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Snapshot: June 30, 2015

Time: Hah! I’m being a really really good blogger and writing this at 11:11 pm the night before.

Feeling: Well, I’ve had a glass of wine, so I’m feeling good. Does that count?

Eating: A blade steak, to go with my wine. I think in the US it’s called a flatiron steak?

Drinking: Wine (a Malbec) *cough*

Reading:

bishops wife

I wish! I’m still in a reading slump. But I did dive a little into The Bishop’s Wife and it’s quite intriguing. I’m not very familiar with the Mormon religion, and this promises to be both a good read and a good way to learn more about the Mormon religion.

Listening: I’ve been working and listening to the last few chapters of The Strain. Liking my reread (relisten?) so much, I downloaded the next two books in the trilogy from the library.

Writing: Can I just say, I’m REALLY REALLY NERVOUS about the Dark Fantasy writing class I’ll be attending mid-July, the one that’s taught by Kelley Armstrong? First, there’s the “I already know this” knowledge that I’m probably going to be the oldest person attending the class *sigh*. Second, there’s the fact that it’s a workshop and I’m going to be getting a critique of the first 20+ pages of my dark fantasy WIP Sweetness and Dank (and that’s a working title, in case you were thinking That’s a pretty strange title).

Working: I’m working on indexing a huge (massive!) criminal law text book. Think roughly 1400 pages and you’ll be almost right.

Photo of the week:

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Hobbes has been under the weather this week (hairballs from grooming Creeper, I think) but Creeper’s been taking care of him. :)

Fangirl at the dentist on a very cold day

Yikes! We hit low of -21° C today (that’s -5.8° F). It was cold … brrrr!

I’m not sure why I’ve never thought of doing this before, but I had a dental cleaning scheduled this morning and I decided to take my iPod along. I was in the final few hours of Fangirl and really wanted to keep listening.

I actually enjoy getting my teeth cleaned (I know some people don’t). To me, it feels like going to a spa for my teeth, or getting a massage for my gums. But still, it’s a whole hour spent lying there in the dentist’s chair, and even though my dentist has all sorts of channels on the TV he has set up in each of the dentistry rooms, you can never be too sure you’ll find anything interesting. Plus you have to move your head a little this way, then a little that way, and sometimes your view is blocked by the light shining at your mouth.

An audiobook is so perfect in such a situation. Like I said, I don’t know why it never occurred to me before.

This time around, I popped in my earbuds and had a great time listening to more of Fangirl. It was so nice and made the time just fly by. I think today was probably one of the most enjoyable dental cleanings I’ve ever had. Plus I only have about an hour left of Fangirl now. I am definitely going to be taking an audiobook to my next dentist’s visit!

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I mentioned that it was really cold today, right? So this morning before I left to go to the dentist’s, I switched my regular gloves, which are nice brown suede ones with enough of a liner to keep the regular cold away, to a pair of heavy-duty gloves, the kind that are temperature-rated and don’t feel the cold at all. My hands felt all snug and warm the whole time I was out and about, but when I got home and went to put my regular gloves back in my handbag, guess what I found?

My poor gloveMy poor, poor glove

Yes, it’s a rather useless glove now. I’m not sure if the photo is clear enough, but the tip of the thumb is gone, while the rest of the fingers have been gnawed all over. I had to throw it away in the garbage, along with its unharmed partner. And we all know who was the culprit.

The cat who eats glovesDoes he look like a cat who’s just eaten a glove?

Hobbes looks sweet when he’s asleep, but honestly, when he’s awake? He’s a holy terror.

And now I have to find time to go buy another pair of gloves.

Have you ever listened to an audiobook while in the dentist’s chair? And do you have a cat or a dog who can be so breathtakingly naughty sometimes?

Snapshot: February 10, 2015

Photos of the Week:

Creeper in box 1

Creeper in box 2

Yes, Creeper wins again. We finally figured out how to stop him from sleeping on Dylan’s laptop keyboard. He loves this box and spends all his time in it now. It sits on top of the dining room table next to Dylan’s laptop, and when we want to move him, we just move the entire box. He doesn’t seem to mind – he just stays put.

We do have another cat, Hobbes, by the way. More about him later in this post.

Wearing: Black top, black pants BUT! green cardigan

Feeling: Not stressed. Which, I have to say, is a great feeling.

Eating: Sausage fried with onion and spinach.

Drinking: A glass of malbec.

Reading: Inside Charlie’s Chocolate Factory by Lucy Mangan. Mainly because I realized today it has to go back to the library on Friday. It’s a nice book, full of colour photos. I never realized Roald Dahl was married to the actress Patricia Neal! Or that he suffered so many tragedies in his life.

