wyld_dandelyon: (Creative Joyous Cat)
Take out frozen bacon (a wonderful left-over partial package of Deirdre-safe bacon gifted by my sister Siobhan) because it's at the top of the freezer, and I'm hungry and don't want to rummage to see what else is in there.

Take one of the only 2 delicata squashes salvaged from my garden that has to be used right away because of wildlife damage, cut off parts gnawed by said wildlife (racoon, possum, or squirrel), peel and cut into pieces. Grumble once again about the half-dozen or more squashes they got away with.

Get impatient with frozen bacon and put it into the pan, cutting across it to make bite-sized pieces before it's fully thawed. (One advantage of cast iron pans is you can cut things in them and not worry about damaging the surface.) Peel and cut an onion and add to pan as soon as the bacon has created some grease to cook it with.

Cook over low heat with the lid on to speed things up, except for removing lid frequently to stir.

Peel and cut two small potatoes. Smile at the cat who thinks peels that miss the compost bucket are funny-smelling cat toys. Add squash pieces to pan. Notice that it lacks contrast. Go out and pick green beans by the light of the cell phone's built-in flashight; rinse, cut up, add potatoes and green beans to pan.

Chop a clove of garlic very fine and add to pan with thyme (also originally from the garden, but grown last year) and white and black pepper. Add a little butter because the food is starting to stick (the onion, potatoes, and squash used up all the bacon grease?!?) and because the potatoes want some butter flavor.

Retrieve the now-neglected cat toys from the floor and add to the compost bucket. Stop cooking as soon as potato pieces are soft, because I'm hungry.

I have no idea what you'd call it, but it was tasty!
wyld_dandelyon: (Polychrome Wizard)
So we went back to the pharmacy today to get the remainder of the prescription for Mystique that they had to give us a partial fill for, and the one that they said wasn't due yet. And got two partial prescriptions--the rest of the one, and five days of the next one. So now we have to go back yet again, even though they knew three days ago that we would be wanting to fill it today. But apparently the computer doesn't check inventory for a thing until the insurance will pay for it, so (the pharmacist explained) the fact that we told them we wanted to pick up the medication today didn't matter, because they didn't know they didn't have enough of it until we got there to find that they hadn't even tried to fill it until we were waiting at the window. Oh yeah, apparently telling them three days ago that we wanted the pills today didn't even get them to schedule filling it, the computer's not set up for that either.

The whole point, for me, of getting three months' prescriptions is that I can sit down and fill a month or more worth of weekly things all at once, when I'm rested and focused, and be sure they're right. 5 days worth (the most Walgreens will give if they have to give a partial) wouldn't let me fill even one week.

The things that work, more or less, when someone takes one or two pills a day just aren't functional for someone who has to take a lot of pills.

*sigh*

At least I don't need to set up all the meds today, and I can hope they'll get the rest of the pills in tomorrow.

In better news, I'm trying to train the kitten to play fetch. She actually brought the crinkly toy to me three times in a row. Now, she's looking from my hand to the toy, but not bringing me the toy. Was the run of three an accident? Or is she getting the idea, but also getting tired? Only time will tell.
wyld_dandelyon: (cat is ready)
For the first time in years I'm not at Lytheria; I am tired and draggy again today, and went out to do errands anyway. Snow was starting to fall when I left, and fell on and off.

I dropped off the boxes of clothes and other stuff I'd packed away to donate and got a tax receipt, got pet food, prescriptions, and dinner; the later it got (and I was home before 8:00) the worse the driving got. The allergy meds took care of the headache, but still, the appeal of the party didn't quite overcome my antipathy for driving in this weather with the inevitable drunks.

Well, at least I can start the new year doing what I want to spend most of it doing--writing. I promised a rewrite of a finished story, but after that, I've got some urban fantasy vignettes & stuff to write.
wyld_dandelyon: (cat is ready)
So, I've been meaning to take a picture of the second floor of my front porch, which is currently home to all but one of the biggest tomato plants I've got this year. (I got two planted out in the yard; only one of those has survived.)

Anyway, Milwaukee is currently engulfed in a heat wave, so I've been going out every day to water the upstairs tomatoes, and I finally remembered to take some pictures.

vertical pic of tomatoes on the porch

They're still awfully young for the time of year, but being in pots means I can bring them inside when frost threatens.

The pots all have pumice rocks on top of the dirt because our kitties are allowed out on the porch, and they're perfectly happy to dig in just about any dirt.  Rough-textured rocks, on the other hand, aren't so much fun.

