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Sep. 9th, 2016

20 years ago today(roughly), two things happened.

20 years ago today, two things happened.  One, Hurricane Fran reached Cat 5 status and was bearing down on the coast of North Carolina. Which prompted us to evacuate inland from Jacksonville, NC- the first time we would ever do so for a hurricane, tropica

One, Hurricane Fran reached Cat 5 status and was bearing down on the coast of North Carolina. Which prompted us to evacuate inland from Jacksonville, NC- the first time we would ever do so for a hurricane, tropical storm or cyclone, and we'd been through over a dozen of them.

Two, this little, bedraggled, obviously abused but purring madly and wanting attention anyway, kitten showed up on the other side of my mini pond in my front yard, where I was feeding the fish before we left.

We took that little kitten with us when we left, with every intention of taking him to the shelter when we returned- we already had 4 after all.

Over a week later, when we were finally able to get back home, his name was Aries the Instigator and he was a member of the family.

We lost him Sept 28, 2014. We still miss him everyday.

Aug. 26th, 2016

Today's prompt is "In Situ" for the #CTMonthInTheLife

Day 26 of the #ctmonthinthelife  #if by @createandthrive  is #insitu ...   This is one of my first #artquilts hanging above the mantle in the bedroom where Dante, Max and Aries reside.   'Icarus Falling ' is #handdyed, #handsewn, #stamped, #embellished wi

This is one of my first artquilts hanging above the mantle in the bedroom where Dante, Max and Aries reside. 'Icarus Falling ' is hand dyed, handsewn, stamped, embellished with real found feathers and sunprinted with feathers and saltdyed . The wood piece is genuine #driftwood, sourced locally.

It is also not for sale.



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May. 10th, 2016

Moving... And coming Home.

So a little over a week and a half ago, we closed on our new house. It's a wonderful 1940 bungalow on 1.73 acres with absolutely no neighbors nearby. The nearest neighbor is easily a quarter mile or more away.

After we closed, we brought Dante, Max and Aries' urns over and they were the very first things to be unpacked in our new home. They look right at home on the mantle, surrounded by their photos.

We then spent the next 3.5 days actually moving the rest of our stuff. We are still trying to figure out how two 15 ft UHaul truck loads and then some fit into a 700 sqft townhouse. After we got the big things, like the bookcases, the buffet, etc, I spent the next week, going back and forth, hauling odds and ends from the townhouse to the house and cleaning it. Last Friday, we made the final trip, grabbing the bikes and closed the door on the townhouse for good.

Now I'm trying to figure out where everything fits in this 1266 sqft home of ours. The living room is really the only room that's 90% setup as it'll be. I'm in the process of arranging the studio/office, it's about 50% of the way there. Heh. Then there's all the books to unpack and put back up on the bookshelves, all the photos and prints to figure out where they will hang, some painting to do...

Oh and mowing the nearly 1 acre of open grass. Yeah. I accidentally broke our new lawnmower the day after we just put it together, 3 days after we bought it. So we had to take that back and exchange it. So 75% of the yard is mowed so far.}:P

So far, it's been like Christmas. Everyday, we discover something new here at Five Oaks (I did mention that the property was named }:P ). Sunday, it was that we have grapes! Today, it was that we may actually have Mulberry trees! And the stars on a clear night! Wow. And the frogs and bullfrogs in the ponds below us... It honestly still feels like a vacation.

It's an itty bitty Peach! Woo!  #nofilter  #fruittree #fruittrees #peach #garden #fiveoaks #dantesspirit
Itty Bitty Peach!


There's a Catbird nest with 4 eggs in the cedar bush directly outside the back door, so we moved the walkway out further, to give the birds a touch of privacy. Morrigan has discovered them and now camps out in the windows on the back porch. Free cat TV. Heh.


