Sunday, August 28, 2011
Step one: Cork board with batting hot glued on for padding. Attach chosen material with hot glue.
Step two: Add crisscrossed ribbon.
Step three: Stitch crosspoints to create quilted effect. Add tiny ribbon accents.
Step four: Show off.
Time spent: 90 minutes.
Cost: $22 for materials (you could do it for far less if you buy a cork board on sale and have remnants/batting already laying about)
Saturday, August 27, 2011
This has been one heck of a week, for Mother Nature and so, so many other reasons.
But only good stuff goes on blogs, right?
On the 18th Jonathon turned 10. You read that right. Ten. TEN! He's as infuriating and irritating as he was at 9, just as he's as brilliant and charming, and did I mention brilliant? He gives a great foot massage for only a quarter, has an imagination that won't quit, and still prefers to run around in his underwear. Sometimes he graces us with a robe. An amazing kid, out of amazing kids. Hugs are wild and rampant, one of my favorite things about him though his constant fidgeting is, dare I say it, a nuisance. One day he'll grow out of it, but I hope not. His constant physical activity is also a sign of his constant brain activity and that I never want to see disappear.
Nicholas had his Middle School Welcome Week at Saunders. He is now raring to go with his Navigator team behind him, math review complete, P.E. uniforms purchased, and straight As in his sight. I think he grew a couple months in those four days and the halls aren't so scary anymore. Football might "toughen" him but he's still my boy, and not too big to hold my hand.
Katherine finished up marching band camp and had her first performance at the first varsity football game on Friday night. It went well, they're doing a 70s theme show and after 8 days at camp have a full song with music and steps.
Rebecca spent a full day with a friend at Kings Dominion. A day of non-stop roller coasters. Good for her. I was plenty glad not to be part of that.
Enjoy your rainy weekend. We are loading up on BSG and Dr. Who, Lego Indiana Jones, and snacks. Lots of snacks. We're on the edge of the storm, a little gust here, a little gust there, plenty of rain for our parched ground but nothing more than that. Lucky again. Not a crack from the earthquake, not a drip from the hurricane.
I'll take it.
Friday, August 26, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
I did a quick search for such a thing and came up relatively empty handed on facts and overloaded with anecdotes. The AOCD claims "swimmer's itch" is a result of a larval parasite that usually infects ducks. Or possibly, the larval form of the thimble jellyfish, sea anemone or Portuguese Man-of-War. Or just about anything else. Other sites claim it's a reaction to the sulfates in the water. Or hydras. Or seaweed.
Both my boys get bad rashes from something in ocean water. It seems coupled with a rubbing issue though with Nicholas it's skin-on-skin contact on his thighs and with Jonathon it's skin-on-suit contact near his knees. There's a large swath of red skin with tiny pinprick rash marks, unlike traditional "swimmer's itch" with distinct papules.
Whatever it is, it's frustrating. Our last day of playing at the beach Jonathon managed about 15 minutes in the water before declaring he hurt too much and would just play in the sand. Nicholas pushed through the pain but was really miserable every day as soon as he got wet with salt water.
Saturday, August 20, 2011
No, not really. But Ian did inform the police today of our "lawn activity." This morning I opened the door to find a neighbor's UPS box and contents strews about the yard. I kid you not, the dog poop/trash spreader has now resorted to stealing people's mail and dumping it on our grass.
Well, a big storm rolled through yesterday, perhaps the box blew over to us and the rain ruined the cardboard spilling out its innards? No, unless it knew how to open itself along the tape line, unwrap one item from its contents, leave the other contents wrapped but spread out, and didn't leave a single bit of mail/trash/anything else on anyone else's yard between us and the owners of the box.... 8 houses, down a hill, and around a bend away.
We returned the box with apologies (it still had its full delivery label) and Ian called to make a report. The lady was happy to get her stuff. The cops were pleasant but not able to do anything.
Seriously, does Person X really have nothing better to do? We're getting hit every few days now. A beer bottle here, a trash bag of garbage there, dog poop one day and now a neighbor's clothing order. It's getting old. And I do fear what's coming next. Is OUR mail safe? Are our windows?