Spread from Inside Charlie's Chocolate Factory

The cover of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory on the left is the same cover as the book that I have.

Listening: I finished Stephen King’s  IT. It had gotten a little too intense for me near the end, but luckily the ebook copy I’d put on hold at the library came through right about then, so I switched over to ebook for the last few chapters. I enjoyed the read, but I have to say this: you know the scene with Bev and the boys near the end? (If you’ve read the book you’ll know exactly what scene I mean.) Yuck. And I don’t think it had to be in there like that. Surely something else could have happened to show the bond they all share? I mean, I could think of a few different things. Yes.

I’m listening to Rainbow Rowell’s Fangirl right now. I’d started listening to it last year, and even though I’d fallen in love with the whole Simon and Baz story, I’d put it down and never got around to picking it up again. Until the other night. And I’m really enjoying it. Particularly the Simon and Baz bits. (I know, I know – the story’s not really about Simon and Baz. But I can’t help it.)

Writing: I’m still brainstorming my dark fantasy, Sweetness & Dank – I have about 25,000 words written but have decided I don’t want to proceed until I at least know how it ends. Memory’s been helping me brainstorm the bad guy bits, thank goodness. Bad guys are my weak point.

I’ve got manuscript chapters to critique for Memory (she’s my writing buddy), and also for Suey and Kathy, who are both in the online writing group I’m in. I’m really looking forward to getting to them!

Working: I wrote ten legal blog posts today for my legal blogging client. As for the rest of this week, I have an article due for LegalZoom, and that’s it! Ahhhh. It feels good to have some downtime! I have a few more LegalZoom assignments coming my way, which will be nice.

Creating: Nothing! But that should change …

Thoughts: I now have a way to gauge how well my morning mindfulness practice is “taking” in terms of the rest of the day. This little guy here helps me:

Hobbes 2

This is Hobbes. He’s like one of those babies you can’t take a picture of unless he’s sleeping, because when they’re awake they’re always crying. Only in his case it’s because when he’s awake he’s non-stop, all over the place. Every picture is a blur then.

He is the naughty little rascal around here. When he does something naughty and I don’t get upset, I know I’m managing to hang on to those peaceful, mindfulness feelings. About an hour ago, he jumped to the top of one of our bookcases and knocked over (and broke) a small raku wall hanging we were storing up there. I didn’t get upset. (Don’t ask about my husband, though.) After all, Hobbes likes to jump up there and I kind of figure we should have hung the wall hanging on the wall. Because, you know, it’s a wall hanging, right?

But then just a few minutes ago, while I was intent on writing this post, he kept jumping up onto my desk. Which he’s not allowed to do when I’m working because he ALWAYS walks on my keyboard. And I did not feel so relaxed about things then. Good bye, mindfulness.

Looking forward to: I have a lunch date with a good friend of mine tomorrow. Hooray for lunch dates! I haven’t gone out for lunch or dinner with a friend since the beginning of December, so I’m really looking forward to tomorrow.

The rest of today: I’m going to do some blog hopping, play a Kairosoft game on my tablet (I am kind of addicted to their games) and then go to bed. Yes, my idea of fun!

It’s Been One of Those Days

One of the things I’ve decided to do as a result of my 365 days of blogging self-challenge is to share more of my day-to-day here. I’ve never really done this here before, but I’ve been finding that blogging daily has given me a more intimate connection to my blog, if that makes sense, and within this new sort of relationship I’m having with my writing here, the occasional day-to-day type of post seems like a good fit.

Well, okay. What I’m really saying is that I may occasionally express some frustration here. Like right now, in this post.

Because it’s been one of those days.

It was supposed to be a GOOD day. I had a few more freelance blog posts to write for one client, my own daily blog post here, some reading lined up, and a couple of indexing deadlines to work on. A lighter version of my normal day. I was looking forward to it.

But then I woke up, and Ward tells me “that cat” ate my new favourite sweater.

“That cat” is Hobbes. We have two cats (the other one is Creeper), but whenever we say “that cat”, it always means Hobbes.

This is Hobbes, pretending to be a good cat (or rather, being made to pretend to be a good cat – my son is holding him, as it was the only way I could take his picture for this post):

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This is my sweater:

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I like it so much, I can’t bear to throw it out so I’m telling myself I’m still going to wear it around the house (we’ll see about that, I guess.)

So with that nice big welcome to my day, I sat down at my laptop and checked my email.

