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4 kittens

You love the game.

Posted on 2015.05.03 at 21:20
Classes ended.  I feel like a deep-sea diver, in my diving bell, when classes end each May. Calm and silent and isolated. It's soothing and pleasant, but also getting to be hot again. (I've never actually scuba dived, but it's probably not hot underwater. This analogy has got the bends.)


I ordered new cheques from the bank. There was a (free) option to put a catchphrase on your cheques, from among their preselected catchphrase options. In a fit of pique, I chose "I LOVE THE GAME!" in all caps, from the sports-themed category.

That may be my new catchphrase always. It speaks of Looney Tunes characters playing b-ball with Shaq, which I guess I'm co-opting for its clunky dreadfulness. I do love that game, the game of coopting clunky awful bits of pop culture. Outer space!


This weekend is for blockwalking. I should fess up that I've never blockwalked. I didn't run with a politically active crowd in college, and in the fifteen years since, it's never come up. (Kidding, it came up all the time during the Bush years and I ducked out, sensing it was time for cowardice.) Anyway, I blockwalked for the local school board election this week.

It's ok. It was nice to know that the address list was limited to people who'd actually voted in the last school board election, so that I wasn't pestering entirely uninterested strangers. I did pester entirely uninterested strangers, but they had to be outside in their driveway or yard already.

I had the sanctimonious pleasure of modeling democracy and activism for the kids, despite my 37 years of stalwartly not being very active and hiding from the change I want to see in the world. Kids, in this family we are opportunistic about living by our values.


Look, we're all in one spot:

Hey where's the big noisy ones go?

We're over here, attacking each other as we do nonstop:

It looks like we're hugging, but it's more like upright angry wrestling.


Yesterday I got a Facebook message from a math friend:
"Hey, Heebie, we're related! Not really, but kinda. My sister-in-law is related to Eli. Eli is your new relative, right?" It turns out the sister-in-law recognized my name when I liked something he'd posted. Then I chatted with the niece for a little bit - technically she is my second cousin's wife. We both are intrigued by the mystery and drama.

Would I have have known her if M. Aaron hadn't had a secret identity? Maybe not. It's pretty easy not to be close to your second cousins. On the other hand, we were geographically much closer to them than we were to any of our known relatives, so maybe we would have seen them more often.


Last Sunday, Hawaii got her ears pierced. She was stoic and still in the face of the pain:

...but you can see that her face was tense.  At Claire's you can ask to have two people pierce both ears simultaneously, which is amazing and wonderful.

This one was not tense:

Afterwards we were in good spirits:

Then two days later, the right earring fell out. Somewhere. I tried to put the extra pair in, but the lobe had already started growing shut. I thought dark, angry thoughts towards Claire's "supposedly the backs of the earrings lock on" Boutique.

We did find the earring, and went back today, and got it repunched. They were very gracious and free-of-charge about the whole thing:

Tense again, but wanting the earring badly.

It's hard to see, but they are little rainbow jeweled flowers. For the next six weeks.


We did put Big Kitty down on Monday.  I debated even writing that out and sharing it here, because I've been a compartmentalizing champ this past week. Except for the day itself, when I was a blubbery mess, and except for phantom Big Kitties skirting here and there in the house. Sleeping on my legs, and then I realize it's a stray pillow. That sort of thing. We've been putting away kitty-related items for good.

At 8 pm on Monday night, my phone buzzed "Subcutaneous fluids!" which I had set as a nightly reminder for Big Kitty. The saddest moment was turning off that reminder. I couldn't delete it, but I also don't want to see it nightly.

I now have zero cats, for the first time since I was 20 years old.

NOT DWELLING NOT DWELLING LALALALA. There is plenty of time for feeling sad, but right now I am keen to distract myself and think about other things.


mistersmearcase at 2015-05-04 02:33 (UTC) (Link)
Oh god, I remember the phantom cats, and throwing away the litter box and stuff. So sad. I feel like saying "get a new cat soon!" but it's probably not actually good advice. It's probably different when you've got kids to keep track of. But I think about the six months since I was 28 that I didn't have a cat and am like "what was THAT about?"

I do keep laughing about the preacher's daughter thing from the last entry.

It's too bad you couldn't choose your own catchphrase for your...hey are you suddenly Canadian with the cheques?
heebie_geebie at 2015-05-04 02:44 (UTC) (Link)
It's just checks here? That looked wrong but so did cheques and I guessed.

In some sense the cat thing will work itself out, because we're having a houseguest this fall who has a cat, which is a conveniently low amount of cat commitment but still cuddling (unless the cat sucks). I think I'd be ready to get a new cat after that. (It's E. Messily and her cat! She's going to be our exchange student for a semester.)
Kelly Jennings
Kelly Jennings at 2015-05-04 03:34 (UTC) (Link)

Losing pets

Losing pets is hard. Though we are down from 4 to 3 now so we will apparently never run out.

The earrings are adorable. Very sophisticated!
Kelly Jennings
Kelly Jennings at 2015-05-04 03:35 (UTC) (Link)

Re: No longer anonymous!

Hey, my name is back!
heebie_geebie at 2015-05-04 23:30 (UTC) (Link)

Re: Losing pets

You're back! But thank you, it is a hard thing.
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