Musings on a Small Life

Okay, okay, I just might develop a facial tic from some work issues. Not related to our department, but to others and their inability to do any kind of project management as relates to the zillion and one student surveys our office coordinates. I'm banging my head against the desk right now. Waiting for that facial tic to develop. Apparently no one thinks to have their ducks lined up in a row before they come to us, expecting their survey to go out on such-and-such a day. Pffffftttt. I stick out my tongue at them all, which, I suppose, is better than giving them all the finger. As for going over with treats for the neighbours, I understand where you're coming from and it's true that honey gets you farther than vinegar. But I truly couldn't open my mouth right now without saying something sarcastic and cutting about their parenting, or lack thereof. In a perfectly saccharine sweet, cutting way, of course. Better to keep my mouth shut and consider options on my side for...

Nicki needs a dental, preferably within the next six months. Yay! (Not--for him or for me.) I'm glad I took him in today, though--thought he was sitting down a bit uncomfortably over the weekend, saw him licking himself more than usual. Sure enough, his anal glands were filled up again. Very full. Yuck. So I didn't imagine it, wasn't being paranoid. I posted about this on the "new" Fuzzy Tales blog for anyone who wants the details: http://fuzzy-tales.blogspot.com/2012/02/nickis-ordeal.html On the plus side, I took a half day vacation today for the vet appointment. So it was nice to be home early. And just so there's something pretty for this extra post today, a few floral shots from Sunday's jaunt to the greenhouse. Universal Blessings, Light and Mercy to All Beings.

Before I get to the snapshots, I just want to state that the little girl next door (new neighbours) has the, uh, healthiest set of lungs that I've heard in a long time. Whew. No one can shriek louder than a girl--I was a shrieker myself. The difference is that I wasn't allowed to run pell mell through through our house, constantly yelling my fool head off. I'd have been walloped or sent to my room. I screamed my fool head off outside when I was a kid, though grew up in the country and so had "room" to do that. These days it seems kids aren't taught manners at all and are able to do as they please, with no repercussions or discipline whatsoever. I'm wondering how many thousands of dollars it would cost to have a company come in and do blown-in insulation of some type in between the adjoining wall, both on my main level and upstairs. That wouldn't provide sound-proofing, but I sure as heck would like something to muffle the noise. I'm showing my ag...

Gees, it's only 7:10AM and already my work day is shaping up to be crazy. And yes, I'm at the office; most days I work from 7AM to 3PM. Okay, never mind that. On to the "important" stuff, cat show snapshots. Awaiting his turn in the first of four house cat classes. Bob Gleason, the show's coordinator and judge for this first house cat class. Over the course of the weekend all four judges would have taken a turn with the house cats class. He always made me think of Patrick Trougton, the second actor to play Dr. Who. It's the hair.  Bob Gleason's wife, another of the judges.  Back to Mr. Gleason and the house cats. There were 20 house cats in total. He was really good--fun and informative. A couple of the other judges don't say much and it's not that fun to watch them. This was a senior cat (below), I think around 10 or 12 years, maybe older. Still liked to play, just like a kitten. Cute!  Another senior, I believe. This Tonkinese couldn't be s...

...going to the greenhouse! Yes, I went to Value Village this morning, wasn't really in the mood to shop, so only bought a navy cardigan/jacket, a pair of sweat pants, a small knapsack (purse-like), and three novels. In and out in just over an hour, taking my time in spite of the large number of people there for the half-price sale. Came home but wasn't ready to call it a day, so I did go to the greenhouse after all, and I'm glad I did. A half hour in there, over 100 pics, 84 to be kept and to edit. So after I finish with the cat show pics I'll be posting flower pics, endlessly.  :-) Still, those floral snapshots are the first non-cat pics I've taken in forever, and I think that , more than anything else, made me feel good. Maybe, just maybe , I'll feel like taking floral and landscape snapshots again this spring and summer. It used to be my "therapy," and I've felt somehow lost over the past year, not being in the mood to do so. I guess time w...

I whittled the almost-300 pics down to just over 100, though promise I won't post the majority of them. S/he reminds me of one Lolo, one of the cats around the Cat Blogosphere, recently passed. Sweet Ragdoll Persian, I assume. I admit I feel sorry for them, with the pushed-in noses. So many must have breathing problems. Check out the massive play centre on the right. It really was huge. You'd need a pretty darned big room for it, but what fun it would be for kitties! One of the judges (before I moved on to the house cats). This cat reminds me of Sparkle, a well-known blogging cat with an author human. I'll post the top ten house cats another time. I took a lot of snapshots, but not many were worth keeping. Have a great Sunday! Universal Blessings, Light and Mercy to All Beings.