Only to find one of my editors had forwarded me an irate email from an author about an index I’d prepared for his book. The author was upset because I had indexed material he hadn’t wanted included in the index. He also appeared to have serious concerns about my skills because he’d found a term that “is nowhere in the text” and he’d like to know “how that could happen?” The entire tone of the email (and the previous emails in the thread which had also been forwarded to me) was quite off-putting.

Now, I don’t  often make mistakes in my work, but when I do, I’m the very first to own up to them. But in this case, there wasn’t anything to own up to. I hadn’t been instructed to leave out the things the author wanted left out. They were things I would normally include. And the term he said wasn’t in the text, which presumably made him concerned about the veracity of the rest of entries in the index? It was in the text. On the actual page referred to in the index (like it should be).

When things like this happen, I get reminded A LOT how I’d much rather be making things up for a living, as Neil Gaiman calls the novelist’s life. After all, I’m good at making stuff up. I like to think I’m even better at making stuff up than I am at indexing (but no, this doesn’t mean I make a practice of putting non-existent entries into the indexes I prepare).

After I revised the index to the new specifications and wrote out a long  and, I hope, professional email carefully addressing in great detail (it was either that or be snarky, and you can’t be snarky and professional at the same time) the author’s concerns, we headed out to the suburbs for my father-in-law’s birthday dinner at a restaurant out there.

And since it was still “one of those days”, we got caught in rush hour traffic. A trip that would normally take under an hour took an hour and a half. Which made us late. Which meant we had to wait for our order while everyone else was already eating.

But the good news? Eventually the cycle does get broken. “One of those days” has to eventually end, become a new day. Luckily for me I didn’t even have to go to sleep in order to wake up to a new day. The dinner was lovely and greatly revived my mood, and the drive home took half an hour less than the drive there.

Now I’m back home, and ready to make good use of a day that’s left “one of those days” behind. I’ve got kefir cheese dripping whey in the fridge, three blog posts to write for a client, an index to mark up, a book I’m in the middle of reading and another one I’m in the middle of listening to.

I’m still on track for my deadlines, so the work stuff can actually wait until tomorrow. And yes, a book beckons. And I can answer its call. Now that’s a GOOD night.

The Gift

This is my contribution to the 2013 Virtual Advent tour. When Marg and Kelly gave me my date – Friday the 13th! – I wasn’t sure what I was going to write. And then, this week, I knew exactly what I would write.

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This is Hobbes. He joined our family four weeks ago, a much awaited little brother for Creeper, who’s getting so big now. Hobbes hasn’t been a part of our family for very long, but he’s wiggled his way easily into our hearts.

A week ago Friday, after he’d been with us just three short weeks, Hobbes got sick. He was throwing up and had very severe diarrhea. The vet gave him a subcutaneous injection of fluids to deal with the dehydration, and took some blood for sampling. We had a very worrying couple of days, as Hobbes grew more and more lethargic.

By Saturday night, I knew there was a chance we might lose him. He was only eighteen weeks old, and two days was a long time for a kitten so young to be so sick. Visions of all the things that could be wrong with him – an obstruction from something non-edible he might have eaten, genetic kidney problems, various fatal feline viruses – danced in my head.

I didn’t want to think about a Christmas without him.

I was supposed to go to a Christmas party that night, but I stayed home instead. I Googled around and found a recipe for homemade Pedialyte, or “oral dehydration salts”. I prepared a batch and syringe-fed it to Hobbes, as well as leaving it out in the cats’ water bowl. I also switched his diet to one of plain chicken pureed with more of the homemade Pedialyte.

And on Sunday morning, he woke me up – to feed him! He was feeling hungry again, and while he wasn’t anywhere near his usual perky kitten self, he was definitely much better than he’d been the night before. He had drunk the entire bowl of homemade Pedialyte some time during the night. And he hadn’t thrown up the chicken mixture.

Long story short, he’s now almost back to 100%. We’re pretty sure the culprit is an allergy to fish – we hadn’t realized until that weekend, but all the flavours of the brand of cat food we were feeding him contained fish of some kind. I’d noticed, too, that one of his eyes would get all weepy after I syringe-fed him a mixture of his cat food and water. The same hadn’t happened when I syringe-fed him the chicken mixture.

That Saturday was a terrible, terrible day, but Sunday brought me an extra early Christmas gift.  I hear him running like mad through the apartment, wrestling with Creeper, meowing plaintively at his food bowl when he’s hungry, and I smile. I am so very, very grateful.

I can think about Christmas again. Creeper and Hobbes’ first Christmas with us.

And Creeper’s pretty happy to have his little playful brother back again.

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