Heh...

Apr. 28th, 2012 07:22 pm
feren: Feren smoking (atomicfiction_ferensmoking)
It says something about the state of things in this household when we find that we have stopped worrying about the excessively large pools of urine on the bathroom floor... and are now worried there are not excessively large pools of urine on the bathroom floor.
feren: Feren the photographer (oCe_Feren-Photography)
I got email back from the Canon factory service center. They received the 40D yesterday and have done a preliminary evaluation. That being said, $202 is the current estimate to repair my broken dSLR.

They also sent along a little note that hey, if I Really Want I could upgrade to a refurbished 50D for $699.

Right now neither option is terribly appealing.

I guess I'll select the "cheaper" option of simply fixing the 40D.
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-tonysoprano)
For those who don't follow my [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon's journal, she's been sick for the last 4 days or so. I came down with the Martian Death Flu on Monday, spiking an all-time high temperature of 102.8F sometime last night (I think around 1945 hours? I don't recall. Time is without meaning right now). I've been fluctuating between 99.9F and 101.6F since then.

I blame a coworker for getting me sick. Ug, it may or may not have been you.

Of course I called in sick to work today. That doesn't mean I got to sleep in, however. I had to haul [livejournal.com profile] ra_kitty up to Schaumburg to see his vet. Without the physical exam the vet's office refused to refill his prescription for Prednisone. Without the Pred, he becomes a very harfy kitty (as he's been for the last five days). So off we went at 0800 this morning. Got there at 0845, waited until 0900, went in for what I thought was an 0910 appointment. Found out it was actually for 0920. Was seated in an exam room and ignored until 0940 -- twenty minutes after the appointment, and I was the first person the vet saw today. That's fantastic customer service. Poking, prodding, yowling was had. Got Ra back at 0950 and was left to sit until 1007 when they finally came by with his pills and the bill. $245.70. Holy crap. His meds cost $12, but to get those I had to pay almost twenty times that amount. Expensive damn cat.

Drove back home, in the door my 1100, had to spend the next 36 minutes resolving an issue for work because I'm the only one with any knowledge of how our VPN system works. Hooray for never getting any off time, even when I'm coughing and hacking and feverish! Once that was done I curled up under the blankets and slept. sometime during my nap Ra joined me on the bed. He's pretty clearly worn out too, from all the yelling & fussing he did. I'm sure the vaccinations and blood draw hasn't done wonders for his energy levels, either.

I just finished a bowl of soup that took me about 20 minutes to eat! I suspect it is because I have zero appetite. Once I finish a quick skim of LJ I'm going to go lay back down in bed and try to catch a few more hours of sleep.
feren: I AM THE MAN (Jack)
So it's 0432 and I'm one of only two warm-blooded beings on the office floor right now. Actually, come to think of it, the other creature on the floor is a contractor. Even though he's working on my project I don't know if he counts as a warm-blooded creature for that very reason... but I digress. As I was saying, it's 0432 in the morning and I've been awake since my alarm went off forty-give minutes ago at 0345. I went to bed sometime around 2145 last night, so I have something akin to 6 hours of sleep. At least that's how the theory goes. I'm sure [livejournal.com profile] tarinfirepelt can relate to the sort of confusion I have about sleep schedules when things like this happen, even if he doesn't have a lot of sympathy for me.

But that's just the problem: I haven't had a sleep schedule so much as I've had a toss-turn-wake-wander-return-to-bed-lather-rinse-repeat schedule. So, I've been working to combine a bit of the advice of [livejournal.com profile] markvd and [livejournal.com profile] ottr, the main thrust of which is to change a few of my habits. Namely? Cutting out the soda and caffeine that's been the mainstay of my diet for the last year. Monster energy drink? Gone. Diet Pepsi? Gone. Coffee in the morning? Gone (or at best replaced with decaf).