The other feature worth mentioning is that I can indulge in garden decorations that would, sadly, be stolen if I put them out in the yard.  Yay for purple butterflies!

tomato with metal butterfly and bauble

So, here's hoping the bees are fertilizing my tiny flowers, and I will have tomatoes!
wyld_dandelyon: (sleeping dragon by Djinni)
Clare-Dragonfly wrote a story from a prompt I gave her!  Go check it out:  Steam Therapy.

In other news, I didn't manage to properly write it up, but for those of you who heard that my equinox evening was disrupted by an escaped cat, she got in safely.  She wouldn't come to the door when called, and wouldn't let us catch her outside, even with canned cat food in hand.  We finally resorted to trickery and rank bribery--we opened the window that opens onto the front porch, having first closed the living room doors, and then opened a new can of cat food.  The other cats set up a caterwauling--there was canned cat food and they weren't getting any.  She came in to investigate and eat, and we closed the window.  Once safe inside, she was delighted to be picked up and petted. 

And now, I'm going to stop typing with my eyelids drooping and fall in bed!  See you all again soon.

P.S.  Leftover steak, the second half of a can of peas, fresh basil, and purple haze goat cheese is a wonderful way to use leftovers!  Next time I'll try adding some sautee'd onions.
wyld_dandelyon: (sleeping dragon by Djinni)
Clare-Dragonfly wrote a story from a prompt I gave her!  Go check it out:  Steam Therapy.

In other news, I didn't manage to properly write it up, but for those of you who heard that my equinox evening was disrupted by an escaped cat, she got in safely.  She wouldn't come to the door when called, and wouldn't let us catch her outside, even with canned cat food in hand.  We finally resorted to trickery and rank bribery--we opened the window that opens onto the front porch, having first closed the living room doors, and then opened a new can of cat food.  The other cats set up a caterwauling--there was canned cat food and they weren't getting any.  She came in to investigate and eat, and we closed the window.  Once safe inside, she was delighted to be picked up and petted. 

And now, I'm going to stop typing with my eyelids drooping and fall in bed!  See you all again soon.

P.S.  Leftover steak, the second half of a can of peas, fresh basil, and purple haze goat cheese is a wonderful way to use leftovers!  Next time I'll try adding some sautee'd onions.
wyld_dandelyon: (flying wizard by djinni)
A friend of a co-worker found a kitten. She's taken him to the vet, and he's healthy--and cute. There's a picture of him riding in a wagon with a baby, both of them perfectly happy. But the older cat in the house doesn't like him and the lady's allergies are reacting more to him than most cats.

If you know someone in driving distance of Milwaukee who needs a kitty, this is the link to the blog:

http://madeleineq.blogspot.com/2011/09/parking-garage-kitty-still-needs-home.html

Please send them her way.
wyld_dandelyon: (flying wizard by djinni)
A friend of a co-worker found a kitten. She's taken him to the vet, and he's healthy--and cute. There's a picture of him riding in a wagon with a baby, both of them perfectly happy. But the older cat in the house doesn't like him and the lady's allergies are reacting more to him than most cats.

If you know someone in driving distance of Milwaukee who needs a kitty, this is the link to the blog:

http://madeleineq.blogspot.com/2011/09/parking-garage-kitty-still-needs-home.html

Please send them her way.
wyld_dandelyon: (Magical Moth Artist by Djinni)
I kept being busy or tired or busy-and-tired, and didn't write this up last Wednesday, like I should have.

So, two Thursdays ago I got home and saw something in the dimness on the floor in a curl of cat hair. Oh, wonderful, I thought, a hairball. I grabbed a paper towel and immediately changed my mind. Seen closer, the shape was clearly mouse. Take a step toward the light and I changed my mind again. It was a bat.

Now, I live in the land of the Milwaukee Protocol, which means I'm all too aware that bats can carry Rabies, and the only success so far was a very young girl.  I'm not a very young girl any more, nor is Mystique_Muse. The bat was dead and on the floor. Somebody killed it, and Somebodies (probably all of them) played with it. Oh, this was not the adventure I'd planned for the evening.

So I called the Vet's office, who said to call the Humane Society, who said if I could get it to them fast enough, they'd keep it on ice overnight (in their refrigerator, rather than mine with my food--win~!) and turn it over to the health department. So, off I went to the Humane Society, with a cute little dead critter in one of [livejournal.com profile] mystique_muse/ My Angel's oversized pill bottles. They whisked the thing away before I even started filling out the paperwork--bats have tiny brains, and decayed brains don't yield reliable results for the rabies test.

No call from the Health Department the next day, and the call to the old vet's office confirmed that the rabies shots were long overdue in any case. I wasn't going to wait until after the long weekend to see if rabies shots (which were not in this month's budget) were urgent right now or not. So my long weekend started with taking all four cats to the vet, in all three of our cat carriers. (Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] filkart and [livejournal.com profile] ithiriel for the hand-me-down bulky heavy-as-H-E-double-toothpics carrier. We needed it.)

