Life Events: Pet Relations

Kawaii would have been quite happy if we had never gotten a dog.  She spent the first three days as often under the bed as anywhere else.  I think she pooped only when Riley was in his crate.  She was not ok with this change.  Granted, she doesn’t much care for change.  It definitely is taking her the longest to adjust to having a dog in the house.

Genkii on the other hand follows Riley around.  A Lot.  He has tried to steal Riley’s food.  He has sniffed Riley’s crate.  He cries when Riley goes outside without him…. even in the rain.  Genkii has always thought he’s a dog and he doesn’t quite understand why the real-dog gets different (better?) stuff.  You know, Genkii’s higher-fat kitten food (which is higher fat than adult food) just isn’t as good as the low-fat/high-protein dog food.  Fortunately, Riley doesn’t get bothered by any of these antics but has finally starting sniffing Genkii’s butt- to the cat’s great confusion.

Riley as the best success is happy.  We were told he came from abuse, but honestly – I expect he’ll never remember it in a year.  So far the worst moment has been at the vet’s office.  I don’t know what happened to him before, but when he saw the vet’s stethoscope he kinda freaked out (cowering behind me and growling at the vet).  He did not want to have that thing near him.  I ended up having to put a muzzle on him so we could give him his influenza vaccine (since we are in high-social-time right now to get him used to meeting new people & animals).  Now, the fact that he cowered against me and allowed me (without any fuss at all) to put the muzzle on was actually fairly positive.  The vet said she thinks he’s bonded well and now we just need to teach him that vet visits will be positive experiences for him.

I am wondering/thinking that eventually we might do Genkii+Riley vet visits.  ‘Cause Genkii is a freakin’ CHAMP at the vet.  Vets LOVE my cat.  He doesn’t know what “bad touch” means so they can examine paws, nose, teeth, ears and whatever else and he just wants to look around.  The biggest problem I have with him is he keeps trying to get to the kennel area so he can meet the doggies.  I’m not sure Riley is paying enough attention to Genkii yet, but he’s beginning to.  We’ll do Petsmart a few times and see if they can learn from each other (Genkii could learn better leash manners from Riley).

So we have 3 animals who are finally willing to be in the same room with each other – and this exemplifies them perfectly.  Riley is unaware; Genkii is trying to be just like the doggy, and Kawaii isn’t sure if any of this is ok – but damnit she wants to be here.



Today is Black Friday in the US.  The ultimate holiday of capitalism.

I will be spending my day hanging out with my family.  We will play board games, cook delicious food, and probably get into a political argument.  It’s like doing Thanksgiving 2 days in a row.

So much better than going out and dealing with strangers who are elbowing each other for the latest “greatest” gadget or toy….

Live Events: Injury

I sprained my thumb. It sounds so small, it seems so small – until I try to use my hand too much. And I do keep using it too much.

So I hurt my thumb, I spend a day basically watching tv/movies  & reading (’cause one-handed gaming is hard).  I go to work that week.  By Friday I felt way better.

My parents scheduled “dumpster day” at their house they’ve lived in for ~30 years. Of course I am going to help!  I even do the responsible thing and wrap my hand up in an Ace bandage – give my thumb some support and maybe remind myself not to overdue it.

I overdue it.

I have a business trip that week and spend the week (theoretically) taking it easy and even buying athletic tape to tape up my thumb regularly.

Dumpster Day Part 2 that weekend stresses my thumb out again.

A week of trying to rest my hand while working a computer job (it’s my spacebar thumb -of course).

This past Sat – now week 3 of a sprained thumb – my husband and I needed to do some work.  Specifically, we need to re-hang a big fence-gate.  It’s two 5’x5′ gates and we had to remove them to allow other work from a pro. When we removed it, the hinges were very rusted so we needed to completely rehang them. Not a hard project, but it takes some labor and we went ahead and applied a bracing 2×4 (the whole section needs to be replaced, but that takes some capital we don’t know that we have now – both money and time).

A few years ago my mother gave me a very nice, hefty (awesome) DeWalt drill.  It’s a nice, powerful drill. It required sort of a feather-touch to control the torque. I have more experience with it than my husband, so I end up drilling most of the pilot holes and putting in the screws and bolts for our brace & one of the gate doors.

The only reason we stopped was rain. The sky was about to unload the water (and it did!).  We got 2 inches in about 45 minutes (no exaggeration, I checked the rain gauge afterwards).

But I was glad we stopped ’cause my hand was definitely hurting. I iced my thumb and wrapped it (again) Sat night. Sunday I tried to take it easy, keep it wrapped.

It hurts. and I am tired of not having full use of my hand. I have too much to do – work, writing, home projects – that needs two hands. Two thumbs. I’m not good at the “rest” part of healing. I have too much to do.

Any advice would be greatly appreciated, ’cause I am at a loss.

Manners: Blessings

Today is Easter. A notable Christian holiday.  The important Christian holiday. I will hear a lot of “Hallelujah” and “blessings” today – both digitally on Facebook and from live people.

I don’t talk a lot about my faith. It is highly personal to me. I also have studied history – and I love church history. But it also breaks my heart.

The Church (when I capitalize like this, I mean the “organized, hierarchical groups” – NOT the church which is the “body of Christ”) has done a lot of harm over the centuries. That harm is still being committed today.  People don’t like to think they are doing wrong, but that is exactly what we are supposed to do.

I am fortunate that I am able to attend a Seder every year. The Haggadah is the story of the Exodus and a reminder to the Hebrew heritage (and Jewish faith) that they suffered in Egypt. This reminder is also a call (at least at the Seder I get to attend) to remember the orphans, remember the hungry & oppressed in every form.

It is powerful to me that this could be some of the language which Jesus himself used at his last Passover. I’ve been told that christian communion is an “abbreviated” Passover – but I think churches that never follow-up with a full-length Passover lose something in the translation. Like any abridgment, the nuances of the message get lost. And over time they have been forgotten.

How can we say we offer “each other” blessings in the faith of Christianity if we only bless those whom it’s easy to like and love? How can we offer blessings only to those who are already blessed with heath, wealth, & freedom?

Today especially, I feel a call to cast a blessing on those seeking refuge in my country – my safe and beautiful country. As the children were brought out of Europe in the 1930s, how could I do less for the children of Syria? I have called my US representatives before on this matter, but I think I will begin doing so more – keep up the conversation because I believe, that I can wish blessings on those who just look like me – I must seek blessings for those who need it the most.


Life Memories: Paper Anniversary

Last spring I ran away with the man I’m in love with and got married.

God that is still a lot of a fun to say.  This year, I took the week of our anniversary as vacation. It was very good, especially because I can’t remember the last time I took a full week of just vacation.  Not moving or packing or because I was sick….

It was kind of glorious.  And spending about $200 on books was pretty awesome too.  My list of books getting recovered from the storage-unit-mold-disaster is slowly coming around.  The books that are left were always going to be the hardest ones to find: out of print or role-playing books (which even if not “hard to find” are “damn expensive”)

He also took my calligraphy exam paper from my semester in Japan to get it framed in a gorgeous black-bamboo frame. He managed to filch it during our move last fall and I just haven’t known where it is for the past four months or so (we still have a lot of boxes).  Sneaky man. Fortunately, year 2 will be the “cotton” anniversary and I already have an idea of what I can get for him next year (or make if I can be sneaky enough).