Well, all the stuff has been moved into my new place. I'm sitting in my new living room now typing this, watching my Big Bang Theory DVDs, as my cable has not been activated yet.
I estimate I've got 3/4 of the unpacking done. It's been exhausting. I don't think I've ever been this tired--having to do this alone is almost more than I can bear. I am lucky that my company paid for movers to pack up my stuff and move it--no way I could do that myself, or afford to pay somebody to do it for me.
My new place is smaller than the old one--as much junk as I got rid of, I still have to find some places for a lot of my remaining stuff. Still, it's looking pretty good.
Strangely enough I have found myself in these new surrounds really missing Atari. I don't know why. It comes in waves--I'll be fine, then it'll just come washing over me, wave after wave of missing my Big Silly dog.
Which in a way makes me dread tomorrow, when I have to go back to my old apartment to clean up and turn in my keys. That place is empty now but to me it is full of ghosts--I lived there around nine years or so and there are a lot of memories there. Atari's ghost still walks down there--everywhere I look I'll see something that reminds me of him. His ashes are here and will be guarding this place while I'm gone but I feel like he's with me everywhere I go.
So, Big Silly, this one's to you. I love you and I miss you so much, Atari.
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Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Sunday, March 4, 2012
The countdown
This will be my last week in the office here in Savannah.
I don't officially move for a couple of weeks but I've got a ton of stuff to do to get ready for it. I've already done quite a bit but I have a ways to go. Most of what I have to do involves throwing stuff away.
I'm a little sad, leaving the office. I've gone to work in that building for almost 25 years--something I would have thought was impossible when I first moved here. The longest I'd had a job before was a year and a half. Hopefully I'll be working this one long enough to retire.
I've said before that it's probably time to leave Savannah anyway. All of my friends have moved on and I think I've pretty much gotten everything from this town I can get. Time to see what a different area can give me.
Yes, I still feel Atari's prescence all the time. I think I'm gradually moving into a place where I can accept that he's gone but I still miss him and the pain is still almost inconceivable. Maybe a little less inconceivable than before, though, if that makes any sense.
The last stage of grief, I've heard, is acceptance. I'm not there yet. Hopefully I will be soon.
In the mean time, I still miss you, Big Silly mutt.
I don't officially move for a couple of weeks but I've got a ton of stuff to do to get ready for it. I've already done quite a bit but I have a ways to go. Most of what I have to do involves throwing stuff away.
I'm a little sad, leaving the office. I've gone to work in that building for almost 25 years--something I would have thought was impossible when I first moved here. The longest I'd had a job before was a year and a half. Hopefully I'll be working this one long enough to retire.
I've said before that it's probably time to leave Savannah anyway. All of my friends have moved on and I think I've pretty much gotten everything from this town I can get. Time to see what a different area can give me.
Yes, I still feel Atari's prescence all the time. I think I'm gradually moving into a place where I can accept that he's gone but I still miss him and the pain is still almost inconceivable. Maybe a little less inconceivable than before, though, if that makes any sense.
The last stage of grief, I've heard, is acceptance. I'm not there yet. Hopefully I will be soon.
In the mean time, I still miss you, Big Silly mutt.
Wednesday, February 29, 2012
Wednesday stressing premove randomocity
So, I'm getting stuff ready for the big move.
Yes, it's stressful. I haven't moved in a long time and I've accumulated a lot of stuff. A surprisingly large amount of it is being tossed.
I have a new address, new phone number, and I'm working on getting my cable service moved, so that's out of the way. I spent an awful lot of money today on other things, today, like new mattresses, new phones, and some other stuff. Most of it will remain in the boxes it came in until I'm in the new place. I will be using the new mattresses, though--the ones I've been using are shot all to hell.
I actually find myself looking forward to it, in a way. Mostly looking forward to being done with it.
I still miss Atari. I dreamt about him last night. I still miss him, especially early in the mornings and in the early evenings, when we usually went for our walks. Last night I dozed off on the couch and I could swear for a moment he was standing there next to me, like he used to do when he wanted me to take him outside. I got his ashes from Banfield and they are on the dresser near his usual spot in the bedroom, where he spent most of his time. I reach up and touch the box when I'm back there, and talk to him like I used to. Maybe it's silly but it helps.
