Gil Pender was getting a check-up today at the verternarian (yeah Banfield conveniently located in PetSmarts) and one pamphlet in particular caught my eye. Not one iota of me wants to think about my beloved cat having a chronic illness. But that’s a reality for some animals, so I guess it’s a good thing that veterinarians are progressive enough to frame the issue as such. But still. Ugh. What a dismal notion.
You know what, I wouldn’t ever want anyone to feel that way about me. Oh that AshleyJane with that depressing chronic illness. All those symptoms. All that pain. Ugh. How dreary it is to think about her. Must, must, must make it life’s work to avoid being the subject of such remarks.
Oh let’s look at how handsome and precious Gil is in his favorite box top. Adorable. Spirits raised.
Check out this Washington Post article reporting that new signs have been posted in the Washington subway system (called the Metro) highlighting the fact that not all disabilities are visible and therefore non-disabled folks should not scoop up the reserved seats just because they don’t see anyone around in a wheelchair. I like it and think it’s friendly and informative. Probably something I never would have thought of if I wasn’t chronically ill. I’m extra proud this is happening (first?) in DC, as it was my home city for close to 5 years and the Metro was my sole means of transportation.
Great job by the Metro’s Accessibility Advisory Committee. We all appreciate your thoughtfulness so very much.
The bed consisted of a mattress atop a wooden box-like frame. The corners of the frame were constantly coming unconnected. Every few days she would sit on the carpet wearing her grey cowboy boots and kick the weakest corner with her heel, temporarily reconnecting the two pieces of wood.
I’m no John Irving (BEST 1ST SENTENCES EVER) but I’m indulging myself in thinking this opener has some nice atmosphere to it.
Self-flattery aside, the issue at hand was that my bed needed to be secured more permanently. I was told it involved an electric drill, an extra-long screw and hope that the already weakened cardboard-like wood wouldn’t fall apart upon its encounter with said drill. A dreaded task, but it needed to be done. Or did it?
In addition to the bed frame constantly coming apart, due to the not-so-levelness of our house floors, in many places there were gaps between the frame and floor that bit and cut up my toes on a regular basis. And the frame added 2-3 inches of width and length (but zero height) in an already small room. So why was I putting effort into permanently securing a piece of furniture that provided no benefit to me and was indeed injuring me on a regular basis?
Well I’ll tell you, once I had this realization that bed came apart pretty darn fast. With a manual screwdriver and the vigor of two tween girls, it seemed like that frame was in pieces and in the basement before my episode of the The Good Wife ended. The bed is now in the corner, the floor space has increased temendously, there’s no kicking maintenance required and my toes are safe from harm.
The metaphysical aspect of this experience leaves me wondering what (or who) else in my life 1) requires constant physical and/or mental maintenance? 2) drains energy? 3) causes harm? 4) provides little to no benefit? 5) could easily be removed? Something to think about for sure.
Thank you Dartmouth Hitchcock Medical Center, you made going to the G.I. doctor a little more pleasant…
Many (read: most) nights by the time I’ve finished cooking dinner (read: 3 dinners – 1 vegetarian, 1 picky eater vegetarian, and me the carnivore) I barely have the energy and wherwithal to eat said dinner, much less hold up my end of hosting pleasant and interesting dinner conversations. In comes the Chat Pack.
Someone grabs a question out of the box and everyone at the table gets a chance to share their answer. It’s not trivia like trivial pursuit, just…chatting. (An example as seen below, What is something you really enjoy doing that is a chore or bore for many people?)
We’ve gotten them out when we have dinner guests as well, and it seemed to result in laughing and getting to know people better.
It also comes in handy when Christopher’s daughter has a friend sleep over and I don’t want to subject our 11 year old guest to Christopher and I doing a two-person diatribe on what Seth Rogen during his Howard Stern interview, how I think we’re the most patriotic people on the block because we digitally rented “The Interview” on Christmas day, and how North Korea can just s&ck it. You’ll probably never read that phrase again on this blog but such a sick delusional regime calls for a little crude language. And how lovely that I live in a country where I have the freedom to blog about such opinions.
I interrupted a three-year streak of reading pretty much only Science Fiction novels to try a historical novel of Christopher’s, New York by Edward Rutherfurd. After New York, I read London, am now halfway through Paris and have Russka on deck (thanks Dad!). I find them easy reading even when my mind is tired or fuzzy, yet I’ve picked up so much historical knowledge that I would be a simply brilliant conversationalist at social events. If I ever went to any. Which I don’t. However it’s sure to make me an even better substitute teacher, right? Although it probably won’t be too helpful tomorrow, when I spend half the day crawling around on the floor with tiny and emotional Kindergarteners who don’t care in the slightest about the history of New York, London, and Paris.
In fact, I’ve become such a fan of this writer that when Christopher gave his daughter and I enormous bears for Christmas, I named mine Rutherfurd. (By the way, this is a large adult sized-couch these guys are sitting on. They’re that big.)
The other day my 4 year old niece came to visit and was delighted with Rutherfurd, promptly hugging him and crawling up in his lap. She crawled behind him and here’s a 9 second video of what happened:
(If you’re having trouble viewing the video here’s the direct YouTube link.)
Hope you have some fun stuff like this to focus on. Makes such a difference.