The luck of the draw put the biggest cat in the smallest carrier--the look on the vet's assistant's face as we pulled the very reluctant Fayah out of the carrier was priceless.  He hates carriers, but would rather hide in there than play with the vet!

So, they all got rabies shots and flea treatments, and we had our weekend.  Tuesday, the health department called, and said they hoped to get an answer from the lab that afternoon.  But the lab was too busy.  I didn't get the answer until Wednesday, which happily was negative.  Thank goodness!  Rabies shots for humans wasn't in the budget either.

Besides, we love our kitties!  We're so glad they're all safe.

Finally, check out my new icon from djinni!  Tod is doing another icon day right now, so if you want one, go to http://djinni.livejournal.com/334164.html  This is my Magical Lunar Moth Artist icon. 
wyld_dandelyon: (Magical Moth Artist by Djinni)
I kept being busy or tired or busy-and-tired, and didn't write this up last Wednesday, like I should have.

So, two Thursdays ago I got home and saw something in the dimness on the floor in a curl of cat hair. Oh, wonderful, I thought, a hairball. I grabbed a paper towel and immediately changed my mind. Seen closer, the shape was clearly mouse. Take a step toward the light and I changed my mind again. It was a bat.

Now, I live in the land of the Milwaukee Protocol, which means I'm all too aware that bats can carry Rabies, and the only success so far was a very young girl.  I'm not a very young girl any more, nor is Mystique_Muse. The bat was dead and on the floor. Somebody killed it, and Somebodies (probably all of them) played with it. Oh, this was not the adventure I'd planned for the evening.

So I called the Vet's office, who said to call the Humane Society, who said if I could get it to them fast enough, they'd keep it on ice overnight (in their refrigerator, rather than mine with my food--win~!) and turn it over to the health department. So, off I went to the Humane Society, with a cute little dead critter in one of [livejournal.com profile] mystique_muse/ My Angel's oversized pill bottles. They whisked the thing away before I even started filling out the paperwork--bats have tiny brains, and decayed brains don't yield reliable results for the rabies test.

No call from the Health Department the next day, and the call to the old vet's office confirmed that the rabies shots were long overdue in any case. I wasn't going to wait until after the long weekend to see if rabies shots (which were not in this month's budget) were urgent right now or not. So my long weekend started with taking all four cats to the vet, in all three of our cat carriers. (Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] filkart and [livejournal.com profile] ithiriel for the hand-me-down bulky heavy-as-H-E-double-toothpics carrier. We needed it.)

The luck of the draw put the biggest cat in the smallest carrier--the look on the vet's assistant's face as we pulled the very reluctant Fayah out of the carrier was priceless.  He hates carriers, but would rather hide in there than play with the vet!

So, they all got rabies shots and flea treatments, and we had our weekend.  Tuesday, the health department called, and said they hoped to get an answer from the lab that afternoon.  But the lab was too busy.  I didn't get the answer until Wednesday, which happily was negative.  Thank goodness!  Rabies shots for humans wasn't in the budget either.

Besides, we love our kitties!  We're so glad they're all safe.

Finally, check out my new icon from djinni!  Tod is doing another icon day right now, so if you want one, go to http://djinni.livejournal.com/334164.html  This is my Magical Lunar Moth Artist icon. 
wyld_dandelyon: (musical kitty)
Now that it's starting to get warmer, and our windowsills aren't a reliably-cold spot, the not-a-kitten-any-more comes running any time someone heads toward the kitchen, hoping we'll open the refrigerator, so she can hop  up and lay blissfully on the cold shelf that the door fills when the 'fridge is closed.  She's even happier if she can con one of us into rubbing her belly while she's there.

We call her our cave cat, because she loves her caves, whether they're made of covers, paper bags, curtains, boxes, or long skirts.  But we almost could call her our seal--the bathtub is for water.  Water in the bottom for a drink.  A stream of water to play with or drink from (ooh--warm water!  How wonderful!)  She's not at all perturbed if you splash her (or even get out of the tub streaming wet and rub her down with your foot).  If you drip water on her, it beads and either runs off or sits there so she can have a drink.  Get her really wet?  A shake and a few licks later, she feels cool and almost dry to the touch.

But the best thing, now that she's grownup-sized (even if she still plays like a kitten) is that the three boy-cats in the house fight less, and (except for the youngest one, who periodically tries to convince her he's still the alpha cat) seem much happier.  She accomplished this by doing strange and confusing things, like grooming them and plopping herself on their legs when they're resting in prime spots, gently head-butting them until they groom her (or until they cede the comfy spot to her).  Even the male who used to be top cat isn't less happy--he likes having her around.  He just doesn't want her to think she's boss. 