I just need to keep moving, keep that forward momentum, as hard as it is. One day, one day, the pain will fade, and I can remember the good things without the pain of the loss rushing back.
Sorry. I promised myself I would shut up about this, but I just can't. I do apologize. I know you understand.
Yes, it's stressful. I haven't moved in a long time and I've accumulated a lot of stuff. A surprisingly large amount of it is being tossed.
I have a new address, new phone number, and I'm working on getting my cable service moved, so that's out of the way. I spent an awful lot of money today on other things, today, like new mattresses, new phones, and some other stuff. Most of it will remain in the boxes it came in until I'm in the new place. I will be using the new mattresses, though--the ones I've been using are shot all to hell.
I actually find myself looking forward to it, in a way. Mostly looking forward to being done with it.
I still miss Atari. I dreamt about him last night. I still miss him, especially early in the mornings and in the early evenings, when we usually went for our walks. Last night I dozed off on the couch and I could swear for a moment he was standing there next to me, like he used to do when he wanted me to take him outside. I got his ashes from Banfield and they are on the dresser near his usual spot in the bedroom, where he spent most of his time. I reach up and touch the box when I'm back there, and talk to him like I used to. Maybe it's silly but it helps.
I just need to keep moving, keep that forward momentum, as hard as it is. One day, one day, the pain will fade, and I can remember the good things without the pain of the loss rushing back.
Sorry. I promised myself I would shut up about this, but I just can't. I do apologize. I know you understand.
Monday, February 20, 2012
I miss my dog
It's been about 24 hours since Atari was put to sleep and I think I miss him more now than I did yesterday.
I keep being reminded of him at the damnedest times. Yesterday at around 4:00 I just felt this overwhelming urge to take a walk--I realized about half-way into it that this was about the usual time I walked Atari.
This morning I didn't go outside until mid-morning and it just felt wrong--because I used to walk him first thing in the morning, before I made breakfast. When I get out of bed I always check the floor first because he would come into the bedroom during the night and sleep on the floor next to the bed and I'd step on him sometimes when I got up.
Even resetting the alarm on my clock brought back some of the pain--I started getting up a half-hour earlier when he came to live with me, eight and a half years ago, so I'd have time to walk him before getting ready for work.
All day long I find myself allowing for him in my plans for the day--when should I start making dinner? When should I run errands? Planning to be around for him when he needed to go walkies.
Now I don't have to do that any more. I can cook when I want, I can come and go when I want, I don't have to worry about leaving him alone.
It's a freedom I do not want. I love you, Atari. I miss you, you big silly dog.
I keep being reminded of him at the damnedest times. Yesterday at around 4:00 I just felt this overwhelming urge to take a walk--I realized about half-way into it that this was about the usual time I walked Atari.
This morning I didn't go outside until mid-morning and it just felt wrong--because I used to walk him first thing in the morning, before I made breakfast. When I get out of bed I always check the floor first because he would come into the bedroom during the night and sleep on the floor next to the bed and I'd step on him sometimes when I got up.
Even resetting the alarm on my clock brought back some of the pain--I started getting up a half-hour earlier when he came to live with me, eight and a half years ago, so I'd have time to walk him before getting ready for work.
All day long I find myself allowing for him in my plans for the day--when should I start making dinner? When should I run errands? Planning to be around for him when he needed to go walkies.
Now I don't have to do that any more. I can cook when I want, I can come and go when I want, I don't have to worry about leaving him alone.
It's a freedom I do not want. I love you, Atari. I miss you, you big silly dog.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
RIP Atari
I just had my dog put to sleep.
I blogged about his troubles with arthritis earlier and that's what ultimately led to me making this decision. He was barely able to walk. Some days he could get around okay but it was becoming increasingly common for him to struggle to stand up. He was already taking the strongest medication he could take short of steroids--he couldn't take steroids because they would trash his immune system and with his bladder stone giving him perpetual bladder infections that would not be a good thing.
