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Dec. 15th, 2014 @ 10:27 am bus annoyance/harassment
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gorey bicycle, tricky
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I went to hand out with some people in Seattle yesterday afternoon; that was fine but not exciting, though I was amused by how many people looked at my drink and asked what it was (a raspberry Italian soda, with cream, which was deep pink and opaque).

The bus trip home was annoying. First, I had a long wait for a bus (based on the posted schedule, I think one bus was canceled, so I waited 40 minutes for a bus that should have been there five minutes after I got to the bus tunnel). That was irritating mostly because I wanted to get home and start working on dinner; my role was to dismantle the crab, so cattitude could then make crabcakes. I talked a bit with a group of tourists, who'd started by asking whether this was the right place for the 550, and mostly chatted with each other, and played a game on my phone.

So, the bus eventually came, I sat down, and as we went through the tunnel it filled up. The man who'd sat down next to me started by asking "are you Jewish?" I said "no" on the grounds that I didn't want to discuss that, or anything, with him. He then asked the tourists to keep their voices down, which they did, after a bit of "what's your issue?" between him and someone sitting in the row in front of us.

Then we got outdoors, and I called Cattitude to let him know that I was finally on a bus (I had expected to be home by then). Man next to me said "was that English?" which I ignored completely. Having had one maybe-plausible and one iffy attempt to start a conversation fail, he then asked me about the area code of my cell phone. That got me to say "I don't want to chat, just like you don't want to listen to those people."

PSA that nobody who needs it will listen to: when a stranger says she doesn't want to talk to you, that isn't an invitation to discuss why she doesn't want to talk to you. I repeated "I don't want to chat" and when that didn't quiet him, a louder "I said I don't want to chat, that includes about why I don't want to chat."

He persevered. I said, again loudly, "Either be quiet or let me up" (since he had the aisle seat). He said something like "OK, get up" but made no immediate move to let me up. The person behind me told him to respect me. I got up and walked backward on the bus, figuring I would much rather stand than be near this rude, possibly drunk man. To my surprise, someone offered me a seat, which I accepted. Meanwhile, the man behind me called to the driver "Driver, we have a harasser back here!" which led the man who had been hassling me to say something like "no, you're harassing me." After a minute, the driver basically told him to behave or he would be off at the next stop. (We were on the I-90 bridge over Lake Washington, not a place the driver can pull over and kick someone off.)

Mr. Rude had moved to the window seat after I got up; to my surprise, another woman sat down and started talking to him, and they had a quiet conversation.

Then we got to the next stop, started to pull away, and Drunk Number 2, at the back of the bus, demanded that the driver let him off. So the driver stopped the bus again and said "get out" and Drunk No. 2 stopped to shout something like "Do you think I don't want to fucking get off?" and took his time getting up and out of the bus.

Someone who'd been sitting near him called forward "you don't get paid enough!" The driver said "What?" and I said "She said you don't get paid enough." The driver told us he'd already had two incidents today, and that if we were pleased with him, please tell Sound Transit. I took down the bus number so I can do that. He said a few cheerful things about the Seahawks, which got laughter, and the rest of the ride was basically quiet.

I got home, asked Cattitude for a hug, washed my hands, and proceeded to bash a cooked Dungeness crab with a rock. This is my normal process—I have a round probable-geode that is just the right size for my hand—but I don't usually take as much satisfaction in the smashing.

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Dec. 11th, 2014 @ 07:18 pm Workout post
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new gym icon, foam roller
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I've been doing well lately in terms of how often I get to the gym (this is of course relative to my own goals and limitations). I've even been increasing the weights and/or number of reps on a couple of things. I did my usual exercises today, but in a slightly different order; this may have helped me get more done than the last couple of times.

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Nov. 29th, 2014 @ 09:14 pm Cooking for my beloveds
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apricot, food
Tonight, I made a curry with leftover cooked turkey, leftover roast vegetables (small amounts each of carrot, sweet potato, and rutabaga), and coconut milk instead of cow's milk or cream. I multiplied my usual curry recipe by 1.5 (onion, apple, spices, broth, coconut milk, and lemon juice), sort of eyeballing the turkey and roasted vegetables.

The rutabaga seemed underdone on Thursday, so I cut it smaller and simmered the pieces in the broth for 20 minutes with the apple, onion, and spices. The carrot, sweet potato, and turkey went in near the end, with the lemon juice. I didn't use raisins (or dried cranberries), which may be why the curry came out a bit more liquid than usual.