Two owners ago, they buried a beloved cat in the back corner, complete with stone marker. The previous owners scattered the ashes of their beloved German Sheps there as well. So the plan is to turn that corner into a memorial garden. We brought Puck, Rue and Nyx's stones with us and will be placing them there, as well as selecting nice memorial stones from my collection for Dante, Max and Aries.


Still need to plant my Irises along the front of the front porch, got the compost bin set up, now need to lay out the garden area, plant the rest of our plants we brought with us and figure out where we want to put our new apple and pear trees and the future pecan trees we want to add, as well as clear the right back 'field/wild brush' area as well, thin out some of the sumac/paradise trees and bittersweet vines trying to take over in that area. Oh, and get the ivy off of Fezzik, our beloved 400+ year old White Oak next to the house. Speaking of irises, someone who lived here absolutely *loved* irises. They are everywhere! And in colors I didn't have.


So, as of right now...

Bird tally so far- Cardinals, Titmouse, Nuthatch, Catbird, Redwinged Blackbird, Goldfinches, Purple/House Finches, Blue Jay, Mourning Dove, Robins, Carolina Wrens, Sparrows, Chickadees, Pileated Woodpecker, Indigo Buntings...

All the birds at the townhouse and then some.}:P Seen Crows around but not in the yard yet. Canadian Geese and goslings in the field in front of us and a Redshouldered Hawk soaring overhead.

AND a Crane/Heron (couldn't *quite* tell which) flew over from the ponds as well.

Fruit/Nut tally so far- Plums, Peaches, Apples, Pear, Black Walnuts, Blackberries, Strawberries- the 5 plants I brought with me are producing- GRAPES, Quince, potentially Cherries and maybe Mulberries too.

In the near future, we want to get chickens as well. And look into solar power.


I'd say we are well on our way to being as self-sufficient as we possibly can be.}:P


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Jan. 14th, 2015

Townsman of a stiller town

Do you know how odd it is to be able to eat a bowl of cereal and not have Aries begging for the milk? To not have *any* cat begging for the bowl when you're finished? To be able to finish in peace and drink every bit of that milk. It feels so wrong.


Had a funky dream this morning. My parents, of all people, were throwing a social gathering type event and had invited, along with a bunch of people I didn't recognise, one of my favorite bands. It took place at a location that was a combination of my hometown, my parents' place and where I now live. And hey, guess what, I was just as self conscious and antisocial in the dream as I would have been around them in real life. Yeah. Stupid subconscious.




Been working on weaving dicebag shells. 16 finished so far, with a future evening bag shell made and another on the loom. Not bad for only 14 days into the new year.


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Dec. 31st, 2014

Tomorrow...



Max and Aries would have been 19 years old.




I miss them.




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Oct. 14th, 2014

Life is twisty.

Saturday was 3 weeks since we lost Aries.

Saturday we brought home this sweet, old lady.



Her name is Sassy. She’s 15yrs old, purebred Siamese. Tiny, less than 5 lbs and oh so loving. Her previous owners, the wife developed an allergy to their pets, so they have to rehome them and knew we’d give her an excellent home for however long she decides to stay with us.

She and Morrigan are still studiously ignoring each other, but that’ll take time, naturally. She came from a home with dogs, so there were and are no issues with Caena.

I told Mark, she’s an excellent interim cat, if that makes sense. We won’t have her for nearly 20 yrs like we did Max and Aries and will Morrigan, but she’s got a home for however long it’ll be and she’s an excellent bridge between the lose of Aries (and Max in 2013) and our next 20 yr cats with Morrigan.



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Oct. 9th, 2014

Keeping busy...

Last night's Criminal Minds made me cry.

It's not their fault, they had no way of knowing that seeing the closeup of the white goo in a syringe and going down an IV tube (a murderer was executed on last night's episode) would flash me back to when Aries passed on. I completely lost it.

Last night, I heard Aries coming down the stairs again. I turned to Mark and said, please tell me you heard Aries coming down the stairs. He said he thought it was Morrigan. Morrigan doesn't make *that* particular sound when she comes down the stairs.