The vet's assistants took him in the back where they put a catheter on him, then brought him back into the room with me. I'd brought one of his beds, too, and he laid down on that--I sat on the floor to pet him and hug him and talk to him and kiss him. The vet finally came in with the sedative and the drug that stopped his heart. He fought against the injection of the sedative for just a second, then he laid his head down while the doc injected the second drug.
He literally just went to sleep. He didn't spasm or indicate he was in any pain at all. The only one feeling pain was me. I had no idea I could cry this much.
This apartment is so empty now. I could always sort of detect his prescence, even when he was out of sight, in the bedroom sleeping. Now I don't feel anything like that.
One day I'll get over this pain and remember all the good times. One day I think I'll be able to talk about him without developing a catch in my throat and tears starting in my eyes.
That day is a long time off. My best friend, my roommate, my child, is gone.
I blogged about his troubles with arthritis earlier and that's what ultimately led to me making this decision. He was barely able to walk. Some days he could get around okay but it was becoming increasingly common for him to struggle to stand up. He was already taking the strongest medication he could take short of steroids--he couldn't take steroids because they would trash his immune system and with his bladder stone giving him perpetual bladder infections that would not be a good thing.
The vet's assistants took him in the back where they put a catheter on him, then brought him back into the room with me. I'd brought one of his beds, too, and he laid down on that--I sat on the floor to pet him and hug him and talk to him and kiss him. The vet finally came in with the sedative and the drug that stopped his heart. He fought against the injection of the sedative for just a second, then he laid his head down while the doc injected the second drug.
He literally just went to sleep. He didn't spasm or indicate he was in any pain at all. The only one feeling pain was me. I had no idea I could cry this much.
This apartment is so empty now. I could always sort of detect his prescence, even when he was out of sight, in the bedroom sleeping. Now I don't feel anything like that.
One day I'll get over this pain and remember all the good times. One day I think I'll be able to talk about him without developing a catch in my throat and tears starting in my eyes.
That day is a long time off. My best friend, my roommate, my child, is gone.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Sick dog and Sunday morning randomocity
Atari's sick.
He had a serious bladder infection. He's been on antibiotics for almost a week and that looks to be cleared up now, for the most part--until yesterday it looked like he was peeing grape juice. Now his pee looks nice and clear.
Unfortunately this is because he's on really powerful antibiotics, which means when I get home from work there's usually a surprise or two or three hiding somewhere in my apartment.
There's another thing, though, and that's his arthritis. It's getting really bad, really fast--yesterday he couldn't make it up the stairs without my help. He can barely walk.
He goes back to the vet late this week for a follow up and they'll probably x-ray him, and I'm pretty sure it'll be time for his vet and I to have that talk. I think it's almost time to have him put down.
Hopefully I"m just being dramatic but I'm preparing myself. If this does happen I'm not sure how I'll handle it.
Whitney Houston died last night--I was chatting with a friend who is a huge fan of hers when the news came out. My friend is grief-stricken. I never listened to her music, myself--it's not my bag--but I understand those who are in serious mourning. Bon Scott and John Lennon helped me to make it through my adolescence and they both died within a month or so of each other. It was a brutal time in my life. So, even though I'm not all that affected by Whitney Houston's death, I understand those who are, and my thoughts are with her fans and her friends and family.
So, this morning, much love for everyone reading this. Peace.
He had a serious bladder infection. He's been on antibiotics for almost a week and that looks to be cleared up now, for the most part--until yesterday it looked like he was peeing grape juice. Now his pee looks nice and clear.
Unfortunately this is because he's on really powerful antibiotics, which means when I get home from work there's usually a surprise or two or three hiding somewhere in my apartment.
There's another thing, though, and that's his arthritis. It's getting really bad, really fast--yesterday he couldn't make it up the stairs without my help. He can barely walk.
He goes back to the vet late this week for a follow up and they'll probably x-ray him, and I'm pretty sure it'll be time for his vet and I to have that talk. I think it's almost time to have him put down.
Hopefully I"m just being dramatic but I'm preparing myself. If this does happen I'm not sure how I'll handle it.
Whitney Houston died last night--I was chatting with a friend who is a huge fan of hers when the news came out. My friend is grief-stricken. I never listened to her music, myself--it's not my bag--but I understand those who are in serious mourning. Bon Scott and John Lennon helped me to make it through my adolescence and they both died within a month or so of each other. It was a brutal time in my life. So, even though I'm not all that affected by Whitney Houston's death, I understand those who are, and my thoughts are with her fans and her friends and family.
