mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
It's been an interesting evening.

We had a meatless supper of corn on the cob, zucchini, carrots (tri-color!) and black-eyed peas. It was yummy all around. I still don't care for black-eyed peas, but I don't actively dislike them either. Enough salt and pepper makes them tolerable. I was more okay with a meatless meal that I supposed I would be. Heck, I'd even do it again.

I did mow the lawn after supper. Hot as hell outside, but with a good breeze it was tolerable. I hope that the lawn goes dormant for the rest of July and August. I got through it without any difficulty in the heat; my joints are feeling it, though. Tomorrow I meet again with my orthopedist to see what he has to say. The drug he prescribed initially isn't cutting it - or indeed even sanding off the edges - any more. Arthritis, as if there were any doubt, sucks.

Michelle went to an autism support group tonight, and Katie's having a friend over to spend the night. This is a first for Katie. Most kids don't want to invest the work it takes to be friends with someone who is autistic, but Friend doesn't seem to mind, if indeed she even notices. An only child, she's accustomed to doing her own thing and, thus, when Katie checks out she takes it in stride.

In any event, I told Michelle to go ahead and go even though that would leave me at home alone with three kids. Katie's friend is a good kid, and they've been pretty much on their best behavior, but my nerves are still frayed.

Her friend likes to chat. I'm not what you could call chatty. "When's Michelle going to be home?" has come 'round about every twenty minutes. Re-read: "Are we there yet?" Fingernails on a chalkboard, that.

I haven't even really had to do anything; help make the hide-a-bed and provide ice cream, yet I'm still waiting anxiously for Michelle to arrive home which, thankfully, has just happened.

The new kitten, Sarah, has settled in to the routine and, while still a kitten, we're starting to catch glimpses of the cat she'll be. We have gone out of our way to find pets that are lovers, and I think she'll be one. She is sweet, lacking that crazy, chaotic-neutral, half-mean streak that a lot of cats exhibit. She can be very attentive, is more or less boneless in the way that only kittens and ferrets manage to be, and loves to sleep in the crevices a seated person creates while, say, watching Star Trek. She and the parakeet have reached what appears to be an understanding - neither appears more than mildly interested in the other. She got bitten through the bars of the birdcage tonight: call that detente.

Skipper would love to be friends, but Sara's not having any of that yet and Skipper treats her like old dynamite, careful to avoid setting her off. Shiner just waits for the couch to be cat-less before jumping up and going to sleep, though "jumping" is a generous description for that old, arthritic dog.

It took us a year to come around to the idea of having another cat, and, as it was with Skipper, when the opportunity arose there was no question in anyone's mind, not even really stopping to think about it. It was Right.

If there is a downside, it is that she is creative and quite liberal in her interpretation of "litter box". I'm hoping she'll get over that quickly. Nothing assaults the olfactory processors quite like kitten shit.

Michelle has declared lights out for the girls - Jami checked out ninety minutes ago - and I think I'll take her advice for myself.

...aaaaand, plans change. Katie's friend - on her first sleepover away from home - got terribly homesick as soon as the lights went out, tears and everything, so Michelle is taking her home. I feel bad for Katie: her first sleepover ever, and it falls through. I've assured her it's not about her - which I think she understands - and I'm sure she'll be okay, but she is mightily disappointed.
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
It's been an interesting evening.

We had a meatless supper of corn on the cob, zucchini, carrots (tri-color!) and black-eyed peas. It was yummy all around. I still don't care for black-eyed peas, but I don't actively dislike them either. Enough salt and pepper makes them tolerable. I was more okay with a meatless meal that I supposed I would be. Heck, I'd even do it again.

I did mow the lawn after supper. Hot as hell outside, but with a good breeze it was tolerable. I hope that the lawn goes dormant for the rest of July and August. I got through it without any difficulty in the heat; my joints are feeling it, though. Tomorrow I meet again with my orthopedist to see what he has to say. The drug he prescribed initially isn't cutting it - or indeed even sanding off the edges - any more. Arthritis, as if there were any doubt, sucks.

Michelle went to an autism support group tonight, and Katie's having a friend over to spend the night. This is a first for Katie. Most kids don't want to invest the work it takes to be friends with someone who is autistic, but Friend doesn't seem to mind, if indeed she even notices. An only child, she's accustomed to doing her own thing and, thus, when Katie checks out she takes it in stride.