A few days ago, I turned to him and said I swore Morrigan was sitting behind me, because something just pawed at my chair seat like they wanted up on my desk or in my lap.

It's been a rough week. Not as rough as the week before, because Aries' ashes came home Monday- they were put with Max's in the same beautiful urn handmade by Urns over on Etsy- the same person who made Dante's urn as well, with Rosemary for remembrance and Catnip for both of them. Then it was sealed up. There was likely room for Morrigan when it's her time, but we'd already decided it was more fitting that this one have just Aries and Max and the next have Morrigan and Caena.

I've been doing a lot of little projects lately, trying to keep busy and not think so much. Sometimes it works, other times, not so much.

So I’ve been weaving shells for dice bags to keep myself occupied and to try to stop thinking Those Thoughts so much.



The two large red/gold ones are for Yule gifts. The smaller one was subsequently claimed by Mark.



Finished half size dice bag that Mark claimed.



Other dice bag shells that I did this past week and a half. One of the green, one of the red/grey and the blue are for Yule gifts. The rest are up for grabs when they’re finished. Otherwise, they'll go in the stash for Mysticon 2016. Yeah, I'm hoping to do a merchandise table there. We'll see.


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Oct. 6th, 2014

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Aries comes home today.




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Oct. 2nd, 2014

Ghosts and memories

There are a lot of ghosts in this house. There are a lot of memories as well.


Max and Aries, 2010


Mark says he saw Aries in the window on Sunday. I saw Max in the bedroom last week. I watched Aries walk into the bedroom last night. We agree that Max came for Aries.

Everywhere I look, there he is. Figuratively. The mat by the back door where he'd gouged it out, sharpening his claws. Heading up the stairs, his butt and tail at the top, laying in the hallway. Laying on the squishy bathmat in the bathroom. Sitting in the kitchen window.

On my desk, purring, sleeping and still managing to take up all the space. Putting my hand to sleep by laying across my wrist. Blocking the computer screen by simply sitting there.

On the arm of the couch. Then walking across us to the other arm. Sitting on the coffee table, or even laying there, just watching us, waiting to be fed for the evening. Pawing at the back of either of our chairs to let us know that heu, he wants in our laps or on my desk.

On the bed, sleeping. On the dresser, either eating dry food, sleeping or looking out the window. Next to my pillow at night, somehow managing to hog the upper part of the bed- I still find myself making room for him to stretch out.

Outside on the porch. Sitting in the grass, chewing on blades of grass. Under the butterfly bush, just chilling out. Walking down the sidewalk, sniffing as he goes.

Burying his head in the catnip plant. Watching the birds.

It'll take quite awhile for these ghost to settle.

It always does.


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Sep. 30th, 2014

Random.

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.

$2531.98.

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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Jan. 15th, 2014

[Semi] Daily Photo

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Aries kitty. Jan 2014




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Jan. 9th, 2014

One Year Ago Today

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I miss you, you crotchety ol' man kitty.



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Jan. 1st, 2014

Happy New Year and Happy Birthday

To Aries, who is 18 years old today.

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Here's to several more years with your lovable, sometimes grumpy, clingy purr monster self.


Today also would have been Max's 18th birthday. Instead, in 8 days, it'll be exactly one year since he left us. I still miss you so much, buddy. I hope you and Dante are having fun together.

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Dec. 30th, 2013

Random from the last week.

Tuesday of last week (Christmas Eve) we headed up to New Jersey. Had chinese for dinner that night. Very good food at the Fortune Cookie in Medford Lakes.

Spent a nice Christmas with Mark's family, his uncle and aunt from California cooked a great dinner for us, Mark's parents and his Grandpop. We ate too much, as per usual.

