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Thursday, June 1st, 2017 02:26 pm
In the BC era -- before Carrie -- Christine would come into the front room to drink her coffee, and Luigi would follow. Luigi would sit on my lap, and Christine and i would chat a little as i worked. Then there was Carrie, whose safe space was the front room where i work. Luigi dared not come in. He looked in once or twice, but Carrie would get excited, and that was that.

Luigi has always had a very loud and whiny me-yowl (more than a simple meow), and in this BC era Luigi has found just the most irritating and attention getting pitch and volume. He also has more complaining vocalization, a grumbly and short mow-mow-mow-mow. Carrie is the target of the grumbles and the attention getting vocalization might be targeted at Carrie as well, or perhaps us. "There's a DOG! There's a DOG! Why is there a DOG?!"

Yesterday, Christine took Carrie to the dog park, and Luigi promptly came in, marked everything, and sat in my lap for a while. There was grumbling, and a hiss or two at the empty bed. This morning, Christine joined me for coffee and Luigi followed her to the doorway. Loud complaining at the dog. Carrie moved a bit towards Luigi but Luigi held his ground. Eventually Luigi settled down into the feline roosting position and just kept complaining. Carrie kept looking at us quizzically. Once, Carrie barked, and we told her to hush. As Luigi also became quiet, though, Christine wondered at whether this was actually an exchange we should encourage.

And then Luigi got up and sauntered over to me! Lap time, with the dog in the room! This counts as lovely progress.
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Monday, January 30th, 2017 08:33 am
My dreams tend to have surreal landscapes. Last night's involved river-like waters and odd fishing. The night before i dreamed of a new home that had a second cottage attached. I was finally checking out the cottage and it was a maze of additions and ad hoc construction, including a school bus. It was furnished in a weird sort of dollar store luxury, odd dog kennels built in (and then i would see how plastic laundry baskets and towels were involved. And then we discovered that an older women (or women?) still lived in the maze.

I'm not sure why i would want to remember my dreams. I have a strong sense that the visual symbolism is not tightly coupled to the process that is occurring: the seeking and exploring experience seems more significant.

However, sleeping in the past two mornings i actually have snippets to remember, so there's that.

Friday night Carrie and i went over to my sisters, ostensibly to go for a walk. Instead i plopped down and had a few glasses of wine with my sister. Yesterday morning i spent with my sister at my parents, ostensibly to go through a pile of my mother's craft stuff. I cam home with block printing tools and stuff to preserve flowers. My sister: much more stuff.

We also had a long chat with my Dad who remains distressed about his mother's husband, C. C was scheduled to come home from rehab this week, but had yet another stroke. Meanwhile, Dad's mother has been paying all C's bills (including his broker bills), running her into an overdraft state. I think Dad's resolved the urgent part, but he's anxious about getting C's sister to pay his mother back. All in all he's anxious about C and his people exploiting his mother's generosity. (And C is not in need of financial generosity to survive.) (Although Grandmámá's gifts of gold to C ... eyeroll.) The long story of how C has only partially managed his affairs, such as appointing those responsible for financial & health decisions, but not telling them and not being willing to tell my father who they are, just leads to more indignation.
Because now i'm indignant that this man's selfishness and paranoia puts my dad in the uncomfortable situation of being the competent person on the scene with no authority. I know C has accused my dad of being after my grandmother's money, and dealing with such accusations weighs heavily on my father.

And, this is very comfortable middle class money: my grandmother worked for the phone company when it was an monopoly. We're not talking fiscal empires here.

The rest of the afternoon and evening i just relaxed. We did take Carrie for a walk at the walking track at the near by community college.

At home for me, elephants have been a concern. The rest of the clowder have had their own small dramas: Greycie Loo is coming out of the traumatized reaction to her teeth cleaning. Carrie was going to be spayed, but after being left at the vet, it turned out the vet & back up vets were unwell.

I've finally settled up for my road trip with Carrie, reserving places for us to stay. I remain closed up, not reaching out to family other than those here and not reaching out to friends. Hard for me to parse what is going on with that. The governance issues of this country can't be blamed for everything -- yet ....

[and then i had to go about my day]
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Sunday, January 22nd, 2017 08:54 am
Due to a combination of triggers, elephants had a rough handful of days. Greycie Loo, too, had a tooth cleaning. Between her vet visit and the cleaning it looks like she smashed her face into something breaking a tooth and chipping a few others. Dog scare seems the most likely cause, so i'm feeling a little guilty about that.