So, this morning, much love for everyone reading this. Peace.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Sippin' coffee on a Sunday afternoon randomocity
I have finally found somebody who is even more stubborn about staying within his comfort zone than me. That's be my dog, Atari.
For the second time in a row we've gone to the vet so he can give a urine sample so they can check to see if his bladder infection has cleared up. Second time in a row he just would not take a piss. I know he needed to--I deliberately didn't walk him after our first walk early in the morning. They finally gave up and gave me a tray and a hypo to take home. The tray was to catch the piss when he let go after we got home, then I was supposed to draw it up into the hypo and cap it and take it back. Which is exactly what happened--two minutes after we got home he was taking an enthusiastic leak on some bushes.
He's the same way at my dad's house. He'll take a couple of leaks but not as much as I know he needs to. It makes me worry for when we move in March. We aren't coming all the way back to Savannah so he can take a piss!
But, aside from the annoyance factor, he seems to be doing fine. Other than the arthritis, which we really can't do anything about except give him meds for the pain. He's finally started sleeping on the heating pad I spent a small fortune on several months ago for him--it's designed specifically for dogs, but it's new so he doesn't trust it. He's finally figured out, though, that when those hips begin aching it feels so good to lie down on that thing.
Okay, enough grumbling about Atari.
On a completely unrelated subject, why is it the word genius is rarely used to describe women? I mean, you'll have, say, a female author who meets all the criteria--wildly creative, excellent at plotting, pitch-perfect at character development, with an uncanny knack for pacing--and you'll describe her as a great artist or something like that. Yet, if we were talking about a male author, the word genius would be the first one we'd use. As far as I know it isn't grammatically incorrect to use that word to describe a woman. Anybody know? Chime in if you do.
The woman that started me thinking about all this was Tanith Lee. Check her out, if you don't know her. She is an English author, mostly fantasy with some science fiction, and she is absolutely amazing. Yes, she is a genius. Read her Flat Earth novels, or Kill The Dead, or Sabella (all of which are available on Amazon, by the way) to introduce yourself to her work. She'll blow you away.
Don't forget to come back by here and thank me. I know you will.
For the second time in a row we've gone to the vet so he can give a urine sample so they can check to see if his bladder infection has cleared up. Second time in a row he just would not take a piss. I know he needed to--I deliberately didn't walk him after our first walk early in the morning. They finally gave up and gave me a tray and a hypo to take home. The tray was to catch the piss when he let go after we got home, then I was supposed to draw it up into the hypo and cap it and take it back. Which is exactly what happened--two minutes after we got home he was taking an enthusiastic leak on some bushes.
He's the same way at my dad's house. He'll take a couple of leaks but not as much as I know he needs to. It makes me worry for when we move in March. We aren't coming all the way back to Savannah so he can take a piss!
But, aside from the annoyance factor, he seems to be doing fine. Other than the arthritis, which we really can't do anything about except give him meds for the pain. He's finally started sleeping on the heating pad I spent a small fortune on several months ago for him--it's designed specifically for dogs, but it's new so he doesn't trust it. He's finally figured out, though, that when those hips begin aching it feels so good to lie down on that thing.
Okay, enough grumbling about Atari.
On a completely unrelated subject, why is it the word genius is rarely used to describe women? I mean, you'll have, say, a female author who meets all the criteria--wildly creative, excellent at plotting, pitch-perfect at character development, with an uncanny knack for pacing--and you'll describe her as a great artist or something like that. Yet, if we were talking about a male author, the word genius would be the first one we'd use. As far as I know it isn't grammatically incorrect to use that word to describe a woman. Anybody know? Chime in if you do.
The woman that started me thinking about all this was Tanith Lee. Check her out, if you don't know her. She is an English author, mostly fantasy with some science fiction, and she is absolutely amazing. Yes, she is a genius. Read her Flat Earth novels, or Kill The Dead, or Sabella (all of which are available on Amazon, by the way) to introduce yourself to her work. She'll blow you away.