Thursday, trekked over to Cherry Hill to visit a Wegman's grocery store (well, Marketplace they call it) for the first time ever. Discovered two things- we don't like Cherry Hill people- rude, snobby types, and we don't care for Wegman's either. We liked the deli side where the cafe and seafood was, but the rest we don't care for. Also went by Woolbearer's in Mt Holly, to see about a tabletop loom. They didn't have what I wanted on hand and I wasn't comfortable leaving my credit card number and not knowing the exact cost (they couldn't/wouldn't tell me shipping), so we left empty handed- I don't need more yarn after all. I know, it shocked Mark too.) and came home, whereupon, after a snack of meats and cheeses with the Parents In Law, I found one on sale online and ordered it, for cheaper than it would have been through Woolbearer's- even with shipping, it was still less than full price. Yeah. It should be here this Friday and I'll get to spend the weekend cursing it as I try to learn to set it up.}:P

Friday, Mark and I went to Philly and visited the Italian Market (again), where we went to DiBruno Bros (again), got cheeses - Mark got a wedge of Gorgonzola Piccante- all his, I hate blue cheese, I got a wedge of Capricho Cabra Plain- sooo good, and we'll share the half log of Homemade Sweet Soppressata. I also got a slab of Italian Noughet. We also went to the Spice Corner (again), and picked up at least half dozen more herbs and spice mixes. Then we found the Fante's store, where Mark got a 1lb of coffee (that I promptly forgot to put in the cooler yesterday morning and that his sister will be bringing back for us, along with my bookmark, since I finished my book and it fell to the floor when I got up to put my book in my bag. Yeah.) and I got a manual ravioli mold for overstuffed 2" ravioli. On the way back, we stopped in one of the butcher's there and picked up a whole rabbit, which I had quartered and Wednesday, I'll braise half of it for dinner. Wandered South Street for a little bit after that.

Friday night, the SiL, BiL, and niece arrived with their dog, Ashe. That night the FiL grilled out some very tasty ribs. Caena and Ashe could not get enough of playing and chasing each other in the backyard.

Saturday, we had Grandpop's 100th birthday party. Yes, 100th. The man is an android. He'll likely outlive us all. Heh. Crown Plaza Hotel in Cherry Hill- so posh and elegant. I have photos, I just need to upload them. 100+ people at this party, almost all related to each other in some way. We knew maybe 15. Yeah. Mark got to catch up with a couple cousins he hasn't seen since they were all teenagers and grew up together- roughly 30 years. They moved out to California and lost touch. It was nice putting faces to the names, finally. All in all, it was a very nice birthday party. Lots of awards and letters from various officials and organizations for Grandpop.

Sunday, we came home. In the pouring rain. Yup. Apparently, Aries decided to go on a semi- hunger strike and didn't want to eat for Alex while we were gone. He did eat though, as he hasn't lost weight and has no mouth issues. It appears, he did not approve of the dry food we left for them, in addition to the raw. So we got a bag of the regular dry food and he chowed it right down. He was also typical very clingy kitty last night. Morrigan was Morrigan. She hacked up a hairball on my desk while we were gone in retaliation for leaving them. Yup. Typical Morrigan.

Ok, that's the good stuff.

Tuesday, we got news straight from Mark's parents that his mom has been diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's. They've known for a few months but wanted to tell us all in person. On a scale of 1 to 10, with 1 being the lowest, for severity, she's currently a 2. They have her on meds to hopefully slow it down some. But they realize, there is NO cure. There is NO miracle drug that can stop this. It will, eventually, kill her. Hopefully, it's in another 20 years or so.

Called my mom last night tolet her know we made it home safely and found out my dad had another A-Fib episode yesterday. He is currently in the hospital for observation, as they could not find a cause yesterday and wanted to run more tests, as well as check out his defibrillator for malfunctions. Mom will be calling later this evening, hopefully with updates.


And that was my week. How was yours?



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Jun. 22nd, 2013

Caturday- Aries and Morrigan

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They've started sleeping near each other more lately. Something they only did when Max was around. Lately, they've been together on the bed. But this was too good of a photo opportunity to pass up.