I was pleased and not really surprised that this recipe works quite well with coconut milk. The flavor isn't markedly better than milk or cream, so I probably won't buy coconut milk if I'm cooking just for me and cattitude, but [personal profile] adrian_turtle can't eat dairy, and she knew that using coconut milk would be a straight substitution. (It didn't curdle, but I took the same care to temper it as I do with cream, and when I do that the dairy milk or cream usually doesn't either.)

The roast carrots were really nice in this, maybe enough so that it's worth roasting some to use in this and other recipes; so did the sweet potato, but the carrots were a nice contrast with the softness of the cooked apple and turkey. (The rutabaga was okay but nothing special.)

Eight (volume) ounces of raw rice wasn't quite enough for the three of us; use nine next time I do curry for three.

Part of why I will probably use dairy milk most of the time is that making this as dinner for three people (without side dishes, though there will be dessert in a bit) used 4.5 tablespoons of coconut milk, or 2.25 fluid ounces; a can of coconut milk contains six times that much. I saved some coconut milk in the refrigerator, but don't know if I will use it; we have a similar container of tomato puree, which was an ingredient in today's lunch. That's in addition to the things that feel like leftovers: some roast turkey; a good supply of the cranberry-orange relish; some roast potatoes and Brussels sprouts; and the dumplings we didn't have room for last night.

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Nov. 28th, 2014 @ 07:11 pm A pleasant Thanksgiving
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purple trilobite, trilobite
[personal profile] adrian_turtle came here for Thanksgiving with me and cattitude. She got here after midnight Tuesday; we made the cranberry relish late Wednesday and did all the other cooking and food prep on Thursday. This year not only did we make dinner and enjoy eating it together, everything went smoothly. That's the advantage of both practice and having identified the specific rough spots from previous years; I think this is the ninth time the three of us have made a Thanksgiving dinner together. (One year when [personal profile] roadnotes and baldanders were living in Brooklyn, they had the three of us and her sister over for Thanksgiving at their apartment, but I don't think we did much cooking that year.)

This morning we slept in a little, and I went over to the fitness room and worked out after the morning tea and yogurt. We had leftover turkey and cranberry sandwiches for lunch; my beloveds are making beef-and-sweet-potato dumplings for dinner. I suspect we'll continue to have a low-key weekend before she goes home.

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Nov. 26th, 2014 @ 05:40 pm Stu Shiffman
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purple trilobite, trilobite
I just heard via the Vanguard email list that Stu Shiffman died today. I didn't know him as well as I'd have liked (geography can be like that); I am now very glad I dropped in and visited him at the nursing home this summer, after not getting to say more than "congratulations" at his and Andi's wedding in the spring.

[I'm posting this mostly because I don't know who sees what information sources. It's been a hard few months.]

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Nov. 22nd, 2014 @ 08:28 pm (no subject)
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sbisson, bay bridges, relationships
It's Dungeness crab season here; cattitude and I bought a nice big cooked crab this afternoon, which I took apart and he is making into crab cakes. It will be good, but while I was taking the crab apart, I remembered that some months ago, talking with [personal profile] roadnotes, we agreed that he would make some for her and Scraps, this winter.

There's grief as a background, right now, and then there are odd sharp moments, like that. But we go on, and we are going to eat crab cakes.

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Nov. 10th, 2014 @ 11:26 am What I said at the memorial for Velma
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purple trilobite, trilobite
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I wrote this in advance, because I knew I would stumble over my words otherwise:

I’ve known and loved Velma for most of my life, and I’m having trouble getting used to the idea that she won’t be part of the rest of it.

I was thinking about the plans for this memorial. I had the brief and reassuring thought of “I know who I can ask about this question,” and then I realized my subconscious wanted me to ask Velma, and that won’t work. Because we’re so used to bouncing things off each other, and in between the story-telling and the sharing of good and bad news, it’s been a way for one or the other of us to figure out what she thinks about something, a first step in deciding what to do. Sometimes we’d actually solve things for each other, but more often it was collaborative, or reassurance that it was okay to do what we wanted or needed, not what someone else was trying to pressure her, or me, into. When we were in our twenties, Velma agreed to be my standing “previous engagement,” if I really didn’t want to go to something. I could say “I’m sorry, I already have plans” and then call and let her know I’d said that, in case the other person checked. I only remember doing it once, but that one time, it was very helpful to know I had that option. At fifty, I think I can do without it, but knowing I could invoke that if I needed to was a comfort for years.