This will be my second day without caffeine. Like a complete idiot I quit cold-turkey on Tuesday night, which made yesterday Day One. I believe that had some hand in the "wharrgarbl" aspect of my day (a 12 hour shift full of dogjawed mouthbreathing project managers and last minute requests and outages certainly didn't help any, either; nor does the state of the house and the impending arrival of my parents on their way back to Minnesota).

I really hope that in a week or so all the withdrawl symptoms cease and, more importantly, I'm able to start sleeping through the night again.

You better
feren: I AM THE MAN (Snake!)
Well, maybe I'm not dead -- but I'm not resting, either.

I am, however, taking pictures with my new toy. )

There you have it. If my photographs have left you in pain, I profoundly apologize. Let me suggest that you go enjoy some of the works of one [livejournal.com profile] gatcat by clicking here. Trust me on this.

Everybody wants you.
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-gruntle)
I discovered late last night that I should have worn my favorite cap all day -- even if was so hot that I was sweating buckets while we were moving things from the flat to the trailer. Like an idiot I didn't wear the hat and the wrath of the sun has inevitably been dealt: I have, once again, burned my scalp. It's not quite the color of a cooked lobster but it is along those lines.

Sometimes being bald is a pain... literally.

For the rest of the week I'll be rubbing my head down with aloe vera spray and trying not to put my head under the water when I take a shower.

We've sealed and locked the doors
feren: I AM THE MAN (card)
... and then I pick up the trailer from U-haul -- that is, I will pick it up if they haven't screwed me over by renting it to somebody else like they did the last time, when I danced this dance for [livejournal.com profile] duncandahusky. At eleven o'clock, our friends will show up (my friends H.K. & G.K. as well as [livejournal.com profile] roho and [livejournal.com profile] genet). Once everyone has gathered the moving of [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon from Kenosha to Z'ha'dum commences in earnest despite having been ongoing for the last four months...

The 'mudgeon and I worked through most of today, though there was some downtime after a late lunch. The Expedition was loaded up to the roof and we drove down to Z'ha'dum. Once it was unloaded we drove back to Kenosha. We're down to a few boxes, some furniture and miscellaneous items. Once everyone gets here I think this is going to go pretty quickly. I just hope that the heat stays within something approaching "tolerable" while we work.

A man with a plan, a mechanical band
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-enthusiastic)

Blackteagan Sketch Commission Blackteagan Sketch Commission
[livejournal.com profile] blackteagan held a sale on sketch commissions this weekend. I was lucky enough to be able to get in the queue, which surprised me given how late I was in tossing my hat into the ring. When asked what I wanted for the sketch I told them, "I'd really like you to just have fun and surprise me." Surprise me they did with this wonderful piece! I'm very enthused about it and can't wait for it to arrive -- and I hope it arrives, since once again I'm having it sent to the PO Box. The same PO Box, you might recall, that the postal service seemed incapable of delivering to the last time I had a commission mailed to me. Hopefully this time... will be different. The thumbnail will take you to a larger version.


In other news this has been a pretty productive weekend. I already alluded to the surprise that [livejournal.com profile] genet and [livejournal.com profile] roho had in store for me on Saturday evening. Today I helped [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon and her brother finish cleaning out their parents estate. The property goes on the market Monday and her brother wanted to make sure the house was in its best shape for when the realtors and potential buyers walk through. I know this is all very hard for Curmudgeon.

After sweating and laboring at the estate I came back to the World's Smallest Flat to sweat and labor some more. I took down the kitchen table, the kitchen chairs, boxes of books (OMG no more books honey, seriously!) , boxes of other fragile things, a bag of clothes and some other odds and ends. I had no idea that my girlfriend owned a didgeridoo. I got everything that we'd wrapped and packed downstairs and into the Expy, which is pretty much full. I'd like to finish this weekend by wrapping and packing a load of dishes from her kitchen but I'm not sure I'm up to the task. I've downed one Diet Pepsi in under a minute to try and lower my core temperature and I'll probably slam another before I actually post this to LJ.

