Category: life

The Post Office

In an attempt to get back into blogging regularly, I offer to you a story of my 45 minutes at the post office. I typically avoid going to the post office, because the experience is usually full of the following elements:

  • Poor Customer Service
  • Germs
  • Chaos
  • Confusion
  • Lines
  • Annoyed People
  • General Frustration

Today was no exception. (more…)

Today I almost fell into a trashcan

My attempts at work productivity were being thwarted by the fact that my office was a mess. I’ve been feeling this way all week, and at approximately 9:32 this morning, the feeling overwhelmed me to the point that I stopped all work and started rearranging everything. All papers to be sorted in a “SORT ME” box, wipe down the desk with Pledge, vacuum up some cat fur, put all yarn leftovers on the ironing board… and why don’t I rearrange all the furniture and move the bookshelf from the bedroom into the office so I have more storage?

IMG_8305-764x1024It was while I was reconnecting all my USB cables that the incident occurred. I had bent over to pick up the last cord, when I tipped backward just a little too much, and my bum was greeted by a little teal trashcan, precariously standing directly in my path. Luckily I was able to grab onto the bookshelf before I fell into the trashcan, but a very peculiar thing had already happened…

The sensation of the back of my legs hitting the edge of the trashcan had triggered memories of being a kid and peeing in a bucket… You see, a bucket is very useful when you have kids. It can be a sand castle maker, a robot head, a puke receptacle, a portable toilet… the list goes on. My family had lots of buckets, and apparently I have vivid memories of peeing in them… Peeing in a bucket during fishing trips in Papa’s “aluminum can boat” when I didn’t want to jump in the lake… Peeing in a bucket in the back of someone’s truck at Mardi Gras – it was cold so I was bundled up, but then I had to coordinate standing in the back of the truck, undoing all my layers, and then balance on the bucket so that I neither fell in or fall off and tip the bucket over.

Of course it’s not about peeing in the bucket that makes those memories fond ones. They’re times with family and friends, good food and music, lots of noise and laughter. And I don’t care how I keep those memories vivid and fresh, they’re warm and wonderful, and I appreciate anything that triggers happy times with family and friends.

Thanks, little teal trashcan, for some really good memories today. :)

+1 to the zoo

Today’s post is bunch of mindless aww and squee. Sorry for all the gushyness. I’ll be back to regular posting later this week. :)

My roommate adopted a puppy. Her name is Presley and she’s a 7-week-old lab/pit mix. She’s getting along with my pup, River, just fine. The cats are still deliberating about their feelings on the matter.

Thanksgiving at the Cabin

Every year we have holidays at the family cabin. It’s refreshingly removed from all civilization, quiet and rural, and gives everyone some time to just sit back and relax for a few days. Extra bonus- I get lots of knitting done.

 

adopting a puppy

I’m adopting a puppy tomorrow. This puppy. She’s 5 months old and has no name. I’m going to bring her home, name her, teach her to fetch and socialize with other dogs, give her a comfy and safe bed, let her chase the cats (just a bit… it’s good for them), feed her well, take her for adventures in this dog-friendly city, and love her unconditionally. And she’ll be good for me, too. :)

The mind of a 4-year-old

We’re playing “what kind of animal am I?” in the car on the way to the airport. We’ve had rabbits, ants, beavers, skunks, giraffes, and fish. Then it’s Tyler’s turn:

“I’m an animal that lives in your nose and when I come out, you have to get me with a tissue.”

“A booger?!”

“Yes!”

“Boogers aren’t animals!”

“Yes they are!!”

Oh, the mind of a 4 year old.

When your cat reacts unexpectedly to sedatives

I think that, somewhere internally, I knew that the process involved in moving cross-country would inevitably involve some trial and error and result in me learning many things about myself and others that I did not know.

I did not, however, plan to stay up for hours with a cat who was completely tripping out, unsuccessfully trying to shush him, while a house full of people tried to sleep.

Tau, my orange kitten who is exactly the opposite of Lion (what his name means), gets extremely anxious in the car. When he’s in the car, his meow begins to sound like a Beagle’s howl… a non-stopping, shrill Beagle howl. If in his crate, he thrashes around and continually smashes his head up against the sides. If out of his crate (and I only tried this once…), he proceeds to crawl to the top of my head, lodge his nails into my skull, and his Beagle howl turns into more of a fire siren, so that the whole world understands the awful situation he is in.

