customer's here, I want you to reply back with the total cost plus shipping quote. We're ready and can't wait to receive these wonderful products if yours here.
Your utmost reply back with the total quote will be highly appreciated.


Red Horses, handwoven scarf

Strawberries in Plaid, handwoven scarf



Hope to read back from you with the total cost and we can proceed and finalized my order.
Have a blissful day,

Despite laughing my ass off at this and being seriously tempted to be snarky, I'm sending this in response-

"Hi there,

Thanks for the interest. However, we do not accept orders via emails.

In addition to this, what you see on the website is what is available to order, via the website only. The items for sale are One of A Kind items, meaning, that in almost all cases, there is one item and only one item to be made, ever. There is no possibility for the creation of multiples of many of the items that you see listed for sale, including the items you have chosen.

If you would like to purchase the items that you have listed, which are again, One of a Kind items, select 'Add to Cart' and follow the instructions on the website as to paying via Credit Card.

Thanks again for your interest!

Dante's Spirit"

I am so easily amused.

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Sep. 8th, 2014

Catching up...

Last weekend we went up to the cabin for a nice get away.

While there, I worked on the most recent project, getting past the halfway point at the very least. It was fun, nice, serene and not too hot.

The bear had been back since the last time we were there. Fresh scratches on the pole out back, with hairs stuck in it and Mark found bear scat on the trail- it wasn't fresh, but was at least a week old. Lots of frogs in the pond and baby fish. Lots of raccoon and deer tracks too.

A couple of the maples up there had hints of color, so I expect by the end of this month when we go up again, more will have color on them.

This last week, we got the materials to finally start on the patio out back- the landscaping cloth, the metal edging, and a couple bags of pea gravel to start. Also picked up a can of Kilz to prime the gate sections and get them painted. Picked up a good sized watering trough for next year's tomatoes. 2ft deep x4ft long x1 ft wide, it'll be large enough for 4 plants and give them excellent root room and such.

And I finished the wrap. It's lovely, very sunset color like, and although it's not exactly how I planned, still very lovely. All that's left is the fringe which is in progress. Mark says it's so not my colors, but it is definitely very warm.}:P It'll be listed in the shop by the end of the week.

Found another Black Diamond crepe myrtle- the kind with the purple-black leaves and deep red flowers. Potted it up in a deep navy blue pot, 3 times it's size- it'll sit out on the patio when it's built as a nice plant grouping along with the 2 red barberries I picked up and need to get blue pots for as well. 3 more barberries were planted today in front of the 2 dwarf Alberta spruces and white crepe myrtle in the next bed over. That fills out that bed nicely and gives it a variety of colors and textures. Behind everything, the daylilies will fill in too.

Mark had his last- for now- major dental appointment. He's still getting used to his new teeth now and is very selfconscious about them because he's still having issues with speaking (and he's still very tender).

His mom is doing about as well as can be expected. No worse, but obviously, no better.

Today, I also trimmed up the big crepe myrtle again- it's on it's second blooming, moved bricks to make room for the gate when it's put up and finished the raised bed by the garbage can where the clematis is, trimmed dead flowers from the geranium, pulled all the dead leaves and stems from the daylilies, picked a half dozen banana peppers- lost one to critters, picked one anaheim pepper and several pequito peppers. Trimmed the tomato plant- when the tomatoes left on it are ripe, it'll get pulled.

Now, I'm going to sit around and be lazy for a bit before I go do last night's dishes.

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Aug. 25th, 2014

Thoughts. And Memories.

I'm sitting here, drinking a mug of hot Tea. Republic of Tea Vanilla Almond to be exact. With Virginia honey.

I have a cold, so already feel like crap. But all I can think about, staring out at the sparrows on the fence and the bird feeders, is the Sister In Law's comment that this Tea and a few others were from her mom (the Mother In Law) and that she didn't want them anymore, if I wanted any, have them.

It reminded me so strongly of when my mom told me about how Grandpa suddenly didn't want to put a garden in. And it made me so damned sad.

You see, every spring, like clockwork, for as long as I could remember, he had *always* had a garden. And growing up, I remember picking green beans from the back yard garden, munching on them as we went down the row. I remember digging potatoes in the side garden with my parents and grandparents, cousins. Between them and my dad, I think that's where I got my love of gardening.

But suddenly, there was no garden. Mom remarked that they had thought it was strange, but didn't say anything about it at the time. In hindsight, they wished they had. They would have gotten the Alzheimer's diagnosis that much earlier. They would have had that much more time to prepare for what was coming.

And now, I sit here, drinking my hot Tea, remembering my grandfather and thinking about my Mother In Law and it just makes me so damned sad.

Alzheimer's robs a family of so, so much. You will remember what things mean, that you used to do these things, but the person afflicted- they will not. That memory is simply gone as if it never existed. Eventually, they won't even remember you. Sure, they'll know you as someone who comes around often, who looks familier, but as to why they should know you, that they will not remember. It will simply be gone. Eventually, even the memory of you being a familiar face will also be gone. In my grandfather's case, he regressed to the point where he thought he was a child again and had to get ready for school some mornings. Before that point, he was trying to go to work- he'd been retired for a good 30-40 years or so.

The mother in law doesn't drive anymore. It's not because she can't, its more because they don't want to risk her suddenly forgetting where she was going, as she was going down the road. It's more of a concern for her than anything.

My mom told me about a time, after the bad storm that went through there and took out a significant number of trees on my grandparents' property- trees they'd planted when they bought the place-
my grandfather had taken the car to go to the neighbor's to check on them. He got there and back safely, but they found him sitting in the car- he couldn't remember how to put the windows up. They started hiding the keys after that, I believe.

So it did not surprise me that the mother in law didn't want these Teas anymore- she likely couldn't remember why she had them.

This is what Alzheimer's does.

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