Still, we're looking pretty good and the end is well within sight.

feren: I AM THE MAN (Blotch-TooCoolFeren)
... or at least I am with [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon at the World's Smallest Flat in Kenosha. I caught the 0700 EDT flight out of LGA (meaning I had to be awake at 0400 EDT, which netted me something like 3 hours of slee) and arrived on time at 0832 CDT. I picked up the Expy, paid the long-term parking bill and drove North. I estimate my time of arrival to be something like 1000. I promptly stripped myself of clothes that stank of travel funk and defeat, crawled into bed with one of the cats and slept until 1635.

I am now awake, showered, shaved and ready to get some food.
feren: I AM THE MAN (Default)
A long day at the office yesterday netted mixed results but I think we made some progress on one or two important issues. I achieved escape velocity from the office sometime around 1920 hours and made my way up to Kenosha, arriving something like an hour later. Even when I-294 is under construction I can still travel a great distance in reasonable time on it -- so long as I wait until after rush hour has finished.

I was hungry and the hour was late, so I convinced [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon to accompany me on a quick run for some fast food. When we returned from Burger King I handed her the drive-thru bag and asked her to carry it since there was a "heavier bag I forgot in the back of the truck." When I came around the front of the Expedition and she saw the huge bag with "Happy Birthday" written on it she just stared and said "Oh, my."

Before we had our late dinners she unwrapped her gifts. I think I surprised her with the vast range of items I'd managed to fit in there. Everything from ceramic painted cats (Think of the Chicago Cows On Parade art exhibit and you have the sense of how these cats were painted) to a wireless desktop to an iTunes gift card she can use to buy some new music. Perhaps the biggest surprise to Curmudgeon was the bag of Russel Stover sugarless chocolate truffles that I had put in there. She was sure she'd hate them simply on the merits of their being sugarless. None the less, I convinced her to try one and she spent the next five minutes boggling at how delicious it was. Do I know my lady, or what?

In other news this weekend will be spent in the usual way I spend my weekends in Kenosha: helping the Curmudgeon pack for her upcoming move to Z'ha'dum and maybe having dinner or coffee with some local friends -- assuming we don't get roped into putting some final finishing touches on the estate so Curmudgeon's brother can get it on the market. Of course no weekend of productivity like this is complete without a twist. This week's twist is that the last round of antibiotics given to Curmudgeon's primadonna cat (Aptly named "Diva") seem to have had no effect on what has now been diagnosed as a kidney infection. So a new round of meds are being applied and I'm the lucky cat daddy who gets to put them down her throat for the entirety of the weekend (as an amusing sidenote, I think 'mudge is envious because when pill time arrives Diva fights me less and I usually get the pill down her throat the first time, whereas for Curmudgeon there's lots of squirming, biting and several tries are necessary before the meds go down the hatch).

Build the robots
feren: I AM THE MAN (card)
I am feeling guilty as I haven't written anything in this journal for a while. The usual disclaimers [work|life] apply. As I am currently a bit under the weather I'll just jot down a few bullet points...
  • Paperwork has arrived that proves the second lien on Z'ha'dum is released. I am now officially free of the second mortgage (taken at the same time as the first mortgage in 2004 so I could dodge PMI).

  • Plans are in motion to have [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon moved into Z'ha'dum by the end of August.

  • I haven't fixed the damage from the Expedition's little love-tap last month.

  • A few months ago my father was been diagnosed by the doctors at the VA with diabetes. Not surprising, really. Now he's also been diagnosed with diabetic neuropathy. This is a surprise. A year ago he would not think anything of walking six or eight miles through corn fields to hunt some pheasant. Now just walking to his goose blind in the back 20 acres is agony for him. In his words, "I never should have retired because now I'm falling apart."

  • [livejournal.com profile] ra_kitty is still fat and talky. He's also due for a vet appointment.