Don't forget to come back by here and thank me. I know you will.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Friday morning randomocity
I'm sitting here killing time before heading in to the hospital for a pre-operative whatever. My surgery is next week and they have some paperwork to go over and I'm sure they want to poke and prod me some, too.
The hospital wants a name and a number of the person who is going to pick me up after the surgery, which is sort of annoying. But I managed to work it out and found a lucky volunteer.
Musically, I've got five songs done in the Cold Iron song cycle. I'm halfway done! So far, so good, too. I dig them, anyways, and I guess that's all that matters in the end. Though it'd be nice if other people would give them a listen, too . . . I know I'm strange but I'm not that strange--if I like it there have got to be a few others who like it. Sorry, whining over. Be sure to give them a listen when I post them--watch this space for the announcement. I'll put them all up at once so you'll be able to listen to the whole thing, beginning to end, if you want.
Atari seems to be feeling okay. He's acting about like he usually does. I'm glad he seems to be comfortable. I'm going to get him a special treat while I'm out running around today--a double-whopper with cheese. His most favorite thing in the whole world. He hasn't had one in a while, and he loves those things so much.
I know I sound glib and laid back about Atari's situation, but trust me, I'm not. When the end finally comes for him I'm not sure how I'll react. I'm not even sure I can handle it. We'll just have to wait and see.
Anyways, that's my story. What's up with you? Big plans for the weekend?
The hospital wants a name and a number of the person who is going to pick me up after the surgery, which is sort of annoying. But I managed to work it out and found a lucky volunteer.
Musically, I've got five songs done in the Cold Iron song cycle. I'm halfway done! So far, so good, too. I dig them, anyways, and I guess that's all that matters in the end. Though it'd be nice if other people would give them a listen, too . . . I know I'm strange but I'm not that strange--if I like it there have got to be a few others who like it. Sorry, whining over. Be sure to give them a listen when I post them--watch this space for the announcement. I'll put them all up at once so you'll be able to listen to the whole thing, beginning to end, if you want.
Atari seems to be feeling okay. He's acting about like he usually does. I'm glad he seems to be comfortable. I'm going to get him a special treat while I'm out running around today--a double-whopper with cheese. His most favorite thing in the whole world. He hasn't had one in a while, and he loves those things so much.
I know I sound glib and laid back about Atari's situation, but trust me, I'm not. When the end finally comes for him I'm not sure how I'll react. I'm not even sure I can handle it. We'll just have to wait and see.
Anyways, that's my story. What's up with you? Big plans for the weekend?
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Atari news
My dog is sick.
He's got a mass in his abdomen associated with his spleen--his vet says it's 50/50--benign or not. He has a stone in his bladder. He's also extremely nauseated and will not eat anything.
He was on antibiotics and the doc thinks that's what caused the nausea. I stopped giving those to him yesterday but he still seems to be having an issue. I'm hoping he just needs a little more time.
He's also passing blood. Doc says it's either because of the bladder stone or the mass. If it's because of the stone that's a good thing, because passing blood is also a symptom of a malignancy of the spleen. Which would mean the growth is not benign.
The doc won't do surgery--she says that because of his age he wouldn't do well under the anesthesia. So, he's got some food that should hopefully dissolve the stone. Of course, to do that he has to eat some of it, and right now he's not eating anything. He's also getting dehydrated--he will drink some water but I don't think he's drinking enough.
I'm naturally a pessimist. I always expect the worst. But in this case I think I'm being realistic--I really don't think he's going to be with me much longer. Doc says if the growth is malignant one day it'll rupture and he'll bleed out internally.
I talked to my best friend about it--I inherited him from her--to keep her aware of it. I really wish she could be here, but she's in California. I know he'd love to see her again. He still loves his mommy. Hopefully he finds me tolerable enough, though, to be a substitute.
I'll do what I can to make him comfortable, and try to get him to eat something periodically, and take him for his follow-up visits. Really, that's all I can do.
He's got a mass in his abdomen associated with his spleen--his vet says it's 50/50--benign or not. He has a stone in his bladder. He's also extremely nauseated and will not eat anything.