Monday, August 15, 2011
And it doesn't really matter which beach or where in the world. There are those who feel Beach X is the Best Beach in the World. I just feel happy with sand between my toes be it white, black or trucked in, pristine or littered with kelp and shells. Listen to the waves, no matter if it's gentle lapping or roaring crashes. Hear the birds, seagulls or sandpipers, I don't care. The beach soothes the soul.
Thursday, August 4, 2011
It probably seems like all I'm doing is writing about this cat. We do have another cat, Tandoori, but he's shy and skittish. He doesn't like the sounds that come from our bedroom/CatICU, or the ones that come from the carrier as Masala goes in and out of the house. He RUNS from those. Tandoori is fine. He likes a lap when it's available but anything new/different he just hides from. Add to that our bedroom is closed off to him and I just haven't seen him all that much.
The past few days really have been all about the sick cat. He gets meds 5 times a day, warm compresses 3 times a day and he's still not eating or drinking on his own so we feed and water him by hand 4-5 times a day. Then there's petting time. If all we did was go in and shove things into his mouth he'd be a sick and depressed cat instead of just a sick cat. So I spend a lot of time sitting in my master closet petting him.
All to say, from 6 a.m. to Midnight I spend a great deal of time managing the cat and keeping track of what I'm doing when so the vet has a record too.
After his day long visit to the vet on Tuesday we scheduled follow-ups today and Monday. Today's appointment scheduled for 11:30 was unnecessary as I brought him in at opening to be evaluated. Late last night I noticed some of the glue keeping the rear of his leg wound closed had popped open. It's due to the swelling of his leg, he can't bend his joints the way he could Monday or Tuesday. He's fighting food, probably because he still hasn't eliminated in the litter box. It's been 6 days of stoppage and the wounds and swelling are not making that any easier either.
The office called and said his leg is infected. There was bacteria still caught inside (the ER vet warned that might happen), the infection has taken over and they recommended surgery today to do what they can and put in some drainage tubes as well.
They asked for my OK to go ahead to take care of him.
Seriously? I understand, I really do. Apparently some people do say No. But I'm not one of them. We've done our best by every pet we've had. They are vaccinated, neutered and fed the best food we can afford. They are played with and tolerated when they barf on the silk rug. We foster abandoned and homeless pets when overseas and find new homes for them when it's time to move. We adopted these 2 from India and brought them all the way here and we look forward to adopting another pet when we move to Jordan. Because as I've told my kids, the animals we care for abroad have us as their only chance. We make a real difference.
And this is no exception. Has this been expensive? Yes. Is it worth it? Yes. We don't stop caring because it becomes inconvenient. Only when his life quality would be severely at risk would we consider any option other than doing our best to help him how we can... with love, good medical care and plenty of time.
This is a one-day-at-a-time thing.
And today isn't over yet.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Masala spent the day at the vet for checkups and some extra care. He had an IV, was syringe fed 40mls of food, had several hot compresses and got some additional pain meds along with an increase in dosage. Apparently all day he just gave the staff the evil eye. The vet's office is far from his favorite place and the staff are not his favorite people. The staffer I spoke with last night was in this afternoon when I picked him up and she finally "put the face to the name" because he is quite a handful at the office even when he isn't critical. Just clipping his nails tends to have staffers applying bandages to themselves afterwards.
We got him home and he walked. He limped, but he walked putting real pressure on his injured leg. He used the litter box. He ate another 5mls of food. He had another hot press and didn't complain.
And later when I was petting him during a random petting moment, he purred.
Monday, August 1, 2011
It's August 1st. As we prepare for another school year to start we shake our heads at the idea that not only do we now have a high school sophomore, this is also our last year with an elementary school kid.
"Where has the time gone?"
Please don't ask me that.
We're also approaching our last year in the U.S. for the foreseeable future. There ensues the beginning of the lasts...
Our last August, though hopefully not our last beach trip.
Our last days of 3 different schools.
Our last stateside birthdays start rolling around.
Our last Halloween.. Christmas... Easter...
We're looking forward to selling our house and being mobile again. We're looking forward to our Jordanian adventure. We're looking forward to new schools, new jobs, new home.
It's a year yet, but in this life a year goes by so fast.
Where has the time gone?