Knowing this, and knowing that I have to drive from Orlando to Austin, I called the vet a few weeks back. I explained the situation and my desire for Tau and myself to both safely arrive to Austin, all fur and heads in tact. The vet said she’d prescribe a sedative for him, and that we’d be all good. Fantastic.

When I stopped by to pick up his sedative, the receptionist mentioned I may want to test out the sedative on Tau a few days before the move. “Just to make sure he reacts okay,” she said. “Some people find out their cat needs this plus anti-anxiety medications to really calm down. You’d rather not find that out on our drive to Austin.” God bless the receptionist…

Last night I decided would be a perfect time to try out the sedative. I was doing a final pack of things in the apartment, and as my bed was already in the moving truck, the cats and I were going to stay at a friend’s house. Car ride, new house, new smells – a perfect time to try out this sedative.

So around 9:30 at night, I gave Tau his pill. He took it well, then had some water and a piece of cheese as a treat. About 30 minutes later, it had kicked in slightly, and his coordination began to be impaired as he chased around his catnip mouse. It was mostly hilarious- he seemed to be enjoying himself, and it was rather funny to watch.

At about 10:30, Tau was in his crate, ready to go into the car, and wasn’t fussing. “This is great!” I thought. “He’s usually squalling by now – this is perfect!” I thought.

The car ride, too, was uneventful. He hissed once, but I had also flashed a bright light in his eyes accidentally while trying to check on him, so I didn’t worry about it. The Beagle-like howl was nowhere to be heard.

I got to my friend’s house, unloaded the car, and took in the cats. This is where Tau went from calm, slightly inebriated kitty, to completely freaked out, tripped out, hissing, spitting, crazed kitty. He hissed at everything. Me, Yuki, my friend Jon, the door, the bed, the sheet on the bed, his crate, the bowl of food, his feather toy, Jon’s computer, Jon’s closet, Jon’s shoes… In between all this hissing was a constant, low growl that occasionally would get high pitched and loud. We decided Tau and Yuki needed space to explore the room and get comfortable, so Jon and I left the room.

Upon returning we found Tau in an even more elevated state. He wanted to run around, but his coordination was completely off, and every time he fell over, it freaked him out and he would hiss. He had hissed and growled at Yuki so much that she was now hiding under a cabinet and was hissing at anything that moved. I picked him up and he hissed and spit and growled until I put him down, which did nothing to improve his mood.

Eventually we decided that maybe if we turned off the lights and went to bed, that he would calm down and lay down, too. After about 2 hours of constant meowing/hissing/growling, I finally gave up on sleep and sat on the floor with Tau. I held him, I pet him, I tried to get him to play with the feather. I fed him treats, I gave him water, I put him under the blanket (which he normally likes). Nothing even remotely worked.

To make the situation even more problematic, the house I was staying in inhabits 4 other people – all of whom had also gone to bed. So I spent the entire night sitting on the floor with my cat, trying to prevent him from waking up the house, and trying to console him enough to calm down on his own. At 7:30 this morning, I gave up any hope of sleeping, and brought him back to the apartment with me so I could conclude packing. He hissed and spat and meowed all the way until about 10am. Even after the meds wore off, he was in an ornery mood, hissing anytime something moved. Finally, at noon, he calmed down, laid on the carpet, and fell asleep.

So I laid on the floor next to him and slept until I heard him meowing again. 

The vet is prescribing something different for Tau, which I will get and test on him tomorrow. I can only hope that tonight I’ll get sleep, and that tomorrow the new meds will actually work as expected.

Just some thoughts

Don’t make your employees feel bad for vouching for other employees.
Don’t act as if your time is more important than everyone else’s. This IS obvious, regardless of how “good” you are at covering it up.
Don’t be fake nice. It’s better to be genuine.
When you hear people whispering about you in the hallways, instead of jumping to conclusions of how they are horrible people, ask yourself instead, “Who am I being that is make people react in this way?”

Tinkering

My parents let us tinker. I helped my dad with power tools. I carried and moved around bricks with bare hands and bare feet, and made my own little pathway in the yard. I dug with sticks in dirt, climbed trees, sat on the roof, picked up bugs, caught lizards, ran around, played with fire, baited my own hook, and caught my own fish. Sure, sometimes we hurt ourselves, and yep, I have a few scars from my childhood, but I learned and explored and discovered my independence more than the people my age who have no scars.
Tinkering = creativity and learning. Let your kids be dangerous.