He was on antibiotics and the doc thinks that's what caused the nausea. I stopped giving those to him yesterday but he still seems to be having an issue. I'm hoping he just needs a little more time.
He's also passing blood. Doc says it's either because of the bladder stone or the mass. If it's because of the stone that's a good thing, because passing blood is also a symptom of a malignancy of the spleen. Which would mean the growth is not benign.
The doc won't do surgery--she says that because of his age he wouldn't do well under the anesthesia. So, he's got some food that should hopefully dissolve the stone. Of course, to do that he has to eat some of it, and right now he's not eating anything. He's also getting dehydrated--he will drink some water but I don't think he's drinking enough.
I'm naturally a pessimist. I always expect the worst. But in this case I think I'm being realistic--I really don't think he's going to be with me much longer. Doc says if the growth is malignant one day it'll rupture and he'll bleed out internally.
I talked to my best friend about it--I inherited him from her--to keep her aware of it. I really wish she could be here, but she's in California. I know he'd love to see her again. He still loves his mommy. Hopefully he finds me tolerable enough, though, to be a substitute.
I'll do what I can to make him comfortable, and try to get him to eat something periodically, and take him for his follow-up visits. Really, that's all I can do.
Friday, August 13, 2010
Friday morning randomocity
So, I was stretched out on the couch last night, watching TV, when bam! The lights went out.
I thought it was a power outage until I noticed that my air conditioner was still running. Open the breaker box--tripped breaker. Problem is, I can't untrip it--I try to turn it on or off and it just flips back to the middle position. Not good.
Last time this happened it was because of an exposed wire in the ceiling fan in the living room. I suspect that's the culprit this time, too.
Usually I can get stuff fixed here in a day or so, but the last time I reported an issue I had to deal with someone who apparently didn't know what she was doing and tried to cover her ass by lying about it. Drives me crazy. If you are new to a job and you don't know how to do something you should ask somebody, instead of telling people you are taking care of whatever and then not doing anything about it, because you don't want to admit you don't know what you are doing.
Here's a hint--when I ask you to do something and you say you'll do it, if you don't do it I will notice. And I'll let you know that I noticed. Or let your boss know. I'm not going to just let it go.
Sorry about that. I do go on and on about stuff that gets on my nerves, and I just can't let things go. It's not something I'm proud of, but it's also something that's kept me from repeating mistakes. I just don't forgive and forget. I may do the first part, but I don't do the second. I can't. I've tried.
Fortunately, the air conditioner is still working, and the lights in the back part of my apartment work, along with everything else (like the computer I'm using now). So, there are some things I can do.
Poor Atari, I believe, thinks he's done something wrong and I'm mad at him--he's following me everywhere I go. It won't help that I have to shut him up in the bedroom in the off chance the maintenance people should get the work order today. I mean, Atari's going to spend the whole day sleeping in the bedroom anyway, but when I close that door it seems to really bug him. I guess I'd feel the same way--there's a difference between not wanting to leave and being unable to leave.
If anybody's curious, spec script for Mythophobia is coming along. I'm maybe halfway through it. Still got some people to kill off. Things are just about to get frantic again, after a little time to cool off.
And I'm still pretty pleased with my newest tune, "Inside." It turned out almost exactly like I wanted it to. If you haven't heard it you can go here and click it to listen. It's the first song on the list. Feel free to listen to the others while you're there, too. Got some other new stuff and some stuff that's a couple of years old there. Let me know what you think!
I thought it was a power outage until I noticed that my air conditioner was still running. Open the breaker box--tripped breaker. Problem is, I can't untrip it--I try to turn it on or off and it just flips back to the middle position. Not good.
Last time this happened it was because of an exposed wire in the ceiling fan in the living room. I suspect that's the culprit this time, too.
Usually I can get stuff fixed here in a day or so, but the last time I reported an issue I had to deal with someone who apparently didn't know what she was doing and tried to cover her ass by lying about it. Drives me crazy. If you are new to a job and you don't know how to do something you should ask somebody, instead of telling people you are taking care of whatever and then not doing anything about it, because you don't want to admit you don't know what you are doing.
Here's a hint--when I ask you to do something and you say you'll do it, if you don't do it I will notice. And I'll let you know that I noticed. Or let your boss know. I'm not going to just let it go.
