Essays. Meanderings and mutterings. Lots of photos of our cat. Counting coup on fifty years existence.
It's The End of the World as We Know it (and I feel fine) is Our Song. In the circumstances of our courtship, this seemed perfectly reasonable. Reminded of it today, and it still seems apt. Unromantic, but very Us.
Labels: Pathetic poetry.
See the bald spots on the backs of his legs?
"Don't show them that. Sheesh."
~munch ~ munch~
The massage school next door has specials every month. For the last three months, I've taken advantage of these offers, since typical, swedish style, seems to irritate my pain more than help. It's a close run thing, really. So, I'm exploring the different modes as the massage students work their way through the curriculum. Hot stone did help, the foot and hand massage was relaxing, but otherwise neutral, the cranio-sacral also seems to have actually done good. It was strange, like acupuncture. At the time, as though it wasn't doing much, but then I'd get a wave of pain or sensation, and ease. Extremely relaxing, and - pudding* as proof, my back feels better than it has all month.
It was the sitting six hours for the literacy class that triggered it. I just don't sit that long in a day at work. I'm standing at the desk charting, or waiting to be asked for an item, or I'm running about. Even when I scrub in on hand surgeries, and I sit on a stool, most of those cases last far less than an hour, and the long ones rarely go more than two. A carpal tunnel release or a trigger finger release can run ten minutes, total, plus MAFAT†.
Moby is not like this. When we need him to come in, he usually does, as long as we ask politely. Like when we moved here, and he'd been hiding far under the sofa as we loaded the car. It was time to leave the old place, and bring the cat with us, I got down and said "Come on, Moby, it's time to go." And he crawled right out to me, as if in answer, "Yeah, yeah don't leave without me." It's much the same when he's out on the balcony and we need to leave.
"Come on in, Moby, we have to go."
"Oh, sure, you betcha."
There have been a couple of times when we've needed to be more emphatic, and pick him up, much to his annoyance. He huffs at us, and wanders off to find a no-doubt-better place. But that's just to remind us that he may be a cooperative soul, but he is still a Cat.
Rouchswalwe, check out the Moving Rant tag, you may find echoes of your own recent move.
†Mandatory Anesthesia Fuck Around Time.
I was teased in Basic for referring to the barracks as "home." But, that was where my stuff was, even though it was mostly not my chosen stuff - all green and issued. But a good wool blanket, a toilet and shower - close enough to being home. I had very low standards. A safe place to sleep, warmth.
Once I met D, I began to know what home could mean. Peace at home. The whole time we were away*, I found acceptance and safety in his arms, needing no other home. Together, we would live in numerous apartments, and although I felt displaced, I never felt homeless.
I remember when we got off the train in Boston, and could not find my cousins who had promised to pick us up. I broke down and wept in exasperated exhaustion for a minute, pulled myself together, and we talked about what else we could do. (Turned out, we'd just picked a bad door, and found Elizabeth and Ed a few minutes later.) Desperate, yes, alone, no. I'd brought home with me, and there we were.
I can see that it would be more difficult to find home in one's own skin alone, but I can also see a way. Where one is one's own home, and others visit, come and go. And the home inside myself has grown as well as the one I share with D. I always prefer him near, but I think my home is myself, and he is part of it, but not all of it. We are a home together, we are each of us capable of being a home unto ourselves. With a cat, of course.
The geology class is excellent. I am finally really understanding the science. I think I finally get the idea of metamorphic rock. Not metamorphorical rock (like Pratchett Trolls.) It's wonderful to be taught by someone knowledgeable and passionate. Learning about a foot wall vs a hanging wall, gneiss and schist.
*Activated to army service for Gulf War I.
Never been a big fan of cupcakes at any time. Too much cake, not enough frosting, and it's hard to eat the cake first and leave the frosting until last. Besides - losing my taste for a lot of frosting as I get older. So I'm left with nothing at all to like.
Hours very short this week. I refuse to worry. Not about that, anyway. Class this evening, course plotted. Bright sunny day, and not just a winter sun that's just for show. This sun has a bit of heat to it, warms the shoulders, promises more to come. Tulips everywhere.
"Yes of course, open the door."
"Oh, sun, good, finally."
"This grass is very dry."
"But this is acceptable."
Moby has some bald spots on the backs of his legs. We don't know why, but they are becoming more pronounced. It's certainly not because he lays on rough concrete all day. More like bed, sofa, blankets, robes, sheepskin, polartech. We presume it's just that he's getting cat-pattern baldness.
Some links today, but start at Neatorama, I stole them all from there.
The cake, a work of art in sugar.
The virtues of non-theism. None of which surprizes me, obviously.
And you may want to stay in your car if you are facing a tornado and there isn't a sturdy building very close by. No good link, so, just the citation here.
Tornado Safety - Cars Vs. Ditches: A Controversy. Dr. Greg Forbes from The Weather Channel takes a look at a growing debate: is it safer for commuters to ride out a tornado in their cars (with all the built-in safety equipment) or go into a nearby ditch: "About two weeks ago I came back to work after a rare day off and found a letter on my desk from the American Red Cross. It indicated that their organization was changing some of their tornado safety rules. Some of those changes are at odds with safety rules advocated by the National Weather Service (NWS), and that has created a controversy! Click here for the new American Red Cross tornado safety rules. Click here for the NWS tornado safety rules , found within this brochure. Part of the basis for the change in American Red Cross policy was studies by researcher Tom Schmidlin, who found that a relatively small percentage of vehicles are overturned, tossed, and demolished in tornadoes. The NWS recommends that if you are being overtaken in your car by a tornado, then you should get out of the car and into a nearby building or ditch. The new American Red Cross recommendation is that if no building is available, stay in the car - get out of the car and into a ditch only as a last resort. Crouch down with your seat belt on and your head below the windshield level.
What are the pros and cons? Here is a partial list.
Hazards of getting out of the car and into a ditch:
flying and tumbling debris may land on you, possibly even your vehicle
heavy rain may fill the ditch and threaten drowning, particularly if you are pinned down by debris
you may be pummeled by hail
you are at risk from lightning
No snow today. Should be more like spring this week to come. Now, just flooding to watch for.