  • I bought a new paper shredder. It makes me happy.

  • I have the intense desire to commission somebody to draw Feren done up like Spider Jerusalem.

  • I owe [livejournal.com profile] ottr a beer, for he has pointed me towards Balls of Fury. Christopher Walken and a brilliant send-up of Mortal Kombat. You know I'm going to have to see that.

  • I'm planning to take some time off work and drag the Curmudgeon up to the farm so she can see where I grew up before it's completely turned into yuppie subdivision hell. I also am hoping to hit CONvergence so as to hang out with [livejournal.com profile] chebutykin and various other cool folks from the area.

  • [livejournal.com profile] tarinfirepelt has gotten me hooked on Sequential Art.
That's about all I can think of right now. More substantial entries will be made in the future.
feren: I AM THE MAN (doctor-pwned)
My route up to [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon's place involves a good portion of I-294. For those who don't live in the Chicago area and thus have no reason to know about this road, I-294 is a major loop for I-94. It is also currently undergoing major reconstruction in a number of places.

This is gonna hurt the Expy more than it hurts me. )
In the end I'm okay and the truck is more than okay to drive. It just needs some work done to it. Seeing as how I have nobody to blame but myself for this situation I can't be too angry about it. My only goal at this point is to get it fixed as quickly as possible.

[Edit at 1149 4/14: I have to wonder how much of this damage could have been minimized if I'd just given myself this really nice grill and brush guard for Christmas last year, eh?]

Life is a highway
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-devious)
Evidently the Illinois State Police didn't find too much fault with how I attached my photograph to that paperwork I filled out back in November of 2006. If you haven't already guessed, the form I was wrestling with was my FOID application. For those who aren't familiar with the state's somewhat draconian laws, Illinois requires that you have to have a Firearm Owner ID card to own or hold firearms/ammunition in this state -- something most other states consider you eligible for assuming you are above the age of 18, are not a felon, have not been convicted of a violent/domestic assault crime, have not been convicted of a drug offense and are not mentally ill. Oh yeah, did I mention that Illinois classifies stun guns ("Tasers") and Mace as firearms? Good times.

For the record, I'm fine with background checks. Hell, I endorse them and think that the NICS check is a Good Thing. I do not believe that something which carries as much responsibility as a firearm should just be given out to any random idiot without a bit of "due diligence" being performed first. If Illinois required a safety training course I'd be perfectly okay with that too, despite having passed such a course 13 years ago in Minnesota. Heck, I'm fine with Chicago banning citizen-owned firearms entirely; while I think it's ridiculous despite its good intentions I don't have to live there. What I do not believe is useful or at all reasonable is a state-wide "ID" program that's nothing but smoke and mirrors, paired with overzealous classifications of non-lethal defense mechanisms in some sort of bid by the state government to assure the constituents that they're "safe." However, despite my objections to the system I am a law-abiding citizen and as such I have followed the rules. Everything I own of a firearm nature (including my compound bow) has been waiting at the farm until I got all the various ducks in a row and had the state and city's blessing.

With that said I've been waiting impatiently since mid-December for any response from the folks down in Springfield as the paperwork claims a response is due "thirty days from the day the application fee is cashed." I had a not-inconsiderable sense of dread that led me to wonder if I had somehow mistakenly thrown the response out as "junk mail", but that was alleviated today when I received an envelope in my mailbox that showed a return address of interest. I admit that seeing ILLINOIS STATE POLICE - ATTN: FOID APPS emblazoned in all caps in the upper left hand window immediately caught my attention. I brought the envelope inside, popped the cap off a beer and sat down at my desk as I prepared to open the envelope. The contents would either be a reason to drink in celebration, or drink in defeat. I cut open the top and pulled out the enclosed letter...