A major trigger looms on the horizon for the elephants (and my mother & father, depressingly enough): we'll be clear in two weeks, i expect.

Carrie Dog has a bit of surgery ahead. We did ask about laparoscopic spaying, but, wow, a bit much. I hope Carrie can do some dog park activity before then so we can get an idea of whether she's OK with dog parks. On Tuesday Carrie goes to play with Christine's sister's new puppy: that should be a good outing for them.

I will be talking some time off and have a road trip, just me and the Carrie Dog, so there's that for me to look forward to. It will be just a handful of days after her surgery: i hope we're able to relax and not be stressed about stitches management, etc.

I need to become more attentive to the garden. Seeds have all arrived, it's time to start collards and plant peas. I spent time on the raised bed yesterday: not enough time, due to rain. Today, rain or not, i need to make progress. I've 50 lbs of fescue seed for the orchard, 100 lbs of lime for the garden and, well, everywhere, and some clover seed. It's not natives, but my goal is to defeat the stilt grass. I'd been worried about the chickweed and the hairy bittercress before i ID'ed them: it was clear these were weeds on a mission. They are low growing winter annuals, neither introduced plant is yet considered invasive here. Still, i'll see how much of the chickweed rakes up before putting down the grass seed.

I'm tempted to skip Meeting, but there are donations i need to take for a collection.

I'm doing bits of civic minded work. A small group has organized in my workplace, and i'm setting up the google group etc for them. (I did offer a mailing list that wasn't google, but everyone preferred the tech giant to not.) I'm not sure what i was expecting: maybe with time we can talk about bias in our own workplace. It's more an Indivisible group than a Showing Up for Racial Justice (SURJ) group. Ladt night i listened to a phone call sponsored by the AFSC: https://www.afsc.org/sanctuaryeverywhere I think the concept behind #SanctuaryEverywhere is what i was thinking about with safety pins.

Ugh: just thinking about #SanctuaryEverywhere makes me think about the ComingEvent and the myriad of unpleasant side distractions that are involved. The seed of the ComingEvent is my Grandmámá's 100th birthday: her husband's illness, her husband's family, miscellaneous Florida family, and awareness of less than progressive qualities in Florida all lead to a dampening of enthusiasm around what ought to be a delightful celebration.
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Sunday, September 11th, 2016 08:58 am
Christine was up very late last night and i ended up sleeping in to an hour that didn't easily allow going out to work in the yard. Instead, i started up the stew for tonight. As i waited for the pressure cooker to reach it's working temperature, Greycie Lou came and mewed at me. She's no Lassie, but i asked what was wrong and followed her, to the couch. Ah, so i came and sat and she delighted in scritches and pettings. How sweet to be invited!

Right now she seems to avoid the bedroom as it is Edward's kingdom (in which Luigi often intrudes). Greycie seems to rule the living room, and Luigi also hangs out in here. Poor Luigi, i wish he had a kingdom, but he's not much for territoriality. (I suppose being the third to join the family, and only just a year ago, he's still negotiating.) Luigi does visit me in the front room during the workday far more often than the others. The bed in there is covered with random linens as i sort out how to store them. You'd think a cat would be loving that, but no. None of the cats ever get on that bed of their own free will: Luigi is sleeping under it on a fold-up yoga mat.

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Yesterday we followed through on our original plans to take my mother out to eat to celebrate her birthday, just my sister L and i. We went to a local farm-to-fork white table cloth restaurant. In keeping with the old mill stylings, the tables were actually reclaimed wood with no cloth. L & Mom had no idea that the place was there. We made gentle fun of my father's dining preference performance ("Oh, do you just have a bowl of rice and beans with onion on the side?") as we indulged in an very indulgent cheese plate, and then delighted through our entrees. Desert was an extra bergamot Earl Grey creme brulee shared amongst us, brought with a candle. Mom was overcome by the whole thing as we plied her with prosecco and pottery.

Mom has this slight edge of bewilderment about her that sorrows me, but she also delighted in seeing sister L and I together: her two adult daughters. We must do more of this.

I took Mom home (Dad had driven off in her car for some reason, and she hasn't gotten comfortable with the other car) and listened to her stream of consciousness worry. I wish i knew how to introduce her to some sort of inner peace.

