Digit got out of his box at the vet, and the limp went away. Completely. I was relieved and irritated at the same time. The vet said it always happens like that. Adrenaline makes the weak strong. (For such a terror, he’s sure a sweet thing at the animal hospital, pushing his head into my stomach, tolerating the nail clipping….) Vet didn’t think anything was broken, just a strain, and thought I had done the right thing, waiting and seeing.
Right as rain, now he is. Right as all the rain that’s been pounding us in the last few days…..
Painting this morning. I found the red/orange that I want on the book jacket of my beloved Milton. (I know he was a misogynistic old guy, but I love the fella. Adore him. He’s my boyfriend. My blind, bitter boyfriend….) I’m a gonna carry that book in and say, “I want THIS.” Wait. Can I do that? Thank god my painterly friend is helping me.
Then tonight I’m making a quick (4 hour) drive down the coast to leave the babies (who aren’t limping, neither of them) at the little mama’s for the week while I move. Back tomorrow morning to really start it. Last night, I pretended to myself I was staying in my little place forever, sat on the couch, got a little more done on the second Cromarty sleeve (now at the saddle shaping), drank a little wine, watched HBO (Iron Jawed Angels? Anyone else think it insipid? I’m a little disappointed in myself – maybe I just didn’t Feel the Emotion I should have. But I was WAY more into the re-run of Sex and the City that followed. Carrie should choose New York. Okay?). Soon, I tell myself, I’ll be home again. In my home, of my making. A couple of weeks of chaos will be worth it.
Mwah, darlings.
(psst: It’s Bethany’s birthday tomorrow.)
Oh, I love that bad ol’ Milton, too. My fav: the part in Paradise Lost where Raphael, hanging out with Adam, eating fruits and berries, tries to explain Angel Sex and gets all embarrassed. That was of course Before The Fall, and now the angels don’t tell us stuff like that no more. Alas.
But while we’re on the subject of Literary Bad Boys We Love Anyway, why NOT Byron?
Yo! He’s Bi! He has Food Issues! He wrote Don Juan, which manages to be hilarious for decades!
Bst wishes on the moving, honey. If I were there, I’d help.
So glad Digit is okay! Don’t tell Lucy, but she’s going to the vet for her annual visit this afternoon. Good luck with your moving hijinks!
I’m glad Digit is better. And your new place looks so nice – once the hard work of moving is over I’m sure you’ll love it.
I watched Iron Jawed Angels. It was entertaining, but a little weak. It felt really hip to me. And suffragettes in the 1900s shouldn’t be hip in a 21st century kind of way..I don’t know. Anyways, I liked the redhead a lot.
And Carrie to NY=Yes. But Mr. Big has always bugged me…she should come home for her girls and the shoes.
(Psst:What’s Bethany’s address?)
I am glad Digit is okay. I am like that when I get to the doctors office. Heck, my kids usually stop coughing, puking or hiving when they get there too. I always look like I am over-reacting.
Whatcha gettin’ Bethany?
Oh yea, the paint–no problem. Most paint shops have a computer that they put on your color and they scan it and get the formula to make it. 🙂
Glad Digit is doing well! There’s supposed to be a great paint place in Berkeley somewhere … and they can match paints to anything these days!
I was going to offer to bring the cats back down with me later in the week if you can wait that long?
can’t wait to see pic’s of your newly painted pad.breath in,breath out.you will be fine!
Huzzah for the resilience of cats. I’m glad he’s feeling better. As for your blind boyfriend Milton, if we stopped reading any classics written by misogynists, our shelves would be bare indeed. And he was one of the first to argue for legal divorce (by either party) on the grounds of incompatibility, arguing that marriage was based on the love and compatibility of two people and was meant to be a support and comfort, not a means for propagation of children, and was not in itself a sacred monolithic entity that must be preserved from attack no matter what. An argument that could be turned to good use in a current debate, though I’m sure Milton would be shocked to see it used so!
Congratulations on the new abode. I’m all for spur-of-the-moment decisions, so I think it sounds great. And while I completely understand the wanting to have total control, I’m also willing to provide extra arms and hands and a back if you change your mind and want help (moving or painting).
See you Friday!
Good luck on your move. I have just done a move in much the same way and I have one red wall in my kitchen!
Iron Jawed Angels was compelling and disturbing to me and nothing I knew about.
But the details…Did they really have indigo blue washcloths? Well maybe handwoven ones.
I also was distracted by the music.
Sex in the City has made me cry for the past few weeks…
Good luck dear.
good luck with the moving!
how exciting to have a new place all your own!
Cats and vets…sigh. Igor is just a big ole wussy at the vet’s too.
Knit on, through all moving!
No problem on the paint. I kinow where I live at HOme Depot they have this little kiosk that has a scanner – hold whatever you want up to it (pliiow, book, sweater) and it will tell you the closest matches in all their paint lines. Good luck with the move. The control freak think I totally understand.
Happy moving! (The chaos will be worth it :-).)