He's clearly out of luck.
wyld_dandelyon: (musical kitty)
Now that it's starting to get warmer, and our windowsills aren't a reliably-cold spot, the not-a-kitten-any-more comes running any time someone heads toward the kitchen, hoping we'll open the refrigerator, so she can hop  up and lay blissfully on the cold shelf that the door fills when the 'fridge is closed.  She's even happier if she can con one of us into rubbing her belly while she's there.

We call her our cave cat, because she loves her caves, whether they're made of covers, paper bags, curtains, boxes, or long skirts.  But we almost could call her our seal--the bathtub is for water.  Water in the bottom for a drink.  A stream of water to play with or drink from (ooh--warm water!  How wonderful!)  She's not at all perturbed if you splash her (or even get out of the tub streaming wet and rub her down with your foot).  If you drip water on her, it beads and either runs off or sits there so she can have a drink.  Get her really wet?  A shake and a few licks later, she feels cool and almost dry to the touch.

But the best thing, now that she's grownup-sized (even if she still plays like a kitten) is that the three boy-cats in the house fight less, and (except for the youngest one, who periodically tries to convince her he's still the alpha cat) seem much happier.  She accomplished this by doing strange and confusing things, like grooming them and plopping herself on their legs when they're resting in prime spots, gently head-butting them until they groom her (or until they cede the comfy spot to her).  Even the male who used to be top cat isn't less happy--he likes having her around.  He just doesn't want her to think she's boss. 

He's clearly out of luck.
wyld_dandelyon: (Torn World)
First, a note that if you've subscribed to Torn World, you should spend your credits. Ellen goes over how it works (including a warning that you lose the right to bestow those credits as you see fit, in this post:  Ellen is Not A Bank:  Spend Your Credits.  As one of the Torn World creators, I assure you--if you put money toward one of my stories, I pay attention.  If you want to encourage a particular story line, you can tip me on the site, leaving a comment to tell me what you want.  (Of course, you can also tip me in my donation hat, over on www.wyld-dandelyon.com.)

I'm still so excited to have my own website!  When I remember to think about it, anyway; I'm currently distracted by other things creatively:

I want to catch up on some of my story arcs--Jrilii's Wild Snowy Chase and Dini and Lalya's wedding in particular.  (Poor Lalya still does't have a wedding dress.)

I'm also trying to get back to doing #fridayflash regularly.  Like Sketchfest, it's a good stretch for my skills.  And I want to get back to my Feather-Blessed Dragons too. 

Of course, right now, the biggest time drain is the anthology, which needs black and white art for specific stories, and I'm pushing my drawing skills right to their limits.  I'm finding this surprisingly draining; it's much more tiring than sketch fests--there, if a sketch doesn't turn out, I can just move on.  I can push my skill level and feel good about the result whether it's good or not--I learned something from it, after all.  But this--this is important to me, and to everyone involved in the project.  And there's a deadline, which isn't at all distant.  I can't just put it aside and come back to it in a few days or weeks, it needs to get finished!  So, wish me luck with them!

Oh--and this weekend is the Muse Fusion!  I hope you'll stop by and leave us all some prompts.  What would you like to see more of, in Torn World?  What questions do you have?  What have we not done yet, that you would like to see or read about? 

In other news, yesterday I got an IM from my kid that started, "I know this is super late...." inviting me to go to the art show her pictures were in, at the school (one day only and starting in about a half-hour), and got to go see that, and chat with the grandmother of one of her classmates who I haven't seen in years, and then got a call from a very old friend who hasn't called me in even longer, and we chatted, and except for financial worries (I haven't gotten any surprise calls from potential employers) it's been a good few days.

Oh, and one of the cats has decided that the canvas bag that holds all my tax papers (the taxes are thankfully done) is the bestest bed ever!  He'll be disappointed when I pack them into an envelope in a box in the attic and put the bag back with the other grocery bags!
wyld_dandelyon: (Torn World)
First, a note that if you've subscribed to Torn World, you should spend your credits. Ellen goes over how it works (including a warning that you lose the right to bestow those credits as you see fit, in this post:  Ellen is Not A Bank:  Spend Your Credits.  As one of the Torn World creators, I assure you--if you put money toward one of my stories, I pay attention.  If you want to encourage a particular story line, you can tip me on the site, leaving a comment to tell me what you want.  (Of course, you can also tip me in my donation hat, over on www.wyld-dandelyon.com.)