We met when we were 13 or so—either she was in eighth grade, or I was—and lost touch for a year or so after she graduated from our high school, after the only phone number I had for her was disconnected. Reconnecting with Velma was one of the first good things about getting involved with sf fandom, shortly after I graduated. I’m not sure when we started referring to each other as sisters, but it’s felt right for a long time. When Andy and I decided to move to Seattle, knowing she was here made that decision easier. Being close enough for casual visits again, after the few years separated by a continent, helped me feel like I could do this.

Right now I’m missing some of the little things, because they ran through so much of our time together, and maybe because that made it easier to let them slide. It never specifically seemed to matter that it had been a few years since we’d gone out for Chinese food, with lots of roast duck and mushrooms and rice, and too many cups of tea as the conversation lingered. It didn’t matter because it’s a thing we did, and assumed we would do again. And because the tea and duck really weren’t the point, so much as being in the same place: being face to face meant catching nuances that wouldn’t be there in text, or even on the phone. That extra level of meaning is one more thing to miss, which is to say, one more thing I’m glad we had.

Velma didn’t get me started keeping a journal, but she’s part of why I kept doing it. We use them differently—she would look at old journals, and sometimes find patterns, and I mostly seem to be thinking out loud, and rarely pick up old volumes of the hardcopy—but I’m glad of her example, glad of the encouragement that it’s okay to take out my journal while I’m waiting for someone or while a friend is reading, and it’s one of the many things that feels like a connection, whether or not she’s actually there or we’re doing it together right now.

I was looking at some of Velma’s old LiveJournal posts, which reminded me that she spent a lot of time thinking about boundaries and about appropriate shapes of relationships. She’s one of the people I talked to about how relationships can work, both hypothetically and on the practical level of what was and wasn’t working for each of us, and sometimes for other people. Velma was one of the first people I told when I got involved with [personal profile] rysmiel, and I was delighted, later, to see them becoming friends.

Someone had accused her of holding grudges, but I think that was a consequence of her tendency to give people more chances than I would have, sometimes more than I thought she should. If she did finally decide that someone was demanding too much, or that their apologies were worthless because nothing would change, that was usually after a lot of anger had built up. Someone else might have quietly broken things off, while they still had enough patience left to sort of get along. But Velma was who she was, and part of that was sometimes being too optimistic, or too trusting.


I’d like to end with the sonnet Jo Walton wrote for Velma:

I've said it all before: death sucks! And worse,
We're complex, breathtaking, and we can speak,
All irreplaceable, and each unique,
Each human death must end a universe.

People die young, die old, die at my age!
Die much beloved, or indifferent, die
As everyone must do, as you and I,
And nothing helps, not love, not hope, not rage.

Your biting joy in life, your smile, your wit,
That you were loved and needed -- so unfair,
That death devoured it all, and that we care
Who cared for you, and that's the end of it.

All we can do is live life day by day
Remember what we can, and while we may.

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Nov. 8th, 2014 @ 06:36 pm placeholder re memorial
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purple trilobite, trilobite
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Velma's memorial went well, thanks in large part to several helpful friends, so I not only had other people to move furniture and figure out what went where, I was able to say "ask Jeanne" to a large number of questions.

Lot of people, many of whom got up to speak; all the logistical stuff I'd been worried about worked well in the end, food and who would speak when and clean-up, and I got a complete stranger who'd arrived early to get me a cup of tea before things really started.

(I am waiting until Monday to post what I said at the memorial.)

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Nov. 3rd, 2014 @ 06:30 pm photos of Velma
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purple trilobite, trilobite
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I just posted some photos of Velma, alone or with me. Access-filtered/friends-only because they include nudes. If you want to see them and don't have access, ask and I'll probably add you.

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Nov. 3rd, 2014 @ 02:14 pm Memorial for Velma deSelby-Bowen (repost)
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purple trilobite, trilobite
Since pnh pointed out to me that people miss things that are posted over the weekend, I'm repeating this: there will be a http://redbird.livejournal.com/1446162.html on Saturday, November 8, in Seattle. Nobody will be turned away for not RSVP'ing, but I'm trying to get a headcount so we know how much food and drink we need.
Nov. 2nd, 2014 @ 11:55 am re-adding an exercise
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new gym icon, foam roller
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Something johnpalmer wrote reminded me of an exercise/stretch I hadn't thought of since I stopped going to the actual gym.
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Nov. 1st, 2014 @ 08:27 pm small good thing
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apricot, food
We were pleasantly surprised to find fresh local plums at the farmer's market this morning. The farmer told us that they'd been surprised too: this is a tree that wasn't expected to bear for another year or two, and a couple of days ago they saw the ripe fruit. These are nice reddish-purple round plums, yellow inside; they are in a bowl on the counter, and I am checking them a couple of times a day for ripeness, and moving them to the refrigerator as appropriate. I ate one of the just-ripened ones at about 4 o'clock; it hadn't been ripe at 10:45. The frequent checking is a precaution, after I put the big Italian prunes we bought last week (which were also a surprise, and thought the last of the season) in a paper bag and left them on the counter, and they went from under- to overripe annoyingly fast, in a paper bag on the counter.

