Good morning. Ish. On both the good and the morning.
I will not recount last nights NFL (American football) SuperBowl championship game. I will not fume about a certain call for an "illegal hit" (best summed up on Twitter by one NFL player saying "15 yard penalty for footballing?"). I will not consider karma about referee calls in general. I will not point out that part of this is that a certain QB hits me the same way I've been hit by someone only a few times in life, as if the eyes aren't housing anything truly human-soul-stuff. (Look, I got my "thing" on that, okay?) I will not even point out that I yelled an "ARGH!" so loud that the neighbor came over and said, "You, too?"...
(We had our windows open, it was 65*F here, FFS, in FEBRUARY! "Early spring", Mr. Groundhog? Try no winter!)
I WILL point out I am hungover. Not booze. Hormones, chocolate, popcorn, two weirded-out cats ("Why is our human yelling at the TV that we watch birds on?"). Nope. Wont' even point out that I wanted to gnaw bricks when I was todl at 11 PM that we have supper guest tonight! (Oh goody. Mom has eye surgery, then I get to be Hostess. FML, y'all.)
Nope. Just football. Officially have the day-after-the-game hangover from... Well, the game. If yout hink this is bad? Don't ever let me see a game in person. If I was in the UK, I'd make a Manchester United fan take a step back and say, "Whoa, that's intense, mate." So... Yeah... Took forever to settle down and get some lseep, then the Promise of Cramps to COme arrived, and that's that for me. Helllllo, heating pad!
TMI? NEver! We have to discuss things here, b/c where else?
For example, where else can I say tha tif I hear one more doctor tell me that my endometriosis pain is "within normal range" (?! Pain does not equal normal, that's the definition of a pain signal!)... Or that "it's only a few more years tilll menopause fixes that for you"... I will personally, vindictively, gleefully, with malice and forethought kick that SOB doctor in the groin so damn hard my shoe will be dented, and then I will tell them, "OK, you wait another 3-7 years, it's normal," and probably laugh maniacally all the way to jail.
And, because life likes a good laugh, our *little* Dahlia? Well, turns out on good food and pampering, she had a late growth spurt. I now have a ten-pound (still slim and acrobatic) kitty, not the little darling we thought we'd have. THis occasionally happens to me almost every time we adopt cats taht aren't quite fully adult yet. Dixie maxed out as a big kitty anyway (her fur won't show it, but her bones and paws do: Maine Coon cat blood. Huge!), so now we have... Well, a Dahlia who is big enough to make Dixie feel threatened, and I gave the FEliway the time to work, and guess what? No better. Well, hoo-freaking-rah. All that money on diffusers and such, and ... Status quo.
On the plus side (?), Dahlia swats back now. Oh good. Help! (Cats, btw, don't finish growing until about 18 months, but a Maine Coon can take 2 years to fully hit their adult size, so it's nto as hard-and-fast as it often can be with some dog breeds.)
Interesting note: Sir Walter Scott, author, has a monument to him in Edinburgh, Scotland --- and the monument also depicts his dog.
American writer Ernest Hemingway loved polydactyle (six-toed) cats --- and you can still see the descendants of Papa Hemingway's cats all over the Hemingway property in Florida.
It's rumored that Vladimir Nabokov was influenced by feline personality traits in writing his landmark novel, "Lolita".
Mark Twain famously adored his cat Bambino (a black cat that he called "Difficult to see in normal light"), while Charles Dickens kept pet ravens he always named "Grip". (No idea on why, btw. It was Dickens.)
Kurt Vonnegut and Gertrude Stein both loved their dogs, the former dubbing his one dog "Pumpkin". IF you've read Vonnegut, that one makes you blink. Just a bit. Wee bit. "Pumpkin"? ...
American author John Steinbeck's dog Toby ate the whole first draft (or most of it) for "Of Mice and Men", forcing Steinbeck to do a rewrite of about half the book, which even he admitted may have been the dog's idea of "critique"...
Of course, Steinbeck wrote a whole book about hanging out with his dog Charley... So... Yeah. There's that.
Twain, btw, also famously once said, "If man could be crossed with the cat it would improve man, but it would deteriorate the cat." (Actualy, this is from his writings. He also wrote, in his fictional work Pudd'nhead Wilson, that one fo the differences between a lie and a cat is that the cat only has 9 lives.)
Authors Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett both favor(ed) cats, with the latter even having the figure of Death favoring cats.
And horror author Stephen King has owned a corgi he nicknamed The Thing of Evil. Which, really, says more about him than the dog, IMO.
OK, off to be defined by however many cats, squirrels, birds, occasional dogs (seriously, Bella the spaniel mix needs to grasp that this house has enough fur already!)... deign to brighten my day before I hold Mom's hand during her cataract surgery. Yeah. Normally that's a hno-go. She pitched a hissy, so guess who gets to see THAT nightmare? Yay!
Well, at least this doctor won't fire her. Yet. I give it till Thursday...
Today is my Birthday. This day had always been a special day for me. Thank you all for all for all the support you have given me through out the years i have been here. Thank you for getting me through tough times.Scott
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