I had forgotten about these odd photos.
This challenge is fun!
Today, a picture of my cat Pericles came up on Timehop. It was from three years ago, and he was wearing a cone. I couldn’t figure out why he had a cone on, so I searched the blog. I found it was three years ago that he was at the vet for the bladder blockage that resulted in him being put to sleep. I was thinking I lost him two years ago, but my blog told me the real story.Thus, I was reminded of how useful a blog is for keeping track of your personal history. I decided it was important to post something right away. This is it.
I have a stack of documents that’s been awaiting digitization for a very long time. I think I’m finally ready to tackle it. Today is the day.
My car stereo stopped working today. It’s probably yet another blown fuse. The car is also pulling left; it must be time for an alignment.
I got a B in Digital Humanities. I wanted an A, but it really doesn’t matter in the great scheme. I am done with grad school. I feel like I can’t loudly declare that I have two masters degrees until my diploma arrives in the mail. But hey, I’ve got two masters degrees!
Here’s a weird digital snowman because this is Christmas Eve.
I’m a woman earning a Masters degree in Library Science. That technically requires me to be a cat person. I used to be solidly entrenched in the cat camp, but when I hooked up with my husband, I moved over to the dog side.
I will always love cats. I love most of the world’s mammals and marsupials. Lizards are sometimes okay. Snakes, no thank you.
The point here, is that a library lady who uses a cane when she needs some walking support for her MS symptoms might want a cane with pictures of cats on it.
I am that lady.
- I felt all tangled up today.
- It took forever for me to finally start the thing I wanted to start.
- I had trouble thinking.
- I’m still having trouble.
I had some deep thoughts on the way home from work today. Deep thoughts can lead to depressing thoughts and should probably be avoided. I think I might be depressed, slightly. My list of things to accomplish is beginning to overwhelm me. My job situation is still what it is. I am still what I am.
I was thinking of writing a short story about a woman who has regular conversations with her cat. That story has been told time and time again so I won’t attempt to re-tell it. In real life, I’m becoming a cat neglecter (that ‘s not a word). I am a bad mama cat. Most of my attention goes to Sadie (my beautiful puppy). Cammie (our spunky Chihuahua) gets a lot too. OJ, the elder cat, gets less attention than Cammie, and Pericles gets the least. Pericles’s problem is that he can’t be in the same room with Sadie. She chases him away every time he dares to show his little furry orange face.
I’ll post a picture of Pericles just to show I haven’t forgotten him. I wonder if he has a story he’d like me to tell.