Also, the bakery with the really good baguettes, which was missing last week, was back today.

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Oct. 31st, 2014 @ 08:55 pm Memorial for Velma deSelby-Bowen
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drinking tea in jo's kitchen
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We are planning a memorial gathering for Velma on Saturday, November 8, at 1:30 p.m., at Washington Hall in Seattle. Everyone is welcome.

There’s no formal officiant. Instead, this is an opportunity for her family and friends to get up and share our memories of Velma. We’re still working on the details of the planning. If you know you’ll want to get up and speak, please tell Vicki, by email at vr@panix.com. Or if you just want to be with people, please let Vicki know you’re likely to attend so we can get a head-count for food and drink.

Washington Hall is in the Central District, at 153 14th Ave Seattle, WA 98122. We will be in the Lodge Room. The space is wheelchair-accessible and easily accessible by mass transit; there is also a parking lot. We have the room from 1:00 p.m. until 5:00 p.m., including set-up and clean-up time; if you want to come early and help with set-up, please let Vicki know.

RSVPs to Vicki at vr@panix.com please; I’m trying to reduce the burden on Scraps.

Please pass the word to people who you think should know about this.



There will also be a memorial in New York City, on November 18. Here's information about that: http://elisem.livejournal.com/1896533.html

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Oct. 28th, 2014 @ 06:20 pm Julian Tiger, 2003-2014
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purple trilobite, trilobite
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He was a good cat. The kidney disease got bad quickly, and we took him to be euthanized this afternoon. He lay on my lap at the very end.

It's been a hard year.

This photo is from 2009:

Julian, flopped on his side

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Oct. 24th, 2014 @ 04:27 pm Sometimes what comes next is the gym
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new gym icon, foam roller
The numbers from [profile] julian_tiger's most recent bloodwork are worse, and his weight is down; we aren't going to have him much longer. And I lost Velma less than a week ago. So, try to avoid making significant decisions, and I am doing quite a bit on habit. Things like having yogurt for breakfast, or timing on cups of tea.

One of those habits seems to be exercise, though that's not an everyday thing like the morning yogurt. I hadn't been to the fitness room since Monday, so I went this afternoon. I think it helped my mood, as well as being good for me on other levels. There were two other people in the exercise room, one telling the other what to do, setting the amounts of resistance on the machines, and so on. The one being instructed looked to be in his teens; it was weird realizing that I may have been doing this since before he was born. That's enough years to normalize it, and make it something to do when "normal" feels a bit out of reach.

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Oct. 22nd, 2014 @ 10:00 pm Saw Elise; the cat is doing better
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I had talked to [personal profile] elisem on Monday about getting together again today, and last night she proposed that we both go visit Soren, as we had on Monday. He said "any time after noon," though I was skeptical after getting an email from him this morning that he had sent at 3:30 a.m. Nonetheless, I took the bus up to his neighborhood, had clams at Ivar's, and then walked over to his apartment. No answer; since the doorbell is hooked up to the phone, I left a message. Then I heard from Elise; Soren had told her "not feeling well, give me an hour" more than an hour earlier. She was worried, and a neighbor let me into the building, so I went up and knocked, loudly. Soren was sleepy and not up for company, but there was nothing seriously wrong, so I got back on the bus and met Elise in Fremont. We hung out a while in a burger restaurant while she had lunch and I drank iced tea, then walked for a bit, back to where she is staying. There was good conversation, again much of it about Velma ([personal profile] roadnotes.

Also, I posted about Velma's death and notifying people on the "I need a hug" section of the Friends of Captain Awkward site, using real names in the post because it was easier than inventing pseudonyms. I got a PM this morning from someone who knew Velma from a fountain pen forum, asking "I hope not, but is that the same Velma?" I've also gotten a Faceboorequest for Soren's email address from someone who says he's an old friend of theirs—I replied and asked him for a non-Facebook address Soren can reach him at—and a very ill-timed FB friend request on Sunday from an ex of hers, which I hope is coincidence rather than some sort of vulturine response to the bad news.