Sorry about that. I do go on and on about stuff that gets on my nerves, and I just can't let things go. It's not something I'm proud of, but it's also something that's kept me from repeating mistakes. I just don't forgive and forget. I may do the first part, but I don't do the second. I can't. I've tried.
Fortunately, the air conditioner is still working, and the lights in the back part of my apartment work, along with everything else (like the computer I'm using now). So, there are some things I can do.
Poor Atari, I believe, thinks he's done something wrong and I'm mad at him--he's following me everywhere I go. It won't help that I have to shut him up in the bedroom in the off chance the maintenance people should get the work order today. I mean, Atari's going to spend the whole day sleeping in the bedroom anyway, but when I close that door it seems to really bug him. I guess I'd feel the same way--there's a difference between not wanting to leave and being unable to leave.
If anybody's curious, spec script for Mythophobia is coming along. I'm maybe halfway through it. Still got some people to kill off. Things are just about to get frantic again, after a little time to cool off.
And I'm still pretty pleased with my newest tune, "Inside." It turned out almost exactly like I wanted it to. If you haven't heard it you can go here and click it to listen. It's the first song on the list. Feel free to listen to the others while you're there, too. Got some other new stuff and some stuff that's a couple of years old there. Let me know what you think!
Friday, July 30, 2010
Vacation! and this and that . . .
Yes, I am on vacation all next week.
What am I planning? Well, I have around ten characters who have to have an extremely unpleasant demise. In other words, I'm hoping to be over halfway through this spec script by this time next Friday. Plus, Atari (my dog) has his yearly physical Monday morning. His shots, that sort of thing.
Atari, as I've said previously, is really old for an Akita. Their life expectancy is eight years--I'm estimating around the first of September Atari will be 13. He's got arthritis, so he doesn't get around all that well any more, and his kidneys are failing. Plus he has this skin condition that's common to Akitas (and Shiba Inus, too--but really they're just min-Akitas). So he has a tendency to get skin infections. I don't think he has one of those right now, though--he's actually doing pretty well in that area.
But he hates it when it rains--I think it stiffens his joints right up. Poor boy. I know the medicine helps, but not enough, I know.
I have noticed that Atari's relationships with cats sort of mimic my relationships with women. He thinks they're beautiful, fascinating, fun to be around . . . and they think he is either beneaith their notice or they are terrified of him. Been there, done that . . .
Tonight I'm watching Eureka and Haven on Syfy. Other than that, and listening to some music, I'm just chilling. Trying not to think too hard about things. I have a big decision to make--problem with it is I'm supposed to make this decision withou the bare minimum of information. I won't go into details yet, but it involves my job. I'll blog about it soon, I promise. If you care.
What are you doing this weekend? Something fun? Working, What?
What am I planning? Well, I have around ten characters who have to have an extremely unpleasant demise. In other words, I'm hoping to be over halfway through this spec script by this time next Friday. Plus, Atari (my dog) has his yearly physical Monday morning. His shots, that sort of thing.
Atari, as I've said previously, is really old for an Akita. Their life expectancy is eight years--I'm estimating around the first of September Atari will be 13. He's got arthritis, so he doesn't get around all that well any more, and his kidneys are failing. Plus he has this skin condition that's common to Akitas (and Shiba Inus, too--but really they're just min-Akitas). So he has a tendency to get skin infections. I don't think he has one of those right now, though--he's actually doing pretty well in that area.
But he hates it when it rains--I think it stiffens his joints right up. Poor boy. I know the medicine helps, but not enough, I know.
I have noticed that Atari's relationships with cats sort of mimic my relationships with women. He thinks they're beautiful, fascinating, fun to be around . . . and they think he is either beneaith their notice or they are terrified of him. Been there, done that . . .
Tonight I'm watching Eureka and Haven on Syfy. Other than that, and listening to some music, I'm just chilling. Trying not to think too hard about things. I have a big decision to make--problem with it is I'm supposed to make this decision withou the bare minimum of information. I won't go into details yet, but it involves my job. I'll blog about it soon, I promise. If you care.
What are you doing this weekend? Something fun? Working, What?
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