I'm still so excited to have my own website!  When I remember to think about it, anyway; I'm currently distracted by other things creatively:

I want to catch up on some of my story arcs--Jrilii's Wild Snowy Chase and Dini and Lalya's wedding in particular.  (Poor Lalya still does't have a wedding dress.)

I'm also trying to get back to doing #fridayflash regularly.  Like Sketchfest, it's a good stretch for my skills.  And I want to get back to my Feather-Blessed Dragons too. 

Of course, right now, the biggest time drain is the anthology, which needs black and white art for specific stories, and I'm pushing my drawing skills right to their limits.  I'm finding this surprisingly draining; it's much more tiring than sketch fests--there, if a sketch doesn't turn out, I can just move on.  I can push my skill level and feel good about the result whether it's good or not--I learned something from it, after all.  But this--this is important to me, and to everyone involved in the project.  And there's a deadline, which isn't at all distant.  I can't just put it aside and come back to it in a few days or weeks, it needs to get finished!  So, wish me luck with them!

Oh--and this weekend is the Muse Fusion!  I hope you'll stop by and leave us all some prompts.  What would you like to see more of, in Torn World?  What questions do you have?  What have we not done yet, that you would like to see or read about? 

In other news, yesterday I got an IM from my kid that started, "I know this is super late...." inviting me to go to the art show her pictures were in, at the school (one day only and starting in about a half-hour), and got to go see that, and chat with the grandmother of one of her classmates who I haven't seen in years, and then got a call from a very old friend who hasn't called me in even longer, and we chatted, and except for financial worries (I haven't gotten any surprise calls from potential employers) it's been a good few days.

Oh, and one of the cats has decided that the canvas bag that holds all my tax papers (the taxes are thankfully done) is the bestest bed ever!  He'll be disappointed when I pack them into an envelope in a box in the attic and put the bag back with the other grocery bags!
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
Well, I didn't yell at my singing partner fast enough--he forgot to use proper cat-lock procedures and now Mamacat is outside again, before we got her spayed. This morning she met me at the door, obviously wanting me to feed her out there. We'll see if she sticks around long enough to be caught anytime soon.

Didn't realize she was gone at first, of course. My Angel, who had stayed up to greet the refrigerator repairman, finally offered the cats their canned food, and Mama was nowhere to be seen. Amitiel, who is a pale fire-point Himalayan, showed up looking black, so after his dinner, he got a bath. He doesn't like it, but puts up with it pretty well, especially when he's gotten into something that tastes bad. And even after that, Mama remained AWOL. So I spent some time looking for her and for Tulku, who has been mostly hiding because he disapproves of adding Mamacat to our household. We weren't really worried then, though it's unlike him not to come for canned cat food.

(Mamacat ended up with the run of the house after the kitten found out she can jump from the porch (the screen on the bedroom window isn't properly attached to its frame) to the window of the room where we were keeping her Mama, and gave us a good scare when she showed up on the windowsill on the wrong side of the screen--two tall stories up! Other doors close, but not securely enough to prevent kitties from opening them; our cats are even strong enough to push the heavy pocket doors open, given a few hours to work at it. And there's (century-old) doors we definitely don't want them clawing up; the one to the media room was badly damaged by the prior owner, so a few cat-claws at the base can't make it significantly more ruined.)

But when I'd gotten home, and timid Tulku was still nowhere to be found, and had skipped another meal, and My Angel had been looking for her on and off all afternoon, that was a concern. Especially in this summer heat. There's only so long any animal will survive without water, and it's shorter when it's hot.

So, I put aside the blog post I'd been planning on the drive home from work and we searched the house. Attic to basement. With nothing to show for it but Amitiel miauing at me as if to say, "that other cat's ignoring you, so pay attention to me!" Twice. And letting me hold him and comb out mats from his too-thick hair both times.

So we rested a bit, and I had some food (an apple and some corn-oil-free potato chips) and waited for it to get dark, since My Angel sometimes sees stuff in the near-dark that she can't see in bright light.

I think what finally made the difference, however, is that it got quieter in the neighborhood, and had all the other cats closed into a room with me; she heard him answering her call and found he'd gotten stuck between a desk and a window, under the ledge made by the desktop and above the ledge made by the windowsill. Either something scared him and he didn't realize what he was getting into, or he finally got fat enough that he couldn't back out of that spot any more.

So, Mama's as safe as she ever was before, outside. Tulku ate twice as much as usual before having a very, very long drink, and is now happily enjoying My Angel's lap.

Thus, I don't have the cool post I'd planned, and I don't have a new bit of flash fiction (or not-so-flash), and I haven't printed out stories to snail-mail to new markets Monday, and it's bedtime.