Meanwhile, our cat julian_tiger has gotten very good at not taking pills, and had almost no appetite yesterday. (He was trying, but after a few nibbles of chicken sausage he had that "I want to be hungry for that" look.) This morning I tried him on bell pepper (again, he ate a little and clearly wanted to be hungry for more) and then plain yogurt. He was happy to lick some off my finger, then licked the bowl, so I gave him another tablespoonful. Then, on a hunch, I offered him some peach jam. Happy cat! He asked for seconds, and thirds, and fourths.

I found clementines at the supermarket this morning, and he was happy to help me with one. OK, he wants soft/moist things, and we're back in "orange food for orange cats." I bought salmon and a sweet potato for dinner. He was very happy to help us with them, in larger quantities than we would normally give him, which is a relief, because the vet confirmed that he can't live on just yogurt and fruit, he needs protein. Rationally, "orange food for orange cats" is as silly a basis for a menu as basing it on blood type, but everything there except maybe the peach jam is something I already knew he liked. We are much more optimistic than we were 24 hours ago, and I have at least enough cooked fish left to give him healthy treats tomorrow.

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Oct. 20th, 2014 @ 09:06 pm remembering Velma
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purple trilobite, trilobite
I suspect a phone conversation this afternoon will be the last time anyone addresses me as "Velma."

[personal profile] elisem and I were visiting with Soren at his parents' house, and one of the forms they were dealing with needed her social security number, which of course none of us knew. But right after Velma died, the nurse who was in the room at the end told them that if they needed help with anything, they should ask.

Soren doesn't like to make phone calls, so I offered to handle this one. I wound up leaving a message for the social worker, saying that I was Velma's sister and what we needed. The person who took the message asked me to spell my name, and whether I knew her date of birth, which I do. The social worker who called back, after asking "Is this Vicki?" sorted out what we wanted, and somewhere in there addressed me as "Velma."

It's something about the V's, we think, and the cross-naming has come from everyone from casual friends to cattitude and Velma's then-partner volund. The really weird part is that almost nobody called us by each other's name after she got contact lenses.

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Oct. 19th, 2014 @ 09:57 am In memoriam, Velma deSelby Bowen, 1962-2014
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Velma ([personal profile] roadnotes) died yesterday while I was flying west to see her, but at least she knew I was on my way. This is hard. More later.

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Oct. 17th, 2014 @ 08:02 pm There's not much comfort in knowing that life is not fair
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drinking tea in jo's kitchen
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My sister-by-choice, [personal profile] roadnotes, who I've known since we were 13 or so, is dying of cancer. We had hoped she had a year or so left; as of today it looks like maybe a few weeks. The following (via a couple of forwards) is from her partner, Soren:

The palliative doctor told us he can't recommend her going home she's too weak everyday weaker and weaker unfortunately I kind of agree. Still not eating now she's not drinking either. Maybe few days or few weeks.


I'm trying to figure out whether I should try to change my flight back from Boston, to get to Seattle tomorrow or Sunday instead of Monday. I have asked Elise, who will be getting there tomorrow morning, to email or text me once she sees Velma.

(Yes, I was elliptical yesterday, before I got the most recent email, which included a request to "please spread the word.)

This is awful. I'm not sure how I will cope, but I have some good people to lean on.

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Oct. 10th, 2014 @ 03:01 pm Cat update: annoyed at the vet
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The annoyance is for reasons not directly medical: at yesterday's follow-up they did bloodwork, as well as giving him his fluids and all the pills we hadn't managed to get into him in the previous couple of days, since he has gone from "oh, a treat" to "I'm not going near that, it has medicine in it"). He perked right up after getting his appetite stimulant; not being willing to swallow that one leads to an unfortunate feedback loop. Based on the bloodwork, the vet recommended adding another medication, warning up both that it was expensive and that most pharmacies don't carry it.

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The vet's office told me yesterday afternoon that I'd call it in, and that I should expect to hear from the pharmacy when it was ready. Not having heard anything by lunchtime today, I called the pharmacy. They'd never heard of Julian. So I called the vet's office. The receptionist asked me to hold on, and then told me that she just had talked to Dr. Todd, who was about to call it in, as soon as she "finished making a couple of notes on the prescription," and promised that she'd call me as soon as she'd done that. I emphasized the urgency of this even though Julian won't need the medication today: it would have been a lot easier for me to pick it up today than for one of us to do it tomorrow, or for cattitude to do it while I'm away.