--== ∞ ==--

It turns out the county may pay for 3/4 for a rain garden and water barrels, if the water barrels are over 250 gal. I made a rough estimate of how much water our roof collects in an average year: multiple 250 gal collectors wouldn't be silly. Given how much processing our well water requires, and a deep instilled instinct for self sufficiency, i am attracted to collecting the rain even sans drought conditions. We are planning a turf lawn for the "back yard" -- a fenced area behind the garage and to the west of the house. Hearing how frequently one should water to get turf established is an inspiration in finding alternative water sources.
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Friday, August 26th, 2016 09:56 am
The cool dry evenings have faded and the dew point is back above 70℉. Back to being smothered with a wet pillow. On the last night with open window, i think i forgot to take my antihistamine. Yesterday, my head ached and i generally felt miserable. I ended up sleeping most of the afternoon.

Before giving up on the day, though, i went out to water at lunch time. I noticed that there are fewer of the "Rose of Sharon" Hibiscus syriacus blossoms. I'll see if it was the cool nights but i suspect that the summer show is shutting down. The crepe myrtles, butterfly bush, and pink magnolia all seem to continue as they have for weeks, though.

Roadsides have goldenrod and boneset as well as sunflowers. Queen Anne's lace seems curled up. I noticed some boneset just down the road from our drive: i will collect some seed for my septic field meadow. It's still most likely that if a yellow flutter catches my eye, it's one of the many tiger swallowtails that have had a population boom this year. Once though it's been a leaf from the tulip poplar. There goes another. I've noticed some American plane trees looking golden and some dogwoods with some bronzed leaves.

Leaf raking hadn't been an envisioned task, ever, but apparently it's pretty important for moss gardens.

The light seems to herald evening before i get off work.

Christine's grief from Mr M's death a year ago is refreshened: we will mark the day tomorrow.
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Thursday, July 21st, 2016 12:47 pm
I did ponder how much this move was going to create less time in my life. time sinks )

--== ∞ ==--

This week my brother's family is visiting. Read more... )After dinner, the boys went to play XBox and I took niece S to visit Edward, the one cat not in hiding.

four year old vs cat! )

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Christine managed her spoons very carefully in California. Read more... )

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I had a headache yesterday Read more... )
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Tuesday, April 19th, 2016 05:42 am
Edward is a 20 lb cat. When he tromps across you, you know it.

There was no tromping last night! Did he settle down? Did he not dare go near Greycie Loo?

Or did he slide open the deck door and let his own self out. He was home this morning, so that's reassuring. We want to get him used to staying in overnight before our cross country drive.

Tonight, we must check the door locks.
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Wednesday, March 23rd, 2016 05:44 am
Up and down, up and down. Christine had a much easier day yesterday. I tried walking a mile from the office to the train station: my feet were unhappy. How much was stretching them off and on all day at work is hard to know. Also, i suspect my compression wrapping.

Poor feet. They love being unconstrained by shoes, toes wiggling away in the air. I wonder if i can find supportive sandals....

We've found a few other places that are quite nice: http://www.zillow.com/homedetails/1761-Russell-Chapel-Church-Rd-Pittsboro-NC-27312/74946762_zpid/?view=public is gleaming at the top of the wish list at the moment. (What is the restrictive covenant, i wonder, and is there decent bandwidth?)

--==∞==--

Um.

The realtor is drawing up the offer. We've all agreed to ignore that the covenants limit to two cats. (No limit on dogs. I guess Edward will be a dog.) (How can you limit to two cats but twelve chickens -- you could have twelve roosters but only two cats??) (Covenant expires in October 2017.)

So, other than the cat thing (note: Mountain View zoning limits to two cats, when we were in Philly we weren't supposed to have any pets but the landlord said not to worry about it), it looks like a lovely piece of North Carolina heaven.

Or hell in July and August, 'cause i am going to DIE in the humidity, but....

OMG i can't believe we are making an offer on a house. (There's one offer for the house above already and there might be others tomorrow - there were seven showings today.)
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Monday, January 18th, 2016 05:52 am
Both boyos - our two orange cats Luigi and Edward - have gone walkabout this wet morning. Edward usually goes out, but he was hesitating when confronted with the wet. I left the door open and went to the deck, where i slid the glass door open, the familiar sound reverberating in the morning silence. The boyos stayed considering the wet until they heard Greycie Loo's bell jingle as she trotted down the hall. Dash away, went Luigi. Edward gave one look back and followed.

