Still No Kittens

July 18th, 2017 Posted in Uncategorized | 3 Comments »

My kittens are not back, but I visited them on Sunday and saw on their medical chart that their diarrhea was worse than what I was told. It doesn’t make their absence any harder, but now I understand why they are being held, and I’m glad they are getting the right care (I wrote a thank you on their chart).

I’m hoping against hope that they’re okay now and that I’ll be taking them home today.

I was on jury duty yesterday, but was dismissed after one day only. Most of us were. But I used the waiting time in the jury room to get a good start on the source notes for my book.

Criminal Court Building

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My Heart is Breaking. Again.

July 15th, 2017 Posted in Uncategorized | No Comments »

The ASPCA is holding onto Bodhi and Bali because they have a touch of diarrhea. The timing couldn’t be worse. After losing Finney so recently, I feel especially vulnerable. When I got the news yesterday, after thinking this was going to be the happy day I could finally bring them back home, I just lost it. I curled up on the floor and sobbed. Even Bleecker is acting depressed. I’m going to ask them to please let me treat them at home. I work in their Kitten Nursery, and I’m certainly capable. But maybe they will call me and tell me I can come get them today.

My book may have illustrations, and I’ve been collecting images for possible use. I’m shocked though, at how few there are out there. Really, there’s only a handful. I keep finding the same pictures over and over in all the archives I’ve checked. Given the number of people and workers and visitors who passed through, many in a time when lots of people owned cameras, why haven’t more pictures come to light? This is the Octagon, that was once part of the Lunatic Asylum, and is now restored and part of an apartment complex.

Blackwell's Island Lunatic Asylum Octagon

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A Ghost Story

July 13th, 2017 Posted in Uncategorized | 4 Comments »

I saw the new movie, A Ghost Story. I wanted to love it more than I did, but I liked it. It’s strictly my problem. I want answers about life and death, but who really has answers?

For this reason, my favorite parts were the very very brief times when the ghosts talked to each other. It was the sharing of confusion, and lack of answers, that touched me. It’s really all we have (I have). The ability to share our need and uncertainty.

Bodhi on my lap. I miss my kittens. They are back at the ASPCA, getting neutered. A process that takes two and a half days, the ASPCA way. (24 hour med check, procedure, 24 hours to check the healing.). They’re going to forget me and Bleecker!

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In Search of the Perfect Lunch Spot

July 10th, 2017 Posted in Uncategorized | 1 Comment »

I’ve been trying to find the best spot at Carl Schurz Park to sit and eat my lunch. Sitting right on the river is lovely, but it’s too hot out in the sun now. When I sit at one of the few benches in the shade, ants appear and start crawling on me. Not many, but enough to be annoying.

So I’ve been exploring inside the park. The problem was locating a spot I liked that’s both in the shade and has a nice view and feel. Then yesterday I stepped down into this. It’s a quiet circle of benches, most of which are under trees, and it has a slightly secluded, Secret Garden-like feel.

There might be better spots but this is already on the edge of too far from the ASPCA Kitten Nursery, where I work. I don’t want to spend half my lunch hour getting there and back. So I’m declaring this as my spot!

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Kitten Update

July 8th, 2017 Posted in Uncategorized | 5 Comments »

Three cats is a lot. Especially when you’re trying to sleep. This morning it was a non-stop Indianapolis 500 up and down my apartment. Yeah, sure, they’re resting now. A tiny statue I loved is broken. Hours after vacuuming before I went to bed tiny kernels of litter are everywhere. Someone has diarrhea. The smell should dissipate soon. I’m doomed. Except …

Bali, who hasn’t made up his mind if he even likes me, after knocking over the picture of Veets to his right, and biting my iphone cable, just this second came over to purr and head butt me. And almost knock over my coffee.

Bodhi is already a love. He loves to be picked up, he loves me and more importantly, he loves Bleecker. Poor Bleecker has never really had anyone to play with. Finney was already too old. (Sob. I miss you terribly, Finney. If you were here we could curl up together for hours, while the children play.) But now Bleeck has running buddies, and Bodhi might turn out to be a desk cat some day, after he’s finished destroying everything on it.

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