Oh--yeah--the cool idea. I've got a new Torn World thing I'm developing, which involves the archetypes used by the culture that uses the musical instruments in the story I've written for the next contest, and also extrapolates how having three noun classes (natural, technological, and abstract) might lead people to think less in dualities and more in triads.)

And I anticipate having a Torn World-related Free Stuff Day sometime in mid-August, though I'm not revealing what type of "stuff" yet.
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
Well, I didn't yell at my singing partner fast enough--he forgot to use proper cat-lock procedures and now Mamacat is outside again, before we got her spayed. This morning she met me at the door, obviously wanting me to feed her out there. We'll see if she sticks around long enough to be caught anytime soon.

Didn't realize she was gone at first, of course. My Angel, who had stayed up to greet the refrigerator repairman, finally offered the cats their canned food, and Mama was nowhere to be seen. Amitiel, who is a pale fire-point Himalayan, showed up looking black, so after his dinner, he got a bath. He doesn't like it, but puts up with it pretty well, especially when he's gotten into something that tastes bad. And even after that, Mama remained AWOL. So I spent some time looking for her and for Tulku, who has been mostly hiding because he disapproves of adding Mamacat to our household. We weren't really worried then, though it's unlike him not to come for canned cat food.

(Mamacat ended up with the run of the house after the kitten found out she can jump from the porch (the screen on the bedroom window isn't properly attached to its frame) to the window of the room where we were keeping her Mama, and gave us a good scare when she showed up on the windowsill on the wrong side of the screen--two tall stories up! Other doors close, but not securely enough to prevent kitties from opening them; our cats are even strong enough to push the heavy pocket doors open, given a few hours to work at it. And there's (century-old) doors we definitely don't want them clawing up; the one to the media room was badly damaged by the prior owner, so a few cat-claws at the base can't make it significantly more ruined.)

But when I'd gotten home, and timid Tulku was still nowhere to be found, and had skipped another meal, and My Angel had been looking for her on and off all afternoon, that was a concern. Especially in this summer heat. There's only so long any animal will survive without water, and it's shorter when it's hot.

So, I put aside the blog post I'd been planning on the drive home from work and we searched the house. Attic to basement. With nothing to show for it but Amitiel miauing at me as if to say, "that other cat's ignoring you, so pay attention to me!" Twice. And letting me hold him and comb out mats from his too-thick hair both times.

So we rested a bit, and I had some food (an apple and some corn-oil-free potato chips) and waited for it to get dark, since My Angel sometimes sees stuff in the near-dark that she can't see in bright light.

I think what finally made the difference, however, is that it got quieter in the neighborhood, and had all the other cats closed into a room with me; she heard him answering her call and found he'd gotten stuck between a desk and a window, under the ledge made by the desktop and above the ledge made by the windowsill. Either something scared him and he didn't realize what he was getting into, or he finally got fat enough that he couldn't back out of that spot any more.

So, Mama's as safe as she ever was before, outside. Tulku ate twice as much as usual before having a very, very long drink, and is now happily enjoying My Angel's lap.

Thus, I don't have the cool post I'd planned, and I don't have a new bit of flash fiction (or not-so-flash), and I haven't printed out stories to snail-mail to new markets Monday, and it's bedtime.

Oh--yeah--the cool idea. I've got a new Torn World thing I'm developing, which involves the archetypes used by the culture that uses the musical instruments in the story I've written for the next contest, and also extrapolates how having three noun classes (natural, technological, and abstract) might lead people to think less in dualities and more in triads.)

And I anticipate having a Torn World-related Free Stuff Day sometime in mid-August, though I'm not revealing what type of "stuff" yet.
wyld_dandelyon: (Default)
Yesterday started with a trip to the vet--one of our cats developed nasty black stuff coming from his eye, so we took him in, and the other older cat, just for a check-up, and the kitten we're keeping. Amitiel has an eye infection; the other cat seemed fine to the vet; the kitten is female after all, and has ear mites. And it was no surprise that there was some evidence of fleas. So now all the cats have been treated with the stuff that kills both fleas and ear mites, and we have to put antibiotic gel in Ami's eye for ten days.

We had planned to go to Pride Fest after that (Well, originally we'd planned to go instead of that, but black stuff around the kitty's changed our plans) but My Angel started to feel ill at the v et's. So I ended up doing house work and starting a painting, since I kept going back and forth as to what to do with the story I'm working on. And the yard work we'd planned to do didn't get done.

Today we did get to Pride Fest, and I found some jewelry to match one of my work outfits, and we got a new Celebrate Diversity bumper sticker, so the not even "new to us" car could once again have a proper rainbow on it. Then we got back in time to do just a little lawn mowing before darkness and rain fell at the same time.