... and drank in celebration. That is to say, my FOID arrived today. The State Police have smiled upon me and approved me to lawfully own firearms in Illinois can finally move my collection of revolvers, pistols, shotguns and rifles down from the farm to Z'ha'dum and Like I said, it's a few days late (two weeks and change) to be considered my Christmas present from the state but I'll take it.

Everything is nothing like it was
feren: I AM THE MAN (card)
Thanks to the wonderment that is Google Apps for Your Domain (Yes, the beta is still taking sign-ups) I have been able to cobble together a pseudo-answer for the problem I faced after Friday's failure of panther and my subsequent announcement that I am shutting down and leaving the hosting business. So, for the moment, I have the ability to keep receiving email via my personal e-mail address and put up an explanation on the front page. All thanks to a side project run by a search engine. Sadly, the webserver component for Google Apps doesn't support virtual hosts that might point at my explanation page via their own URL, so it's not a complete solution. But it's still better than where I was two hours ago.

Google, your powers are truly mighty. I just wish I didn't have to turn to them because of a situation like this.

sometimes
feren: I AM THE MAN (Blotch-TooCoolFeren)
I got the Expedition running again yesterday, not long after [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon arrived at the house. Although I got only 7/8ths of the work done, replaced a serpentine belt that didn't need replacing and broke a plastic housing on a 175A fuse bus I'm still citing it as a moral victory. The day was full of amusing little things, so I'll share an abbreviated time line for everyone here. )
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-gruntle)
When leaving [livejournal.com profile] roho and [livejournal.com profile] genet's place yesterday I managed to give my ankle a pretty sound beating, the result of which seems to be a mild sprain. It was remarkably easy... I was walking along their front sidewalk, which leads from the porch to the driveway. I absentmindedly stepped off the edge of the sidewalk with my left foot, thinking there was solid ground where I was putting my foot down at. Unfortunately for me there wasn't any solid ground there -- just a big hole that grass had grown up in. So, down came my foot with the very inner edge of my boot sole on the sidewalk's lip and the rest (unbeknownst to me) hanging off into space. The rest of my weight came down, my foot snapped down and into the hole and **WRENCH-O**. Why hello, searing pain! It's been a while since you and I talked!

Of course [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon, Roho and Genet were pretty concerned. I am told that at the time it looked like I was going to go completely ass-over-teakettle, but somehow I pulled off a miraculous recovery. It took me a minute or two of balancing on my right foot before I was able to stand again. I gave assurances that it was just a light twist and that I'd be able to walk it off in no time. Clearly I underestimated things. By the time we got home last night the entire left ankle was aching and when I took my boot off I could feel how swollen and sore everything was. In retrospect I am stupid-lucky that I was wearing my much-beloved Stanley boots, because they are workbooks with lace-up tops that are very good at supporting your ankle. I think that had I been wearing regular tennis shoes I would have fractured the ankle instead of just giving it a really good spraining. Joy.

So anyway, this morning I got out of bed... put some weight on my left foot... and nearly demonstrated my impression of a tumbling clown of some sort. A naked one, who without his glasses is blind as a bat. A naked, blind, cursing-like-a-sailor tumbling clown. I downed some aspirin and told Curmudgeon that we needed to go get an ankle brace from the local Walgreens, because there was no way I was going out and doing anything today with just my boot's uppers to support me. Luckily the Walgreens was having a 50% off sale on Ace bandages, so I got a one-size-fits-all ankle brace for $5.49 instead of the $12 and change they wanted for it normally. I strapped that on and, when augmenting it with my boot, was almost able to hobble around at a pretty decent clip. With the brace and boot on I have the full range of motion my ankle is supposed to have, I just can't put weight on it at certain angles without feeling a very sharp pain through the base of my joint.

