AW David, sucky days and moodiness are draining for everyone and unfortunately don't even always have a reason. I am not looking forward to teenage years. I know I will be getting it from both sides, cause my Mom and Dad will just love to remind me what a charmer I was at that age.
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I have a sternum on display on my living room. But I think the cat skeletons are beyond where I'd go.
I don't think I'm getting the same DVIs as you guys. Or I'm napping through the B stories.
FTR, Urth Caffe rocks for people watching, but that nagging feeling that you should know the very able-looking guys who parked their Rolls in the handicapped spot can get distracting.
I had another nice day today, in SF with Juliana. First we went to a massive street fair in China Town, then had very good Chinese food, and then watched a movie, and now I am home and temporarily vegging out before I do some chores.
Sail, I'm the same: got my B.A., worked one season on a dig, and then went off to do non-academic things.
I don't think I'm getting the same DVIs as you guys. Or I'm napping through the B stories.FWIW, the DUI ep of DVI was right at the beginning of me watching the show and I think you and I got hooked by the same person at the same time. Not that I remember when that was. Or who. But I saw the ep early in my DVI watching.
Blergh. Hec has taken Emmett outside for comfort and private conference. I feel so bad for sad hurty Emmett, and bad for guilty Hec, and bad for my disappointed mom, and extra-bad because all I could do to make anything better was give my mom an extra hug when saying goodbye to her. Hec's all on edge and doesn't want to be talked at or hovered over, and Emmett's in pain and miserable and has lately been wobbling back and forth between being fond of me and regarding me as an interloper in his life, so now that the mom-hugging is done, all I can do is make myself invisible. Bleargh.
On the upside, I did a good deed for a small helpless mammal today: somebody abandoned a kitten in a box on the front steps of my church, and I warmed it and cuddled and coddled it and then my mom and I drove all over Berkeley looking for a veterinary hospital to drop it off to. Poor wee beastie, pretty little calico, riddled with fleas and underfed but clearly sociable and people-friendly and delighted to be held and cosseted. Also, for its tiny size, a mighty purrbucket.
I'm torn between being glad that the abandoner at least had the sense to leave the kitten at the front door of a building full of charitable kindly folks, and profoundly annoyed that the abandoner just imposed on everyone else's goodwill like that. You take in a baby mammal and then find that for whatever reason you can't keep it, the answer is not to stuff it in a box, find a friendly-looking doorway and hope for the best. Call a shelter, call a vet, take some fucking responsibility!
Grrr. Fucking humans. ::kicks human race, except Buffistas::
worked one season on a dig, and then went off to do non-academic things.
I never even got to do that, even during school. Still, I think every now and then of going back for a master's in museum curatorship. I could still get to play with bones!
But I saw the ep early in my DVI watching.
I think it predated me.
Oh! Guess who, a couple days ago, was feeling like crap, but still heading out to exercise, and had some lunch, got up, got dizzy, fainted, and dragged themselves to bed and made a few phone calls before falling asleep?
Exactly.
My father.
Let's just say, the phrase "I'm so related to you" was used by me more than once in that conversation. To his credit, he's actually been resting for the few days it's been since the syncope, but he's..Christ..over 70???? Yikes.
Damn, ita, that's scary. I hope it wasn't anything serious.
A side effect of my blaséness about my fainting is that I wasn't even tweaked about it until I did the math and remembered his age. Of course, I'm still mistrusting my subtraction skills.
Doctors, needless to say, have no idea why. He got a 24 hour heart monitor. I never got one of those!