I had hung up before I realized how implausible the explanation was—"a couple more notes" on a prescription that she wrote yesterday morning? Yes, the receptionist saved herself the risk of being yelled at for someone dropping the ball (and now I wonder whether it was her or the doctor), but at significant cost to her/the practice's credibility.

I got off the phone with the vet's office 40 minutes ago as I type. I am going to drink this tea and then call back to check. (My hunch is that a call now might mean medicine available this weekend; a call tomorrow probably means Monday the earliest.)

ETA: I have talked, in order, to Cattitude, who got a phone message from the vet's office, and then to a competent-seeming tech at the vet's, twice. It's not clear whether the original confusion was at the Costco pharmacy (which seems plausible, but the vet is obviously better off if I blame Costco rather than her staff), but it seems to have been sorted out. The medication has now been ordered, and is expected Monday afternoon; it has Cattitude's name on it rather than mine, since he's going to be picking it up while I'm away. The tech said that if Costco doesn't call him Monday afternoon, he should call them to check on whether the medicine has arrived.

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Oct. 8th, 2014 @ 01:49 pm I will be in the Boston area
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I'm going to be visiting [personal profile] adrian_turtle next week, and would like to see other people as well. I'm flying east on Sunday, October 12, and back to Seattle on the afternoon of Monday the 20th. Adrian and I are having dinner with my mother on Wednesday, and I will likely be doing something with Mom on Thursday before she leaves on Friday afternoon. (If that something turns out to be a museum or historical tourist sort of outing, we might be up for additional company.)

Any plans involving Adrian have to work around her tutoring schedule, but one reasonable option is for me to get together with someone for a couple of hours while she's working.

I'm screening all comments on this, in case someone wants to leave a phone number or email address that you don't want to share with the world.

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Oct. 8th, 2014 @ 11:35 am Very old cave art, not from Europe
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purple trilobite, trilobite
What may be the oldest known cave paintings have been found, in Sulawesi, Indonesia. This is definitely the oldest known hand stencil, and a painting of a babirusa may be the oldest known drawing of an animal.

So, art didn't originate only in Western Europe, as people have been assuming. Either it goes back to before our ancestors spread out from Africa, or that shift in thought happened at least twice. (The article I'm linking to assumes it happened once.)

The discovery of 40,000-year-old cave paintings at opposite ends of the globe suggests that the ability to create representational art had its origins further back in time in Africa, before modern humans spread across the rest of the world.

"That's kind of my gut feeling," says Prof Stringer. "The basis for this art was there 60,000 years ago; it may even have been there in Africa before 60,000 years ago and it spread with modern humans".


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Oct. 2nd, 2014 @ 09:11 pm Julian is home!
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I picked julian_tiger up from the vet at about 5 this afternoon. He is still thin and moving more cautiously than we would like, and they sent us home with several medications, as well as discharge instructions and a note to make an appointment for next week.

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Oct. 1st, 2014 @ 06:06 pm feeding fruit to cats
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julian_tiger is still at the vet's until at least tomorrow, getting IV fluids and such, but they are encouraging us to visit, have him sit on our laps, and so on. I asked if I could bring him some blueberries and the receptionist said she'd have to check. So I cut a few in half and put them in a ziploc bag, figuring that if he couldn't have them I'd eat them myself later.

When I got there, the receptionist said that yes, he could have blueberries, and sent me into a room to wait. A tech brought Julian in, snuggled against her chest. She said nice things about him: he seems to be charming the entire staff. I offered Julian half a berry, and he happily ate it. And another, at which point she said something like "he really does like them!"

After the tech left, I fed him the rest of the berries, and then we settled in for a long session of head rubbing, scritching, and lap-sitting. He would have stayed on my lap even longer, had I let him, but our visits are an interruption to the treatment, and I want to get him home again as soon as possible. The first time I tried to move him off my lap he had hooked his claws into my pants, so I gave him a few more minutes, because he so rarely argues when we tell him it's time to get down.

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Sep. 29th, 2014 @ 11:52 am And another cat update
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Sorry, there's not much else interesting going on, as I get over a cold (and missed a party on the weekend rather than risk infecting everyone).

The summary is that julian_tiger is staying at the vet's for 3-5 days for IV fluids, for them to get his antibiotics into him, and so on.

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