Missing Normal?

                                                                                    Myrtle Beach SC 

"Normally" I'm spending the last week of September/first week of October on vacation. I choose this time because nobody else is on vacation then, and what makes a vacation ideal to me is having as little human interaction as possible. This year nothing else is normal, so I'll spend my week off at home, dreaming of next year's trip to the beach and finding ways to occupy myself that don't require 8 hour days in front of a computer. I suppose I can alphabetize my socks, or make felted gifts from the prodigious follicular output of Fox the Cat this summer. 

It doesn't escape my notice that I'm one of the fortunate ones who still has a job, paid vacation, employer-subsidized healthcare. But seeing how others less fortunate are now jobless and insurance-less only offers further proof of how effed-up our eco-political system is. 

And millions of citizens who aren't aware of how most of the rest of the civilized world operates think this is "normal." It's not. 

Monday Meh, Now We Are Ruthless Edition

 

Funky Friday, (almost) Harvest Moon Edition

Does anybody blog - or read blogs - anymore? 

The approaching Autumnal Equinox has me waxing nostalgic (that's the only waxing that gets done around here), and with all that the year has visited on us, I'm happiest not thinking about the here and now. 

I feel like holding my breath until November, but since that's not a realistic coping mechanism, I wonder if I can write my way through the coming weeks. 

We'll see. 

Cat Tales

Fox and Teacup in a rare moment of solidarity.

  I was going to wait to get a pet until after the house sells. But early last December, the local feline rescue posted Fox's picture (he's the one on the left), which clearly conveyed that this 9 year old gentleman needed a more comfortable retirement home. So off I went to meet him, and it was love at first sight, and I brought him home. A week later when I found out he was diabetic, we had already bonded, so I pledged to give him insulin twice a day and to do my best to keep him out of Teacup's high-carb kibble. At a follow up vet visit, his blood glucose # had improved and it was suggested I put him on a low-carb canned food diet, so he snarfs down 4 cans of Fancy Feast a day. He's a big boy - maybe part Maine Coon? - and he gets plenty of exercise running after and from Teacup, so this old cat is not slowing down!

After a week or so on Fancy Feast, Mr. Fox's pancreas decided to start working, and it's been 10 weeks since he's needed any insulin! I'm thinking that I need to switch my own diet to Fancy Feast a couple months before I'm due for my next bloodwork, so that my doc will stop trying to get me to take drugs.

I hope you are eating well and staying active while we're stuck on our couches, waiting for whatever the year will bring. And consider adopting a homeless critter -- they're good company, probably better than most humans.