Sunday, November 25, 2007

and so it goes...

well, through the weekend.

things are normalizing. time heals and all that.

i have yet another insane week ahead. par for the course.

lots of theatre for the next few weeks, which is pretty exciting.

in the world of things that i think i'd like to do, but will likely never do, i discovered that in the community building thingy in priceville has a stage, so now i'm thinking of maybe putting on some kind of production in the summer.

we'll see.

so, shows i'm going to in the next little while:

- age of arousal at factory theatre
- for the pleasure of seeing her again at alumnae theatre
- little shop of horrors at canstage
- white christmas at the sony centre (formerly the hummingbird centre, fomerly the okeefe centre)
- the nutcraker (national ballet of canada)

busy time indeed. *grin*

Friday, November 23, 2007

It's done

Well, it's done.

It was hard as hell, but I'm doing okay.

The unfortunate side effect is that when she was given the first injection (it's a two-stage process) she bit me. HARD.

And it's wildly painful. Swollen and hot, very infected.

I have antibiotics and have been told to ice it and elevate it.

The doctor said it should be better in 48 hours.

So, now I'm healing emotionally and physically.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

tonight is the night

The vet comes at 7pm tonight.

It's very sad.

I keep crying.

But I know it's for the best, and I know I'll be okay, I know that I'll be able to remember without hurting, and I know 21 years is a bloody long time for a cat.

I know all that.

But it still hurts.

I love her lots. She's a very very good cat.

Okay, well, I think I'll get back to weeping in my bed holding onto her now...

Sunday, November 18, 2007

memories, kind of...

as we were driving back from the country today I was staring out the window at the moon.

There was something about the way the moon and the clouds looked that made me kind of remember something, sort of.

What it made me remember was a feeling, but I couldn't recapture the feeling completely, I just kind of remember having it. It's a bit like the feeling when you have a word at the tip of your tongue and just can't get it to a part of your brain you can access. Like you can see it through a window, but the window is a bit opaque, maybe it's got some condensation, so the shape is familiar, but you can't make out the details.

It's a memory from my teenage years, I'm sure of it. I'm also pretty sure that it has a lot to do with Dalia (who no longer maintains a blog, but apparently I'm going to continue to use his blog name...). Except it isn't one event, it's just kind of how I felt when we hung out.

We spent a lot of time staying up all night. Sometimes we'd walk his dog, so the relation to the moon has to do with that I think. In the backyard of some church, laying on the grass, staring at the moon.

But it's intermingled with other things, like hanging out in his basement with Brian. Brian and I reading different things, but cuddling while we did so (no, not dating, just really cuddly friends, all of us), and Dalia at his computer doing something or other. None of us talking to each other, just enjoying being in each others company while we did our own things.

I have to say, the feeling I got when I hung out with Dalia, often Brian, and a variety of other people who came and went, well, it was some of my favourite times of my life. Which is interesting, because it was during a time when I really wasn't particularly happy in my life.

Anyway, staring at the moon tonight reminded me of those feelings. Not clearly enough to recapture them, but clearly enough to remember that I really liked feeling that way.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

purdy pictures

running late for work, but before I go...

I really like this by Alana McCarthy.

There are other fun things on her site.

The robot picture was found in her online store.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Torontocentric question - Vets who do house calls

Okay, for the Toronto folks out there. Do you know of vets that do house-calls? Or, do you know, other than randomly calling vet offices, how I might find one?

Our 21 year old cat had a seizure today, and I think she's been having them for a while, and she's been crying a lot, and I think it's time to let her go.

But I don't want to bring her to the vet to do it. With Jingles, the other cat I got around the same time as this one, a vet came to our house (but it was in Guelph, so we can't use the same vet) and it was so much better. There's enough trauma involved for everyone, this way at least there isn't the trauma of the car.

So, now through blurry tear soaked eyes I'm putting out the call for suggestions. Do you know anyone?

Sunday, November 04, 2007

drunkidy drunk drunk redux

So, I should be sleeping, but I had too much to drink tonight, so I'm not so much in the laying prone kind of mood.

I can't really surf the net, because here at the country house we have dial-up. And not just any dial-up, but even-slower-than-usual dial-up.

I considered priming the bathroom (no, that's not a euphomism, I mean with paint, I'm a weird drunk, what can I say...) but I honestly don't feel like getting all covered in paint, which, beinging drunk, we all know would happen.

So, what's a gal to do?

Maybe crosswords.

Or a puzzle.

Or maybe I should read.

Or, maybe I should just drag my ass to bed.

I just thought you should all know the inner workings of drunk-mainja's mind. It's basically just as boring as sober-mainja's mind.

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Halowe'en results...

So, in a strange twist of events it was much warmer this year (18 degrees), and yet, we somehow still got way fewer kids.

I wonder what that's about.

And I wonder what we're going to do with all this left-over chocolate...

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