Clearing things out always offers a surprise or two. Having washed the dishes and put away the laundry this morning, I decided to spend a little time clearing off the kitchen table. Here’s what I found:
- The drip tray to a large, round George Forman grill (which also bakes) I no longer use. I immediately put the grill and all its accoutrements in the Goodwill box without feeling guilty that it wasn’t complete.
- An upside down salt shaker. Who the hell did that? No, the holes weren’t covered with tape, so a pile of salt spilled out when I turned it over. Fortunately, it was sitting on a ceramic tray and was easy to clean up. It was nice to see the tray again. It’s very colorful and cute.
- The pump to a bath and shower gel I’d been looking for. I’d thought I’d found the pump, but this one is 1) black instead of white, which coordinates goes with the decorative bottle, and 2) is shorter and more likely fits the squat, round bottle.
- Krazy Glue! Two bottles! Now I could fix my resin Welcome Cat sitting outside my door. The “welcome sign broke some time ago. I was able to fix it with Krazy Glue, but when my neighbor moved out- :'( -it got broken again. After failing several times with bottle #1, I tried bottle #2. No love there, either. So I ended up slipping the chain onto one of the cat’s wire whiskers. Actually, it doesn’t look that bad.
Hmm, I see I need to straighten Mr. Whiskers around.
(The metal black and white sculpture belongs to my Boston terrier-loving neighbor. She kindly left her Welcome Dog when she moved. Since she’s renting her place, she comes back now and then.)
Mildly frustrated with my experiences at the Arlington and Alexandria animal shelters (emphasis on mildly), I did a Google search for cat rescue organizations in the area. It came back with Fancy Cats and King Street Cats, two organizations I’ve heard of. A friend had adopted two adorable cats from Fancy Cats a while back. A neighbor has volunteered with King Street Cats, located just down the road from me. (There’s also Tails High, which I found from a pet rescue website; and FOHA, Friends of Homeless Animals, which someone recently mentioned.)
I looked through Fancy Cats and found a few cats I might be interested in. When I emailed them asking about seeing some cats, they replied that I should fill out their online application form. So I did. I then received an email asking to elaborate on a few of my responses, mainly having to do with why I’d surrender a cat, but also how my current cat would respond. I replied once again, only to get a damn phone from them this afternoon, expressing even more reservations. These had to do with Shadow and his litter habits. They decided (sight unseen) that Shadow didn’t like to share his litter box and that a new cat would smell his outside-the-box mess and mess there, too.
Yesterday was a good day for Shadow; not so good for me.
I visited the Alexandria Animal Shelter in the afternoon to meet Roger and Ivory, a 12-year-old brother and sister pair of cats I’ve had my eye on. They’re said to be two of the sweetest cats ever. Sadly, Ivory hissed at me. It was so unlike her, the staff volunteer was shocked. She may have smelled Shadow on me, which means it probably wouldn’t have boded well to bring her home.
Update (I wrote the bulk of the post yesterday [Sat]): It looks like Roger and Ivory were adopted! The shelter posted that 14 animals had found “forever homes” yesterday, along with 15 on July 3rd!
This is my current pedicure. I’d been thinking about getting something American flag-esque for years, and while this isn’t exactly what I had in mind, the intention is clear. (This is the first time I’ve had nail art done, and it’s a bit distracting. I’ll probably never do it again.)
Q: Do they have a 4th of July in Great Britain?
A: Yes they do. They also have a 5th and a 6th and a….
My dad told that joke way back in… well, Mom was still alive, so it was over a quarter of a century ago. :o
I think I’m finally ready to see How to Train Your Dragon 2. Apparently I’ve missed the IMAX version, but it’s still being shown in 3-D. I’m sure it will still be a beautiful experience. I’ll need to remember to restock my portable tissue supply. I’ll probably be a mess when it’s over.
On a related note, the Arlington animal shelter had a trio of two-month-old kittens for adoption named Astrid, Hiccup & Toothless. Toothless was an all black male, Hiccup was a black-and-white female, and Astrid was a cream-colored cutie. Astrid was spoken for when I visited, and Hiccup & Toothless were adopted shortly thereafter (hopefully together). Then Astrid returned. As of now, she’s still shown as being available. I will likely visit the shelter tomorrow. Encouraged by Suzanne’s success with Fizzie and Tig, I may have to bring her home.
While waiting for an appointment yesterday, I came upon an interesting book called One-Minute Organizer Plain & Simple by Danna Smallin. Leafing through it, I found some excellent quick tips for cleaning out clutter and getting my home (and life) in order. I attempted to capture its wisdom with my tablet, first by taking pictures of the pertinent pages. When that proved horrendously cumbersome, I tried to jot down notes on my tablet, only slightly less horrendously cumbersome. I would have used the old tried-and-true pen-to-paper method, but had no paper.
After mentioning the book to my therapist (the appointment), she told me to take it with me. So I did—with the intention of returning it after I’ve reaped its beneits.
The book is much like Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff and other inspirational books, with little tidbits of help on every page.
