Wednesday, January 6, 2010


Ceiling detail from the Library of Congress, Washington, DC

Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Waning Moon
Mars Retrograde
Mercury Retrograde
Twelfth Day of Christmas
Epiphany/First Night of Carnivale
Sunny and frigid

I wrote “fridge” the first time. Is my Freudian slip showing? 😉

Yes, the Twelve Days of Christmas are over (for some reason, they felt more like twenty this year), and Carnivale season begins down New Orleans way with the Three Kings Parade. I meant to bake a Three Kings Cake, but time got away from me, and we still have so many sweets left over from the holiday that I could not, in good conscience, bake more

Still sore from Monday night’s excellent work out.

I’ve got a post up over on the SDR Blog called “Plodding and Spurting.” Don’t worry, it’s about writing! 😉

Today, I also get to take down all the holiday decorations. That will probably take the bulk of the day. I have to really check all the shelves and the corners and all and make sure I haven’t forgotten anything. And I have to find boxes for the new decorations that joined the family this past season.

Dealing with 1and1.com has gone from the ridiculous to the absurd. First they’re telling me everything works with Firefox. It doesn’t. Then they tell me that THEY don’t have a problem. So nice for them, but it doesn’t help me. Then they tell me that the other customers who use Firefox don’t have problems with the upgrade. Names and numbers, folks, I want to contact them myself. No suggestions of anything helpful, just arguing that I’m not having the problems I’m having.

Completely unacceptable.

I’m in discussion with what I hope will be my new host to find the best way to get everything downloaded and moved without losing it all. We’ll figure out the steps and I’ll get going on them. I can’t afford the time or the frustration, and when the tech non-support starts arguing with me and telling me there isn’t a problem when I can’t do anything but read the mail (I couldn’t even send anything yesterday that was a reply), the problem goes deeper than poor service.

I don’t want to do the physical move while Mercury is in Retrograde, because that’s just asking for trouble.

Elsa and I headed off to the vet. I loathe driving on the Long Island Expressway (LIE), especially when the 18 wheel trucks try to crunch a VW Rabbit because they think it’s funny. Fortunately, I’m a better driver than they are, and well-versed in evasive course driving. Even more fortunately, Elsa thinks a ride in the car is fun, even when I have to perform evasive maneuvers. Where are the state troopers when you need ‘em?

Elsa, of course, didn’t display a single symptom at the vet. Funny how that always happens. She was happy and friendly and engaged. Her vital signs are good. In fact, overall, she’s in exceptionally good shape for a cat her age. They took blood and gave me antibiotics for her, Clavamix this time. Basically, they don’t know what’s wrong.. It could be an infection. It could be allergies. It could be asthma. It could be a nasal tumor. They just don’t know. So we’re trying to eliminate stuff. And her teeth are better, so the dental stuff, what I call “Scope for cats” is doing some good. We were talking about her neurological problems and what does she do? Dance off the table and land on her feet — for the first time in her ENTIRE life. The vet figures she outgrew whatever neurological problem she had. In other words, when she goes around acting vague next time, I’m going to tell her she’s busted! 😉

Easier ride back. Ww weren’t nearly killed by manic truck drivers, just one Lexus SUV whose driver was texting instead of driving. In this neck of the woods, if the driver is lousy or rude careless or drunk or texting, chances are said SOB is driving a Lexus. Because that’s what Lexus owners around here do — drive with a sense of entitlement that, since they could afford a Lexus, none of the rules of the road apply to them, and they treat every other driver they meet with contempt.

Elsa didn’t have a single sniffle until well into the evening, which makes me think there’s something in the apartment that irritates her, and it’s allergies. Now, if I could just figure out WHAT the allergy is, I could deal with it.

I’m supposed to get the results of the blood work today.

My mom hurt her back, so I had to hunt down some medication for her and hope that helps. If not, I’ll give her my acupuncture appointment next week and reschedule for myself.

Will spend some time at the page this morning (I’ve got a window of all of 15 minutes — I really need to start getting up at 6 AM again instead of 7) before heading off to get my Mom, see what I can do to help her back. She was going to help me take the decorations down, but I’ll perch her in a chair with Elsa or Iris (she’s Iris’s personal slave) on her lap and she’ll just keep me company while I take everything down and then I’ll drop her off when I take it back to storage. We WERE going to go shoe shopping today, too. I gave her a gift card for DSW and a brand new shoe bag that’s got a few empty spots. But she’s not feeling up to it.

The medicine makes Elsa groggy, but, other than that, she’s a little better. Still sniffly, but not sneezing as much, and her breathing is quieter and less labored.

Back to the page, even if it’s only for a few minutes.

Devon