After a frustrating hour on the phone with US Airways….
Her: And what is your wife’s middle name?
Me: Anne.
Her: With an “e” at the end?
Me: Oh god… Yes, I think so. No wait, no, no “e”. Hold on, let me try to look it up….
Her: [Laughter] Is this your wife?
Me: [Sighing] Yes.
This is what a failure looks like.
Location: In the kitchen.
The players: Julie, Chris, Sylvan.
Julie (to Chris): “[The Hooligans’ Mother], the other day, told me that [the Smaller Hooligan] wanted Twinkies for his birthday because Hostess is filing for bankruptcy….
Sylvan (interrupting): “What’s a Twinkie?”
Julie and Chris (simultaneously, with fists raised triumphantly): “Yes!”
Cheerios, yes. Twinkies, not so much.
Miss T was diagnosed with moderate to severe renal failure last week. The doc gave her days to weeks if we don’t give her subcutaneous fluids, weeks to months if we do. We’re trying the fluids, because, while I’m not sure I’ll be able to poke the needle through her apparently tough skin, I can’t imagine not doing everything I can do to make her more comfortable. That is also why Tephra is eating upwards of a dozen cat treats a day. And it shows. While she weighed 4.6 pounds at the vet last week (!), her ribs are a little less prominent this week. I also picked up some kitty food that contains smoked salmon. She noticed. She asked me why it didn’t show up a decade earlier.
Tonight, I took a bath to take the edge off my body’s revolt against 20 hours of rehearsal this week. Tephra watched the bath fill from the edge of the sink. Then she jumped down and stood up on her back legs to peer into the bath, but she’s too short. So, from a stool I placed near the tub, she looked down at the water, then reached down into the water as if she were trolling for goldfish. Then, while I hoped I wouldn’t have to fish out 5 pounds of clawed mischief, she precariously bent over the edge so she could drink the bath water.
Can’t take the kitten out of this one.
From last March: I'm a little scared that your bustle's going to devour me.
We went to the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. Elena showed me some circuit pieces while Sylvan actually created some complete circuits.
At OMSI, Sylvan strutted his stuff in front of a carnival mirror. Just imagine Sylvan at 16, folks.
We met the Muppets in Portland. Can you find both kids?
We went sledding. And we caught serious AIR!