In any event, I told Michelle to go ahead and go even though that would leave me at home alone with three kids. Katie's friend is a good kid, and they've been pretty much on their best behavior, but my nerves are still frayed.

Her friend likes to chat. I'm not what you could call chatty. "When's Michelle going to be home?" has come 'round about every twenty minutes. Re-read: "Are we there yet?" Fingernails on a chalkboard, that.

I haven't even really had to do anything; help make the hide-a-bed and provide ice cream, yet I'm still waiting anxiously for Michelle to arrive home which, thankfully, has just happened.

The new kitten, Sarah, has settled in to the routine and, while still a kitten, we're starting to catch glimpses of the cat she'll be. We have gone out of our way to find pets that are lovers, and I think she'll be one. She is sweet, lacking that crazy, chaotic-neutral, half-mean streak that a lot of cats exhibit. She can be very attentive, is more or less boneless in the way that only kittens and ferrets manage to be, and loves to sleep in the crevices a seated person creates while, say, watching Star Trek. She and the parakeet have reached what appears to be an understanding - neither appears more than mildly interested in the other. She got bitten through the bars of the birdcage tonight: call that detente.

Skipper would love to be friends, but Sara's not having any of that yet and Skipper treats her like old dynamite, careful to avoid setting her off. Shiner just waits for the couch to be cat-less before jumping up and going to sleep, though "jumping" is a generous description for that old, arthritic dog.

It took us a year to come around to the idea of having another cat, and, as it was with Skipper, when the opportunity arose there was no question in anyone's mind, not even really stopping to think about it. It was Right.

If there is a downside, it is that she is creative and quite liberal in her interpretation of "litter box". I'm hoping she'll get over that quickly. Nothing assaults the olfactory processors quite like kitten shit.

Michelle has declared lights out for the girls - Jami checked out ninety minutes ago - and I think I'll take her advice for myself.

...aaaaand, plans change. Katie's friend - on her first sleepover away from home - got terribly homesick as soon as the lights went out, tears and everything, so Michelle is taking her home. I feel bad for Katie: her first sleepover ever, and it falls through. I've assured her it's not about her - which I think she understands - and I'm sure she'll be okay, but she is mightily disappointed.
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Michelle has already posted the news, so call this some mourning of my own.

Cut for sad (possible triggers: dying, pets)... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
Michelle has already posted the news, so call this some mourning of my own.

Cut for sad (possible triggers: dying, pets)... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
With all the stressors of the weekend and Monday finally having crested and the kids gone last night, I slept like a baby. By which I mean in the idyllic sense of closed eyes, soft focus, warm blankie sleeping, not the sense of pawing at Michelle's breasts every two hours demanding sustenance. Which isn't to say that doesn't happen from time to time, just not last night.

Tigger has figured out that his companion of the last fifteen years isn't around, and he's become very needy and clingy. It's very sweet and sad, but he sheds horribly and I spent my waking moments vainly attempting to rid my face of cat hairs. Even the dogs are acting odd.

I walked out in the yard as I was leaving for work this morning to find Nafoill's grave littered with dandelions, Katie's handiwork.

There is a whole series of posts about my daughter - hell, I've considered starting a new blog on the subject. Katie's autistic mind knows that she should be sad, so she expresses "sadness" by imitating what she has seen us do, in this case, placing flowers on the grave. She has the beginning point - "Nafoill died" - and the ending point - "I'm sad" - but none of the points in between.

Neither are there any real emotional connections made. She did not feel possessive of Nafoill, and so does not feel his loss in any substantive way. She perceives his going as a fact, and now, the fact stored away, she moves on to other things.  Her one comment about his burial was, "He'll make good dirt." It's amusing, even funny, and even at that moment of great grief Michelle and I laughed out loud. It is indicative of how her mind works, and how disconnected her mind is from her emotions.

I have never posted to this journal specifically on the subject of autism and my daughter, though I've had a post in my head for some time. It will keep, though.
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
With all the stressors of the weekend and Monday finally having crested and the kids gone last night, I slept like a baby. By which I mean in the idyllic sense of closed eyes, soft focus, warm blankie sleeping, not the sense of pawing at Michelle's breasts every two hours demanding sustenance. Which isn't to say that doesn't happen from time to time, just not last night.