I'm here to tell you folks: There is no single better way to make yourself feel like a complete failure as a human being. When you sprain your ankle you end up walking like you've got something seriously wrong with your foot, but you've got not splint, no cast, no cane or crutch. People look at you funny because you end up doing this weird sorta hop-shuffle-drag thing for no discernable reason, and occasionally you hiss in a bit of breath if you end up twinging something just the wrong way. And all because you didn't look where you were putting your foot... I mean, how much more demeaning can it get? You got hurt while you were walking... something even a three year old can master! Durr. Still, as humiliating as that is I still got a better deal than [livejournal.com profile] tarinfirepelt, who ended up getting scorched by some hot asphault. That's way, way worse. And since I had spent part of the afternoon lighting denatured alcohol on fire with Roho in a vain attempt to make his pressurized kerosene lamps go, I definately got off light with a sprained ankle.

You haven't seen the worst of it yet
feren: I AM THE MAN (chilly-smiling-feren)
I have two new user pictures, commissioned from [livejournal.com profile] screwbald (Warning: Posts in Screwbald LJ are generally rated NSFW and the journal should be viewed at your own risk). Behold!

and

Also, I have some items of note that are vaguely organized in some sort of order...
  • Work sux at $EMPLOYER, and that's all I've got to say about that right now.
  • On August 23rd I drove to Milwaukee to see a kick-ass concert courtesy of a surprise birthday gift from [livejournal.com profile] captain18 and [livejournal.com profile] spoothbrush -- more on that in a later entry. There was Too Much Awesome For This LJ Post, and suchforth, so I'm writing a detailed entry.
  • I'm going to see [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon for the extended weekend.
  • I fly to Maine next week for my part in [livejournal.com profile] roho and [livejournal.com profile] genet's wedding. I miss flying for business, so this helps make up for the cutback in my work-related travels.
  • I still am sad that a little girl died, but I think all this coverage about Jon Benet Ramsey is ridiculous.
  • I still love my MacBook and I'm currently in a truce with my iPod that may lead to further purchases of music. There will be a poll on this tomorrow.
  • There's about 2.3 months until Midwest FurFest.
  • Remember how my Expedition had that Check Engine Light (known as a "Malfunction Indicator Lamp" or "MIL") for the last two years? Remember how Roho and I spent $200+ dollars and scalded our arms and hands on red-hot exhaust pipes to change out O2 sensors that I thought were the root cause, but weren't? Remember those P0171 and P0174 OBD-II codes that wouldn't die and how I was at my wit's end? Well, guess what! Last Saturday I fixed the problem with a $4.95 can of electronics cleaner! FUCKING. CARS. I failed emission testing once and spent three hours chasing down parts and over $200 for this?
  • I still like my gin, very much.
  • I have apparently blown out the left ear bud of the ear buds that are provided with my iPod. Yes, I set the volume cap but I still seem to have blown the damn thing out anyway - I hear a most disconcerting buzz/rattle when certain frequencies are hit by my music, but only on that side. When I swap the 'bud from left to right the buzz/distortion/rattle follows. So! Dear LazyWeb: Does anybody with an iPod have a suggestion for replacement ear buds that are compatible with a G5 (Video) iPod but without the shitty "Blowing out at the slightest provocation" feature?
  • I have to go to court about the missing piece of siding on my house. That's right, my village is actually taking me to court over a ten foot length of fascia. Of course I'll plead guilty (I can't deny the fascia is missing) and pay the fine, but for fuck's sake, don't they have better things to do?
I'll post a bit more tomorrow, work permitting.

But today there is no black or white
feren: I AM THE MAN (Technology makes me punchy)
So now I get to add that to the list of things that (desperately) need my attention to be given to them.

I run a hosting service why? Oh yeah, I do it because of my love of technology.... except when it fails and roaches a drive in a machine that's half a continent away from me.

I should just convert my office at home into a proto-datacenter and be done with it.

Go me.