I finally got word on the story that the music-theme anthology was holding; the editor said he finally had to admit he had only so much room in the book, and he hopes he'll see it in some other publication very soon. So, it's out again to a different editor, and I'm hoping he gets his wish. Oh, well, I'm really pleased with the story, and it wouldn't exist if I wasn't hoping to get into that anthology, so I'm still ahead. Disappointed, but still ahead.

Now it's time to head to bed. This week I start the three month temp job full time. So, naturally, this week we have another Torn World Muse Fusion.

I love the creative challenge, but it's not as much fun when I can't even start until I'm tired from a very full, very busy day at work and have to get to bed in time to be rested for another very full busy day at work. And this job is a very busy job. So I don't know how much I'll be able to write before I have to head to bed.

Still, I'd love to hear from each of you as to what brand-new Torn World things you're most interested in reading.

You're welcome to tell me other stuff you want to see, too.
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Yesterday started with a trip to the vet--one of our cats developed nasty black stuff coming from his eye, so we took him in, and the other older cat, just for a check-up, and the kitten we're keeping. Amitiel has an eye infection; the other cat seemed fine to the vet; the kitten is female after all, and has ear mites. And it was no surprise that there was some evidence of fleas. So now all the cats have been treated with the stuff that kills both fleas and ear mites, and we have to put antibiotic gel in Ami's eye for ten days.

We had planned to go to Pride Fest after that (Well, originally we'd planned to go instead of that, but black stuff around the kitty's changed our plans) but My Angel started to feel ill at the v et's. So I ended up doing house work and starting a painting, since I kept going back and forth as to what to do with the story I'm working on. And the yard work we'd planned to do didn't get done.

Today we did get to Pride Fest, and I found some jewelry to match one of my work outfits, and we got a new Celebrate Diversity bumper sticker, so the not even "new to us" car could once again have a proper rainbow on it. Then we got back in time to do just a little lawn mowing before darkness and rain fell at the same time.

I finally got word on the story that the music-theme anthology was holding; the editor said he finally had to admit he had only so much room in the book, and he hopes he'll see it in some other publication very soon. So, it's out again to a different editor, and I'm hoping he gets his wish. Oh, well, I'm really pleased with the story, and it wouldn't exist if I wasn't hoping to get into that anthology, so I'm still ahead. Disappointed, but still ahead.

Now it's time to head to bed. This week I start the three month temp job full time. So, naturally, this week we have another Torn World Muse Fusion.

I love the creative challenge, but it's not as much fun when I can't even start until I'm tired from a very full, very busy day at work and have to get to bed in time to be rested for another very full busy day at work. And this job is a very busy job. So I don't know how much I'll be able to write before I have to head to bed.

Still, I'd love to hear from each of you as to what brand-new Torn World things you're most interested in reading.

You're welcome to tell me other stuff you want to see, too.
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Oh, yeah--unwanted adventure on Saturday.  In retrospect, it has some dark humor--My Angel was telling me that you have to be careful not to cut your fingers off with the hand scythe when she cut her finger.  Deep.  And she's on blood thinners.  Oh, yay!  Instead of continuing to do yard work and take pictures, we get to go to the hospital.  On a holiday weekend. 

Hurray.

So I grabbed my laptop and purse and drove her to the hospital she'd been in when she had the pulmonary embolisms.  So we sat in the waiting room.  Then we sat at the counter where they input your information.  Then we sat in an exam room.  Eventually a nurse cleaned the cut, and a doctor added three spider-like black stitches, and I got to get instructions on changing the dressing.

During all this I tried to do some writing, with very limited success.

So now, at least until next Saturday, My Angel has a finger splint to keep her from bending the finger, so that the skin on top of the knuckle will actually grow back together instead of being pulled open.  So much for her plans for getting work done over the weekend and the next few days.

Oh, well, at least she didn't cut the finger off!

And, of course, by the time we got back, it was quite dark. 

And then we found out that Mamacat had figured out how to open the media room door.  The kitten I was to give away Monday was nowhere to be seen.  More time spent searching for the cute little kitty, who had become all skittish as one by one her brothers were handed over to new human families.

Eventually I caught her in the living room, so I closed that room up again, and we took food, water, and a cat box back down there, with sighs of relief.  And I went back to trying to write, significantly tireder and more distracted than I had been.  I was just getting going when we heard the sliding door to the living room opening. 

Did we have a burglar?  Nope--Mamacat had just figured out how to open that door too.  They had vanished into the much-cluttered basement.  We looked a bit, but it was late, and finally we went to sleep.

