Thursday, December 15, 2011
When I woke up this afternoon small evidence of a brief flurry of snow that the wind had chased against tires and cracks...
...and dips and corners was all that remained. Not enough to constitute a dusting. Not enough to make me stop singing White Christmas. ;P
While I was sick if Karma wasn't cuddled up with me on my chair she was enjoying her cat bed on hers.
But if I got up she kept watch until zombie-woman settled in again.
Let's see...not much has been happening. I'm finally feeling more human--LOL! Caroline came to clean on Wednesday...and the packing paper was finally tossed. Another "where's Waldo" moment--LOL!
Dagan and Leah made a very brief stop after work yesterday.
My copy of Dee's book arrived!!
I hope to have this read before New Year's. :)
I got an email back from Scrapbook.com. They didn't have any more of that set in stock that I bought with the leaky bottle, so they gave it to me for half price...and refunded me immediately. Nice company!
There were also deaths.
When I tore down my 30 gallon tank and gave it away on freecycle I moved the live plants and the few fish I had left into an old ten gallon tank and stuck it up on a dresser in the bedroom. Well, the plants and some of the fish have been dying recently. Come to find out the heater was on the fritz and roasting the poor things! It wasn't shutting off! You're supposed to be able to turn this dial on top until the red light goes off...well, the water was super warm and I could turn that dial as far as I could either way...and the red light just glowed and glowed. So, I unplugged it.
They are in cool water now...the four old tetras and one plant I have left. I asked Dagan if he would help me tear it apart and clean it one day pretty soon. It was overdue, anyways.
The other death...
A girl I went to high school with.
She'd been sick for a long time...breathing, pneumonia...and has had a rough time of it over the years. We wrote and talked on the phone now and again. These past few years I have sent her "picture" bookcards. She didn't have a computer or internet access, so I would print her off pictures of various things I posted on the blog and glue them into one of my bookcards...kind of illustrated letters.
Her sister Vicky told me that in Anita's last days...well, she had sat by Anita's hospital bed and re-read my letters to her because they cheered her up.
I am so glad if I lifted any of her burden.
It's not my story to tell...
[well, except maybe when she and I ran away to Canada in 1969 with a guy avoiding jail for possession of marijuana (two joints) and a serviceman who was going AWOL after boot camp so he didn't have to go to Vietnam (we all changed our minds and went home)]
...but at least none of us have to worry about her anymore.
Anita is finally at peace.
"Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see."