Jul. 15th, 2006 02:09 pm
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-blue-contemplative)
I have arrived home from Minnesota. Well, really, I got home at the beginning of this week -- I put my arrival time at around 2130 hours on Sunday the 9th -- but I didn't post about it because I was too tired from the drive and I still had to unload and then make phone calls and then get ready to return to work the following morning. It was good to see my family but I feel as if I wasn't there nearly long enough. I know that I helped ease my mother's burden by doing work around the farm but I feel like I didn't do nearly enough. I wanted to catch up with [livejournal.com profile] chebutykin and at the very least give her some long-overdue Christmas gifts, but my time just couldn't be made free enough.

I haven't really had time for LiveJournal reading, let alone writing in it. Please don't take offense in my lack of reading/writing in LJ, but it hasn't really been a priority these last few months. With the events of June that rocked my family, well, LiveJournal has slipped even further down my list of things that need my attention. This is where I assure my friends and associates in LJ-land, It's Not You, It's Me. But trust me, I miss y'all a great deal and I miss writing here. I'll work on getting back into the groove of things and boring everyone with details about my life as soon as I can.

In the interim, I want to make sure that people check in with [livejournal.com profile] genet and send her all their good thoughts. I lost my grandfather this June 30th, and even at 90 years old I lost him too soon. Genet's grandmother has been diagnosed with Lymphoma, and as I lost my aunt to liver cancer on June 24th and am myself a cancer survivor this is an incredible blow to me. I cannot begin to imagine how one of my closest friends feels when she is confronted with this. I'm here if you need me, Genet.

In lighter news, as I close this entry out and prepare to retreat to the darkness so I can watch my new Doctor Who Series 1 (2005) DVD set with [livejournal.com profile] lady_curmudgeon in the bliss that is my air conditioned home's den, I want everyone to consider this: The Expy failed its emissions test this morning but I was still able to buy my 2007 tab for the plates, regardless. Am I somehow wrong for thinking those facts are completely at odds with one another?

Maybe it was Southern summer nights
feren: I AM THE MAN (ashryn-blue-contemplative)
Tonight, while I was taking the trash and the recyclables out the curb (sometime around 9:16 PM or so), I saw the first firefly of the season. I had just gotten a bag full of garbage and used cat litter out to the end of the driveway when I happened to look up. My timing couldn't have been better, because just as I did a firefly buzzed by and winked his light. I was so startled I dropped the bag and stood up to squint, because I didn't really recognize what I had seen. He flashed again once more and then disappeared into the night.

I stood out in front of the house for something like ten minutes after that, just waiting to see if I'd see any more of those ghostly green lights. I didn't, but that's okay. While I was out here I had time to enjoy the weather...tonight it's teetering upon the edge as it can't quite make up its mind between being "spring-cool" or "summer-warm and a little bit humid." The weather, along with the sighting of that lone firefly, caused a few memories to tickle the back of my brain. One of the strongest ones was from about 20 years ago, when I spent a few weeks in Long Island, where one of my uncles lives. I was at my uncle's house, and spent an entire evening running around his yard and catching fireflies in a jar. Another memory was of a much more recent time: when I was living in Wheeling with [livejournal.com profile] roho and [livejournal.com profile] genet, I spent quite a few of my nights (when the weather would permit it) standing outside and just staring at the stars and the moon. Back then I was thinking about somebody. Now, when I do the same thing in the back yard of my own home, I think about those memories. Maybe that's weird, maybe it's some sort of "meta-zen" when I think about memories of thinking of people (I think maybe I think too much).

On the topic of Ra: He seems to be doing well. In the time that has elapsed since my last update about him there have been no accidents that I've been able to discover. The daily tending of his litter box shows he's still passing urine, though it's hard to tell if he's passing as much as he should since I cannot accurately gauge his water intake. The other problem is that I'm not able to get a good sense of if there's still blood in his waste -- his litter just clumps around it and leaves no hints. I may put down a plastic cat pan liner and sprinke No-Sorb atop it to see if I can get a sample. Since he's finished the first week of antibiotics I want to make sure I'm not seeing any extra colors that shouldn't be there.

Here's to keeping fingers crossed.

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