Tigger has figured out that his companion of the last fifteen years isn't around, and he's become very needy and clingy. It's very sweet and sad, but he sheds horribly and I spent my waking moments vainly attempting to rid my face of cat hairs. Even the dogs are acting odd.

I walked out in the yard as I was leaving for work this morning to find Nafoill's grave littered with dandelions, Katie's handiwork.

There is a whole series of posts about my daughter - hell, I've considered starting a new blog on the subject. Katie's autistic mind knows that she should be sad, so she expresses "sadness" by imitating what she has seen us do, in this case, placing flowers on the grave. She has the beginning point - "Nafoill died" - and the ending point - "I'm sad" - but none of the points in between.

Neither are there any real emotional connections made. She did not feel possessive of Nafoill, and so does not feel his loss in any substantive way. She perceives his going as a fact, and now, the fact stored away, she moves on to other things.  Her one comment about his burial was, "He'll make good dirt." It's amusing, even funny, and even at that moment of great grief Michelle and I laughed out loud. It is indicative of how her mind works, and how disconnected her mind is from her emotions.

I have never posted to this journal specifically on the subject of autism and my daughter, though I've had a post in my head for some time. It will keep, though.
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
Snipped for technical/emotional kvetching... )
On a lighter note:

I am feeling better, though I'm still "off my feed," as we say back home. I eat to feed the machine, but food all goes down heavy and hot. On the bright side, I've lost four pounds in four days. Michelle is still recovering and is now coping with a cluster migraine. Could be a tension headache, too, but when your head hurts that bad it hardly matters why. The kids are in the possession of their grandmother today, so Michelle gets to rest.

Today would have been a good day to work from home.

I've got a proposal in on a promotional video. It won't net me much except experience and a couple-hundred dollars, but that's okay. I can use both.


* at a rate of 4 hours rendering per half-hour of real-time. Say it with me: f-f-f-u-u-u-c-c-c-k-k-k.


mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
Snipped for technical/emotional kvetching... )
On a lighter note:

I am feeling better, though I'm still "off my feed," as we say back home. I eat to feed the machine, but food all goes down heavy and hot. On the bright side, I've lost four pounds in four days. Michelle is still recovering and is now coping with a cluster migraine. Could be a tension headache, too, but when your head hurts that bad it hardly matters why. The kids are in the possession of their grandmother today, so Michelle gets to rest.

Today would have been a good day to work from home.

I've got a proposal in on a promotional video. It won't net me much except experience and a couple-hundred dollars, but that's okay. I can use both.


* at a rate of 4 hours rendering per half-hour of real-time. Say it with me: f-f-f-u-u-u-c-c-c-k-k-k.


Well, damn.

Apr. 6th, 2009 12:01 pm
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
We buried Nafoill under the maple tree this morning. Suffering from old age and kidney failure, I took him to the vet for a last look-see, and she agreed there was nothing to do for him but ease his passing.

And so we did. I held him as he left.

Goddamn...I wasn't prepared for the death of one small gray cat to hurt this much.

Well, damn.

Apr. 6th, 2009 12:01 pm
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (Default)
We buried Nafoill under the maple tree this morning. Suffering from old age and kidney failure, I took him to the vet for a last look-see, and she agreed there was nothing to do for him but ease his passing.

And so we did. I held him as he left.

Goddamn...I wasn't prepared for the death of one small gray cat to hurt this much.
mapsedge: (Raleigh with a bird on his head)
It was a pretty good weekend.  Saturday we visited the local PetSmart to look at rescue puppies, and Katie freaked when the representative sample padded over toward her.  It's not the first time.

Courtesy snip... )
mapsedge: (Raleigh with a bird on his head)
It was a pretty good weekend.  Saturday we visited the local PetSmart to look at rescue puppies, and Katie freaked when the representative sample padded over toward her.  It's not the first time.

Courtesy snip... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (yorick)
I found Jack, the friendlier of our two parakeets - I should say, Katie's two parakeets - dead this afternoon. Courtesy snip... )
mapsedge: Me at Stone Bridge Coffee House (yorick)
I found Jack, the friendlier of our two parakeets - I should say, Katie's two parakeets - dead this afternoon. Courtesy snip... )

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