I made tea.

Once done, i stood on the landing for a few minutes, listening. My eyes picked out a planet bright above me, and a satellite crossing -- i thought, but the approach would be wrong for a pre dawn illuminated satellite as our landing faces west. It winked out overhead, but that must have been the clouds thickening. Hmm.

The yard was filled with the sound of dripping water and steam rose from my teacup. We'll give them some time out and about. I hope Luigi has the sense to come home promptly, so Christine's day does not start with cat worries.
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Wednesday, December 16th, 2015 06:25 am
More rain is coming, and it's churlish to complain. Although it's made picking out something to do next Monday a challenge. Art museums are closed - that was the top of the list - and it doesn't look like pleasant weather to visit Yosemite.

[personal profile] a_muse_d: it looks like you really have rain headed your way. Thinking of you.

I have been incommunicado. I have revised my assessment and now think this is 60% depression and not just the cold. My resistance to communication (replying to comments, email) is one significant symptom. Yes, thank you for the well wishes! I'm receiving, just not sending. This morning journaling is an attempt to break that habit. (It's not that big a break.)

Yesterday i ran the bright, bright light, and that helped immensely. With the rain coming i will need to be extra intentional about getting light.

Regarding the other 40%, i've some strategies. My lungs are clear, and i am not in an asthma flare. The doctor suspects a sinus infection and suggests using the "rescue" inhaler as a prophylactic. I need to get out and walk, and taking the inhaler in advance seems a good plan. Similarly, before meetings. Since the medication has a non-negligible co-pay, I am happy to get some use out of it beyond carrying it everywhere with me until it expires.

I think Christine and i have been reinforcing a negative spiral with each other: with both of us trying to pull back on the stick, maybe we can both be in a cheery place by Monday (which is our 24th anniversary).

Hmm - and then there's exercise with the rain coming. Maybe i should strategize a bit on the deck with the bike stand. The "go to a big box store and do laps" is utterly unappealing at this time of year.
Or maybe this is the time to get serious about a yoga routine.

Luigi, the cat we adopted from our neighbor this summer, is settling in. He visits me at my desk, reaches out to stop me from walking past him without a scritch. He is a large-ish cat, and hasn't really grocked how to use a lap. He stands and sits upright. Yesterday, for the first time, he settled down for a moment. He's a very sweet cat, although he has a vacuum cleaner appetite. Smooches mooches is a nickname, given how he goes around to the other cats' bowls to finish up for them. Given Greyie Loo's name, he's also being called Wigi Loo (and Ouija Board) at times.
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Wednesday, September 2nd, 2015 08:30 pm
I dreamed i was depressed which was ... unnecessary. I've been feeling the blues over the past several days. While it may be associated with grief, i suspect it has more to do with hormonal changes and the hot flashes i've been experiencing. Caffeine does help.

This morning, my director said, "I thought you[r] point was on target, but I think you could have been more effective. Remember the audience doesn't understand the [subject matter] implications. You could have started with some context, rather than dropping a bomb, awkward pause, then some context."

After i admitted it was a "blurt," he concluded "No big deal, but you are THE authority on this stuff / You get it inside and out / no one else does."

I focussed a bit more on his critique than his constructive advice, and got myself in a dither about how i may have ended up in some whirlpool of being judged never appropriate for communicating about our project to others and became overwrought. I reread it now and still wonder at the impression i have made: i sometimes feel like i am judged as the awful subject mater expert dragon.

I'm going to talk to a colleague in HR about it, and at that time also follow up on what financial implications follow if we move to Ohio (or North Carolina).

...

Re moving - i must say that the native plant society in North Carolina seems FAR more lively than that in Ohio, and the recent Smithsonian Magazine has a claim that the southeast has some of the most critical biodiversity areas in the United States. I raise my eyebrow at that, so heavily coached in the wonders of California, yet i know that North Carolina is the other hot spot for discovering new mosses, and my memories of the many southeastern landscapes leave me certain that there are a large and diverse number of ecological communities in the southeast.

...

Retraining us and Edward goes on fairly successfully, although communicating "no" to the cats doesn't seem ... possible.

