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[08 Apr 2008|01:51pm] |
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It's been a while. And though it's nice to read his posts, ![[info]](https://www.scribbld.com/img/userinfo.gif) jimmy is the only one on my flist who has writen anything too. So, if I'm to find a few more folks to add, I think I should show willing and post. Occasionally at least!
Update time then. My husband (known as Himself) is working near Newcastle now. He's been there a few weeks and as the company he's at are a bunch of numptys, he's looking for a new contract. My daughter (L) has moved out for a few months and is now working on Anglesey for the RSPB. I'm just the same as always.
Our family is minus one though, as our dear old cat, Snookie, died last thursday. He'd been deteriorating for over a year as he had feline aids. For a while, our vet thought he just had problems with his mouth, with tumours. But when he died, the vet realised that he had kidney failiure as well. As soon as John said that Snookie had aids, I knew he wouldn't have long left, but we hoped he'd have longer than he did. We miss him terribly. He's buried in the garden by the greenhouse, next to Bruce, who was a friend of his. It seems odd, to only have four cats. For a gentle old cushion of a cat, he has left a big hole in the family.
And spring is here, only just! We've had some snow and last night, hailstones. But the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the flowers are springing up all over the place. About time too.
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[08 Apr 2008|11:33pm] |
Listening to Runrig's "In Search of Angels" at the moment. I love that album, it's almost better than "Proterra". Yesterday, I listened to the four Alan Parsons Project albums that I bought on saturday. Now that was nice. I went into Andy's Records in Aber with Himself and the old bloke (Himself, not Andy, though yes, he's the same age as we are) didn't even flinch when I spotted four albums I wanted to buy. The APP are reissuing their back catalogue with extra tracks.
I took Salem out of the cage for a cutch on my lap for a couple of hours this afternoon. So I had to sit and watch the last halfhour of a Perry Mason episode, the Channel 5 news, Neighbours and the Simpsons. I didn't mind! Salem was dreaming, his legs kept twitching. I think he was dreaming that his leg wasn't broken and all pinned together and he was climbing that dratted tree again. Well he can just confine himself to climbing trees in his dreams. I don't want to go through that again.
I took the bandage off his leg that Himself had put on. Salem keeps licking the bit of his leg where the pin is sticking out, and he's managed to rub the skin off. The vet said we should put a collar on him if he does that. But there isn't much room in the cage for Salem and a cage. And I don't want to do that to the little fella. So I put some ointment on him (pet kind, I don't use the kind that people use) and then a bit of crepe bandage to cover it. It seems to be working.
I chatted to L on the 'phone and it's nice to hear her sounding better. She was so low over the weekend, with Snookie having just died and I was worried. It was like school all over again. When she was young, our old cat Puddy died and L didn't tell anyone; not her friends, not the teachers. But one teacher knew that something was wrong and asked me about it. L tends to keep everything inside her; she's like her Dad like that. Neither of them are comfortable talking about Snooks. Whereas I like to talk about the recently departed as if they were still around. Because to me, they are. Whether it's Himself's Gran, who I loved, or a cat, I talk about them. I keep them there, right in front of me. But Himself and L prefer to bury them. *sigh* Sometimes it's hard being around those two, they are so alike.
Well, all for now. It's getting late and I'm tired.
nos da
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