Suddenly, the Internet went out. Couldn’t do much about it from the dentist’s chair, however, where I was re-learning the definition of “discomfort” and being told I may need a root canal.
Mr Wonderful lived up to his name and picked up a new Ethernet Card and the antibiotics whilst I swatted a fly to Kingdom Come, causing the chain to break on the kitchen’s ceiling fan/light. Now we can’t get the ceiling fan to stop (and it’s 47 at night around here) until we take apart the whole contraption.
So I turned off the circuit at the fusebox, and we turn it on when we need both bathrooms, since the same fuse controls the ’spare’ bathroom light, the ceiling fan, and the kitchen lights.
We’re not in danger from los kiddos bumping around in the kitchen after dark, however, because our new baby chicks have their own heating light that shines enough, even from the back bedroom, to replace the nightlight. Mr W can fix the kitchen fan/light tomorrow night- getting Internet back took longer than expected (big surprise, huh?).
We won’t mention Aunt Flo arriving early.
I won’t be around tomorrow to try and take down the ceiling fan/light as a prep for Mr W, sadly. #1 stepped on a rusty nail and we’re heading to the Health Dept at 8 a.m. for a DTP shot. Afterwards I’ll be on the phone with a vet to find out what might have caused the cat to attack #2 twice in the past 2 days. (No, #2 hasn’t been teasing the cat. I was right there for the second attack, and it was completely unprovoked.)
Why am I posting at midnight? Am I awake from the thrill of getting communication back with the Outside? Cramps? Shivering from the outrageous mid-April low temperatures? The low-grade headache that is my own version of a cold #3 recently passed along to me?
Nope. The new antibiotics have 3 lovely rules: Take every 6 hours for 7 days. Take with at least 8 oz of water. Don’t lie down for at least 30 minutes after taking a dose. Midnight, 6 am, noon, 6 pm. Feels like there’s a newborn in the house. (This is the only antibiotic with a warning of possible severe side effects up to a month after you take ‘em.)
Soap operas couldn’t write this stuff.
April 15, 2009 at 6:45 am
I distinctly remember ordering your children to avoid rusty things. Oh well, now they all have the tetanus shot and will be good for…hm…10 years? They’ll never encounter a rusty thing ever again. Or at least, in 10 years it will be their problem and not yours.
I sympathize the fan issue. Utterly and completely.
There is just no good way to take an antibiotic, is there. And a root canal? Ma’am, you need a vacation from yourself. Come to Statesboro and we’ll do something frivolous.
April 15, 2009 at 4:47 pm
Rootie, I said the same thing about the shots- “Good for 5-10 years, kids, so step on as many nails as you like!”
About 1/4 of what’s gotten me thru this week so far is fond memories of my last visit. You (and SD) are the tops!!
I also thought about you when we tried some garden lettuce this week- it was gritty and bitter, but you aren’t. Since surgery, I’m craving salads, though. May your garden produce (pun intended) spectacularly this year!!
April 15, 2009 at 6:48 pm
Has the cat been spayed? Cats are prone to getting notions about people. Phleud scratched #3 a couple of days ago. #3 swears up and down he was just sitting there with his teeth in his mouth. My guess is as long as the cat isn’t attacking everyone, maybe your #2 has offended the cat, and Mousetrap’s waiting until #2 least expects it to exact revenge.
April 15, 2009 at 8:29 pm
Yeah…my cat’s done that to me before. And I’m (normally) the only one he does it to. Bratty kid or husband pushes his buttons and the cat will patiently wait and take his frustration out on me! I’ve always thought he thinks I’m the “safe” one to do that to. Oh, and not to mention, I’m his Chief of Staff…so I bear a greater burden of responsibility than the rest of the staff.
April 16, 2009 at 5:22 am
OK, I know I’m supposed to turn the other cheek and all, and I understand forgiving folks who take their bad day out on me, but It’s. A. Cat.
What am I missing such that I am getting rid of this Thing that randomly attacks my family? Not enough compassion? Lack of forgiveness? Have I lost my mind, or become hard-hearted somewhere?
BTW, I miss you both a lot and wish we could live in the same town again. Looking forward to a better economy includes more $ for travel!!
April 16, 2009 at 10:04 am
If I had a cat that consistantly picked on #4, I’d probably get rid of it as well. If he picked on 2 or 3, I wouldn’t care. They’re old enough to stay out of the way. (no cat picks on #1. He’s magic with them)
Give Mousetrap a little time, maybe a month or so, to see if she gets over her attitude. If she doesn’t, find someone who collects cats, and donate her.
Your family is more important that your cat (at least, until they turn, like, 13 or so, then it’s a toss up)
On the other hand, I was raised to believe that pets are members of the family, at least until they start costing more than was paid for them.
April 16, 2009 at 4:28 pm
No, no, no…I don’t mean you have to ignore Evil Cat and let him tear your kid up!
The vet option is a good idea. Make sure he’s in good physical shape…neutered, if he’s not, shots up to date…all that good stuff. If he is, don’t be afraid to give him a little “love tap”.
When my little darling does that to me, he immediately runs and tries to hide. I corner him and “gently toss” him into his room (the laundry room, in our case) and close the door. After a while in there, he’s, oddly enough, very affectionate. I really think that sometimes, he just has to get it out of his system…then he’s great for a good, long time.
Also, he just had his 10th birthday. The occasions of him losing his temper all over me have grown fewer and farther between as he’s gotten older. I guess it only happens about every 8-10 months now.
I miss you, too.
I think the “better economy” won’t come until Heaven! 
But, until then, you’ll definitely see us when we are able to visit “home” again!
Hugs to ya!