Tomorrow is another early morning meeting...
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Monday, August 31st, 2015 06:17 am
Thursday, Christine wrote:

Our farewell to Mr. Montague was a precious, peaceful, painless, utterly trusting one around 10:30am (PT) this morning. ... His was an attentive, caring, fiercely protective, and noble soul. We are so grateful that we were able to provide him with this final gesture of our love and respect.

We drove up into the mountains to deliver him [to the potter who also does pet cremations], and then down to the sea for a few hours where we could hear the ocean purr and our salty tears fell amidst tide pools of memories; our cries were answered by sea birds on the wing who could miraculously lift our hearts onto the breeze, all of us together -- for a moment -- again.


Thank you all for your expressions of sympathy and condolences. They mean a great deal.

Friday we started talking about Edward. He's pretty much run wild the past handful of months as Christine hasn't had the heart to say "no" or ignore him when he asks to go out. I found a website about cat training (not all of which seemed appropriate for our situation), and we negotiated from there. We've started a practice of carrying him out to a bench in the little yard area near our unit, holding him and chatting with him, before we return in leaving him there. We are going to the same place to collect him. We've talked with the neighbors where he hangs out and asked them not to feed him. So that's been some distraction, especially while he's inside, trying to retrain us to let him out.
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Thursday, August 27th, 2015 06:32 am
We said goodbye to Mr M today. Heading up into the Santa Cruz mountains to take his remains to a pottery that also is a crematorium, the same place that took Greybrother and Greybeard's remains. Not sure how Romeow Marcel Duchomp Montague is going to fit on the little urns. (Mr Montague, probably)
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Monday, August 24th, 2015 05:11 pm
In more selling off the china news (I suppose this is tedious to read about, but it's a bit of an adventure for me):
Read more... )
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Saturday, August 22nd, 2015 07:26 am
Housing ponder for this morning: East Oakland, just really how much crime are we talking about? (It's remarkable how many houses for sale in the low budget end are available.) I'll note that we are looking for houses that won't require a dramatic change in our housing budget. Between the crazy upsurge in the past few years and our budget landlord, we are comparatively spoiled for housing costs.

This morning Mr M has left his corner to come join us on the bed. This is so remarkable after weeks of his hiding in nooks. He's been sitting on my chest purring away. Such a delightful gift. Meanwhile his spine and legs seem simply skeletal.

I signed onto skillshare yesterday for a free sketching tutorial (Digital Drawing Workout: The Art of Subtraction). It was a pleasant diversion. There are also food photography tutorials which seem likely to align with my china shoot needs. The system is offering three months for 99¢, so i went ahead for the trial. It's not my preferred mode for learning, but it may provide the inspiration needed to pull off the etsy sales photos. (I also think there seem to be plenty of similar tutorials on youtube; the difference is there is theoretically a learning community at skillshare.)

This morning i've a planning meeting for a visioning process for Meeting. I'm trying to get in the right mind frame for it: the reading i've been doing just doesn't fit. I suppose thinking about moving and the elephant issues have not helped. I'm preoccupied with how to find sustainability day to day: i've not been thinking about helping the Meeting find such sustainability.
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Friday, August 21st, 2015 12:43 pm
This morning i am imagining life in Concord, CA. Transit.511.org helps me estimate what the commute would be like on public transit: over two hours one way. It's mostly on BART, one of the area rail systems, and so it could be useful time for reading and writing. Wikitravel makes me laugh:
Concord is located 29 miles east of San Francisco, meaning that the commute through the Caldecott Tunnel and across the Bay Bridge can be done in approximately thirty minutes when traffic is light, and in less than a week when traffic is heavy.
Would a two hour ride be better than a one hour drive? (Especially when the one hour is so uncertain?) I imagine four hours of reading the interwebs and writing twice a week might be pleasant. (Admittedly this is with the rose filter on at maximum strength.)

The linens arrived for the china sets. This means this weekend can be spent in photographing pieces. I'm still trying to decide how many place settings for the dining set that includes the serving dish: six or four? I'm convinced the tea set should be for six. And, it's time to commit to the second attempted replacement tea pot.

Edward has coming home during the day, twice now Hurrah! His regular presence and comfort staying inside certainly reduces Christine's worry.
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Monday, August 10th, 2015 09:55 pm
Trigger warning for approaching pet death )

--==∞==--

In talking with Christine about pros and cons of moving to NC, i suddenly realized that the Big Holiday Productions would be harder to avoid. The Hayward fault looks much more stable, all of a sudden.
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Saturday, July 4th, 2015 09:02 am
"Pffft" to LJ, which is not allowing me to comment or reply to comments.