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Apr. 10th, 2013

So, this and that.

Got around to doing the April Daring Cooks Challenge last night. It wasn't as difficult as it seemed. Only took 15 minutes to do the main part. And man was it good too. No, I can't tell you what it is for 4 more days.

I have all my windows open and have had them open, day and night, for the past two days. This is nice. Aries and Morrigan are loving it.

The forsythia out back is in full bloom. The mock oranges are leafing out. The Wisteria vines on the fence, that I can see from my desk, are loaded with flower buds that get larger by the day. Most of the irises have all come back and several of the daffodils and narcissus have either finally bloomed or will soon.

Whatever was causing Caena's skin issues seems to be ever so slowly clearing up, finally.

Almost finished with a new cuff. Just doing the last of the beadwork, then it can get photographed today for listing this evening. This was a fun cuff.

Hee!


Mark got me a real Mah Jongg set. Hee. Now I just need to learn how to really play.

And I turned 40 today.


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Mar. 24th, 2013

It's a hard life...



Being Caena. It's hard holding that pillow down and the couch that threatens to run away.



It's hard being an Aries too. So much lovins, so little time.



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Feb. 11th, 2013

So tired.

It's been essentially nonstop since Friday. And not going to be much better for this week either.

Friday, I packed up nearly every book in the bedroom. 7 boxes worth. And we're not talking small boxes either. One I couldn't move by myself and neither could Mark, it took both of us.

Then I moved 2 3 shelf, 3 foot long bookcases, 5 shelf book case, both end tables, the pseudoclock/bookshelf, and miscellaneous odds and ends.

When he got home, we moved the last box, and he took apart the bed. That night, we slept on the mattress set on the floor- after vacuuming the carpet for a last time again.

Sat saw us moving the mattress set out, after we took the drawers out of the dresser and chest of drawers, then we moved them, the upstairs TV and cable box to the center of the room, covered with plastic and primed the walls and ceiling with Kilz. The outside walls were done twice. The areas were the mold/mildew was, was done in three coats. Luckily the topcoats of actual color will also be mildew resistant. If that doesn't stop it, nothing will.

Then the dressers were moved and the mattresses put back down for the night.

Sunday, I took Caena over to the InLaws so the dust and potential mold/mildew spores that may have been in the carpet wouldn't irritate her when we were tearing the carpet out. She had a puppy play date in other words. She's looking immensely better and it's only been 2 weeks since we got rid of the mold/mildew. Note to self- give her a bath today.

When I got home, Mark had moved the mattresses and started in on the carpet. 3/4 was gone already, bagged up and out of the house. Between the 2 of us it took another 3 hours to get the rest out, get the staples out of the floor, pull up the tack strips and nails, then scrub the floor twice, mop it again for good measure, moving the dressers, TV and cable box twice in the process and then, finally dropping the mattresses back on the floor again.

Needless to say, the cats are freaked out right now, especially Aries.

This week, I paint the room. I like to paint, so no biggie doing it by myself. Mark will help with the ceiling. (Valspar Waverly Classics Blue Sail for the wall, Nordic Blue for the trim and Blue Boy for the ceiling, from Lowes. )

Sometime this summer, we'll see about renting a floor sander and sanding the wood floors up there, they are that screwed up in a few areas. Doing it by hand is out of the question. Then we'll restain and seal it to match the downstairs and hallway.

Then we get to do the back bedroom. Whee fun. If we ever own our own house again, we'll be pros at this.

I don't think my body remembers how NOT to ache or be stiff anymore.}:/ And to top it off, yesterday I woke up with a slightly sore throat. *sigh* And thanks to being so worn out, I'm constantly seeing Max out of the corner of my eye, laying on the floor right behind my chair. It's disconcerting to say the least.



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Jan. 29th, 2013

My Aries buddy

No, nothing's happened to him, other than not getting his morning ration of cream on time.







Hard to believe he's 17 yrs old too.



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