The first chapter is titled “Getting Started.” It discusses the importance of goals, consistency, accountability, and rewards. For me, one tip stands out from all the others: take care of today’s mess. Tackle those chores that need to be done regularly, such as the daily mail, dishes, and laundry. To those, I would add email and paying bills.
That tip was a light-bulb moment. My to-do lists have always been about “keeping up” and never about “moving forward.” Just that one sentence has changed my thinking. Now I can separate those things I need to do every day from those things that will help me reach my goals.
I’ve addressed today’s mess, having cleaned and put away the dishes, folded and put away the laundry, and dealt with the mail. Tomorrow, the goals!
Last year my neighbor lost her two dogs within three months of each other. I know how difficult the loss of a pet is, I could not imagine the loss of two. Now I know.
Kimmi, my longish-haired calico died yesterday. The most difficult part for me is that I didn’t get to say goodbye. She died at the vet’s while being prepped for surgery. She was 13 years old, and her death comes on the heels of Gigi’s death just before Christmas.
Kimmi wasn’t particularly affectionate, but then calicos and long-hairs generally aren’t. Most of the time, she’d spend the day sleeping on my bed. Our “special time” occurred when I’d come to bed and read before going to sleep. The initial moments were spent with me rubbing her neck and head. (When I’d momentarily stop, she’d paw at my hand to continue.) Then she’d curl up on my lap for awhile. (She didn’t spend the night with me because my male cat usurped the bed. But Kimmi had her own plush and cozy bed in a corner of the bedroom which she regularly used.)
Yes, Suzanne, I’m looking at you! :mrgreen:
Cressida Cowell has a new book in her How to Train Yor Dragon series. After seeing the above tweet and the accompanying trailer (voiced by David Tennant), I rushed to Amazon to purchase the final installment of the adventures of 14-year-old Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third and his Common or Garden dragon Toothless, only to find this isn’t the final book. Rather, it’s a compendium of dragon species, drawn from Hiccup’s boyhood notebook.
Way to psych the public out, guys! Which leads me to one of this posts alternate titles: Read More…
Although I’ve been a member of Twitter since 2008 (at least that’s what Twitter tells me), I’ve not used it other than to redirect posts from here and SciFi Chicks. However, my preoccupation with Dancing with the Stars prodded me to visit it more frequently. (And increase my “following” tweeps to a whopping 27. (I had 29 but gave up two, one after DWTS ended; the other, @midnight, because its “hashtag wars” created too much Twitter noise.)
Even with only 27 followings, though, Twitter has been abuzz lately.
1. Goldilocks Has Left the Building
From Television Without Pity’s Dancing with the Stars Forums:
Anyone who says they don’t have a crush on Charlie White is lying.
If you put the essence of sunshine, rainbows, and puppies in a jar and shook it, you’d pour out Charlie White.*
I started this post a couple weeks ago, about how I’d become smitten with the bowl of sunshine that is Charlie White, and that he’d be voted off Dancing with the Stars over my dead body. Well, it happened, so I must be dead. :'(
You know Charlie White, right? He’s the mop-top Olympic Gold Medalist for ice dancing (with his partner Meryl Davis, of course). Since I didn’t watch one iota of the Olympic coverage this year, I only “met” Charlie when he came to be on Dancing with the Stars. The funny thing is, I hate that show.
To celebrate, here’s a list of
Seven Mothers I Have Known and Loved
- Of course the list begins with Marge Overholt, my own mother. Because it can’t be stated too often, she was the nicest, kindest, best person I’ve ever known. Ever!
- Cassie Clara Carter, maternal grandmother, middle name included for the lovely alliteration. She once threw water on me while I was lying in the sunshine on the back stoop after lunch. Yep, Grandma with ‘tude. Nonetheless, if I’d had a daughter, she would have been named Cassie.
- Margie Overholt, sister-in-law. Some people are born to be a mother. Margie was one of them. When my best friend met my nephews and niece for the first time, she said, “They really are as wonderful as you said!” I credit Margie for that as much as genetics.
- Debra Overholt, “niece-in-law. ” You know how there are some people in this world you just mesh with? Debra was one of them. A genuinely sweet and loving person. She was a mother for only three years, but what a great mother she was.
- Christine Forsythe, sister-in-law’s sister-in-law. Some bright and shining people leave a first impression that never fades. That’s Christine. I wish I knew her better, but her time has been dedicated to her children and family, as well it should be.
- Phyllis Nielsen, my best friend’s mother. Like everyone on this list, she was highly intelligent, extremely talented, and most importantly warm-hearted. She even let me have pecan pie for breakfast one Christmas! (I was an adult, ok?) :D
- Kristen Ireland, niece. Oh no! Mother’s Day snuck up on me and I forgot to get her a card! Love you, Kristen! <3
The internet has given us a new kind of friend. We may not know them in person, but through online contact, we come to know their essence, the person without the facade. Natalie, you are one such person, and I cherish our friendship! Happy Mother’s Day!