Regarding taking in Luigi, for [livejournal.com profile] annie_r and [livejournal.com profile] westwardho:

I will admit my calculus had far more to do with what would be most distressing for Christine than for Luigi. Christine's heart breaks for critters. She's cared for Luigi and the other orange cat in the gang, Marty, for years. I hope that being in control of Luigi's separation from our neighbor would help her be more in control of her distress. I think, though, that she projects a great deal of loss on Luigi, loss i'm not sure Luigi is experiencing.

Mr M and Luigi seem to be splitting the apartment, with Luigi in the bedroom and Mr M in the living room. Mr M had already been spending the night in the front room, so it seems he is coping quite well. They seem to be self separated

Edward was in the bedroom one evening this week and shared the bed with Luigi. Edward is pale gold whereas Luigi is bright copper. Edward had a look on his face of mild consternation, but both of them settled down.

Greycie Loo continues to hiss, and Luigi continues to retreat to under the bed.

Regarding down time:

Thank you for your prayers, [livejournal.com profile] crookedfingers. It's been hard to tell whether my reduced journaling is depression or distraction.
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Wednesday, July 1st, 2015 05:41 am
And then there were four.

Four cats, as our neighbor's big, orange cat Luigi joins our clowder. He's been spending days with us for the past several weeks, so the distress in the household was minimized. Nonetheless, i did not have a restful night's sleep. I'm not sure how much was feline activity and how much was just me. It feels like the apartment failed to cool in the night, as well.

Mr M is terribly frail, but i believe his great purring heart will be with us for some while. It's hard to tell how Mr M is taking it: it seems his universe is very small. Every now and then he has realized something was up (ie: there's another cat), and there have been a handful of full hissyfits. Christine used a pillow shield in the first fit. Mr M attacked it with serious purpose, and, considering how many times Mr M has bit me when distracted from his target of protective fury, one course of antibiotics was avoided. I think Luigi has rapidly realized that he out weighs Mr M substantially and he seems pretty calm.

Greycie Loo is indignant (which is nearly her common state). She's hissing her displeasure in Luigi's general direction. She's also sharp as a tack, and i think she'll negotiate this with skill.

Since Edward and Luigi have been playing together for years, Edward seems to barely notice the change.

Christine grieves the change. Out neighbor has lived here longer than we have. While we have not been close, we have been supportive of each other.

How am i? I don't really know. The past month or so, i've been loosing myself in books and have generally felt rather detached with a general anhedonia. I think i'm in a coping mode as Christine is distressed by this change and other issues. Some travel to see family looms on the horizon, and i can't see much beyond that. If anything, the long days have gotten in the way of rest as dinner has been occurring as it gets dark, with a dose of video entertainment after that.

I think i need to be journaling more. I'm recording a great deal, but somehow the daily "moodscope" exercise is not as potent. Yes, there's the immediate gratification of seeing a score with moodscope, and there are up and down variations -- but i'm not certain of the value. It's faster than journaling, but in juggling all the little recordings and such perhaps i can say i must do moodscope or LJ journaling every morning (ie: i can skip one if i do the other) with at least three moodscopes and three journal entries a week.

I recall the high i had from learning a bit of python: i've been denying myself that as i make sure all the analysis that is needed is covered. I think i will pick it up some today.

In other aspects of my back to the command line experience, blah blah to do lists in evernote and in emacs org-mode )
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Tuesday, January 13th, 2015 08:48 pm
I enjoyed the day at the calflora application workshop, and Christine almost enjoyed it, too. She has been a hermit for the past year-plus, though, and i think being with people all day drained her.

Towards the end of the day i was caught in a draft, and now i find myself coughing often. It's the asthmatic cough, and i dread the long draining recovery.

Mr M has some odd matted bits of fur. I have tried my usual practices of pulling mats in half along the grain of the fur, but the pulling seems to have distressed him. I have now snipped out the mats. I remember Grey Beard's last months and how the fur from the shaved area around an abscess (due to the newly arrived Greycie Loo, i'm sure) never grew back. Mr M is such a feisty older cat; i so want him to remain dapper, too.
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