Sunday morning I tried to write, but kept getting up to look for the kitten.  I had firm intentions of waiting to look for her until My Angel was up, so we could double-team her once found, but it's hard to ignore the call to find the poor lost kitten.  Around dinnertime, food lured her to the kitchen, so we locked her and Mama into the room in the house that has the most secure latch--and which opens outward.  Then I piled my )small but heavy) suitcase full of sculpy and some other stuff in front of the door. 

With the wayward cats safely trapped,  I should have been raring to go, but instead I was exhausted and falling asleep at the keyboard.  So I changed My Angel's dressing and headed to bed, with the kitten we're keeping (pictured here, playing with the strainer from the downstairs bathroom sink) in the bedroom with me, obviously very curious as to why I had a weird face-hugging thing on my head.

Got up just in time to have a glass of milk before [livejournal.com profile] xap  came to claim her family's new kitten. 

All's well that ends well--My Angel's finger shows no sign of infection, and Xap wrote me here on LJ last night to let me know the kitten was curled up beside her, washing herself and licking Xap's hand.   And I finally got my minimum writing and art goals for the weekend done, before the deadline.

And I got word that the next chapter of the story of Dini and Lalya will be up on Torn World tomorrow!  I also submitted the first story to Ergo Fiction, whose theme for June 6-12 is "Love Is in the Air".  Hopefully they will include Building a Home in that issue, and their readers will like it.  Keep your fingers crossed for me.

And now I'm all tired again.  *sigh*  Good night, all!
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Oh, yeah--unwanted adventure on Saturday.  In retrospect, it has some dark humor--My Angel was telling me that you have to be careful not to cut your fingers off with the hand scythe when she cut her finger.  Deep.  And she's on blood thinners.  Oh, yay!  Instead of continuing to do yard work and take pictures, we get to go to the hospital.  On a holiday weekend. 

Hurray.

So I grabbed my laptop and purse and drove her to the hospital she'd been in when she had the pulmonary embolisms.  So we sat in the waiting room.  Then we sat at the counter where they input your information.  Then we sat in an exam room.  Eventually a nurse cleaned the cut, and a doctor added three spider-like black stitches, and I got to get instructions on changing the dressing.

During all this I tried to do some writing, with very limited success.

So now, at least until next Saturday, My Angel has a finger splint to keep her from bending the finger, so that the skin on top of the knuckle will actually grow back together instead of being pulled open.  So much for her plans for getting work done over the weekend and the next few days.

Oh, well, at least she didn't cut the finger off!

And, of course, by the time we got back, it was quite dark. 

And then we found out that Mamacat had figured out how to open the media room door.  The kitten I was to give away Monday was nowhere to be seen.  More time spent searching for the cute little kitty, who had become all skittish as one by one her brothers were handed over to new human families.

Eventually I caught her in the living room, so I closed that room up again, and we took food, water, and a cat box back down there, with sighs of relief.  And I went back to trying to write, significantly tireder and more distracted than I had been.  I was just getting going when we heard the sliding door to the living room opening. 

Did we have a burglar?  Nope--Mamacat had just figured out how to open that door too.  They had vanished into the much-cluttered basement.  We looked a bit, but it was late, and finally we went to sleep.

Sunday morning I tried to write, but kept getting up to look for the kitten.  I had firm intentions of waiting to look for her until My Angel was up, so we could double-team her once found, but it's hard to ignore the call to find the poor lost kitten.  Around dinnertime, food lured her to the kitchen, so we locked her and Mama into the room in the house that has the most secure latch--and which opens outward.  Then I piled my )small but heavy) suitcase full of sculpy and some other stuff in front of the door. 

With the wayward cats safely trapped,  I should have been raring to go, but instead I was exhausted and falling asleep at the keyboard.  So I changed My Angel's dressing and headed to bed, with the kitten we're keeping (pictured here, playing with the strainer from the downstairs bathroom sink) in the bedroom with me, obviously very curious as to why I had a weird face-hugging thing on my head.

Got up just in time to have a glass of milk before [livejournal.com profile] xap  came to claim her family's new kitten. 

All's well that ends well--My Angel's finger shows no sign of infection, and Xap wrote me here on LJ last night to let me know the kitten was curled up beside her, washing herself and licking Xap's hand.   And I finally got my minimum writing and art goals for the weekend done, before the deadline.

And I got word that the next chapter of the story of Dini and Lalya will be up on Torn World tomorrow!  I also submitted the first story to Ergo Fiction, whose theme for June 6-12 is "Love Is in the Air".  Hopefully they will include Building a Home in that issue, and their readers will like it.  Keep your fingers crossed for me.

And now I'm all tired again.  *sigh*  Good night, all!

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