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All About You

22 May

OOops I’ve been having too much fun. I’m out in Ann Arbor, having a lovely time (though I was crippled yesterday and slept all day). I’m having a great time with Sally’s grandkids (pictures to come) and we’re going to a mega quilt store, etc.
So, this week I will sleep late, do a little work if I can (Sally sleeps late) and we will sew together and maybe even write together and watch K-dramas and anime (we’ve already seen Howl’s Moving Castle) and OMG they have a Steak n Shake here!!! Just one visit and I’ll be happy!
We might get out to a movie too. They have a lovely place – set back, with only one neighbor in sight, and yet so close to shopping it’s dangerous (at least for me). But anyway, this is a week of indulgence for me.

What’s on your agenda?

All About You (Krissie)

16 Jan

Photo on 1-16-17 at 9.56 AM #2 Ah, me! (Which, incidentally, is what Juliet says at the beginning of the balcony scene). I’m full of quotes today. I looked at my image on Photo Booth and I looked soooooooooo old! But then the line from “Gigi” popped into my mind – “Am I getting old?” “Oh, no, not you!”
And now that song will be in my head all day.
I’m working on hauling out my office, but it’s a huge job. I need to figure out how to break it down-it gets too overwhelming. I keep grabbing boxes full of stuff and finding twenty differents places for things to go. I probably need to find ways to break it down, and yet, storing, tossing and giving away is a no brainer, but a lot of the stuff simply needs to go somewhere. Probably because my office is downstairs, I toss everything in there if I have to do a sudden cleaning (it’s always wrapping and present center during Christmas). I need to figure out how many receptacles I need and where to find ’em. I have one for giveaways, one for “to-file”, one for memorabilia (my mother’s writing, etc), trash, of course, one for office supplies …
Okay, bird by bird. I managed to write three days last week – I’m hoping for five this week but four will do. Things are always pulling at me. I’ve decided I can’t start swimming again – it’s too expensive and takes too long (25 miles away). (However, I’m seeing more surgeon tomorrow since it’s been a year since my shoulder replacement and it might be a good idea for the shoulder, in which case I’ll figure it out). So it’s gonna be writing in the morning, working on the house in the afternoon and sewing when I get the chance.

My pal Mort (Maggie Shayne) has a system where she breaks her days into segments – I think they’re two-hour ones. She puts them in spiritual terms, but I’m just trying to be as simple as possible. If I could implement that it would be perfect – one segment for writing every day (always with the option for keeping going), one segment for the house, one segment for fun. I’ve got to put some thought into it – how much downtime in between, etc. I’ll work on this and let you know how it goes.

Tomorrow the rest of the pets! I found a cat video on Amazon (as in, video for cats, with squirrels and birds) and our babies when crazy. Thunderpaws kept looking behind the flat screen, trying to find the squirrel, Lulubelle sat on the rug, transfixed. It was a hoot!

What’s on your agenda? (And no, I’m not getting old, right? Older, sure. I like that. I just wish it could go both ways).

Furry Family #2

11 Jan

SONY DSC First off, we’ve got Sylvester, the Cat, who lives with Betty from Maine. We had a Sylvester and Tweety – two factory kittens Richie brought home (he’d also taken the mom to the vet to be neutered so she wouldn’t keep having kittens). Then my Sylvester walked through an oil pan that Richie had used to change the oil in the car, and then left oil paw prints on an antique bedspread (the cat, not Richie). Henceforth he was Oiler.
FullSizeRender copy Then we have Cindy, who clearly loves dogs. The first photo is Bill, a wild soul they found covered in ticks who likes to cuddle (sans ticks, I assume) and the granny dog Ruby, who just crossed the Rainbow Bridge at age 18 and is still deeply missed. FullSizeRender copy 2 Then there’s Penny, a wanderer who preferred Cindy’s family to her original one, and last but not least IMG_1582 copyhere’s Jack, a rescue from 2004. Cindy’s a Good Woman.

More tomorrow – gotta write. Oh, and Mini-me is snowed in at the ski area she works for in South Lake Tahoe with no power, waiting for the roads to be cleared. It’s been an adventure for her. She has no critters because her husband’s allergic, but when they lived in England (in Kent) a neighbor kitty would drop by quite often, one with black mark under his nose whom they called Hitler. He was a very friendly cat, though, and not out to annex any nations, so it was okay.

Furry Family

10 Jan

FullSizeRenderRichie and I spent the week going “awww” over all the photos that turned up in my inbox. We were talking last night, in bed, with the two kitties between us, about how much they’ve helped our lives since we got Tim’s diagnosis. Richie’s no longer as deeply depressed and hopeless, and I’m realizing that while I was broken and shattered and terrified I am not, in fact, depressed, miracle of miracles. Animals are a lifesaver.

So here goes. First up, we have Sorscha, a three year old who showed up as a kitten at Janis’s doorstep and claimed her. The funny thing is she’ll sleep on Janis’s bed but won’t let her pick her up or approach her. Cats can be like that – royalty, and you’re only allowed to approach on their terms.

IMG_2755Then we have Holly, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel/poodle cross (I really should have a CKCS – I’m a Stuart after all, and a born sucker for spaniels of all kinds, but they have tricky hearts and can die really really young – I think the poodle blood is a good infusion.    She’s Jill’s grand-dog.

IMG_0559Next comes Elemauzer (great name – sounds like Eliot, though I’m not that familiar with Cats). She’s Diane’s velcro-kitty – you know, the kind that plants itself on your lap anytime you sit and follows you into the bathroom.

Well, rats, I just accidentally deleted stuff. Anyway, we’re going to break this down into several days. For today, the last bunch belong to Office Wench, clearly a woman who knows her priorities since she has four critters. First, there’s Pumpkin by the canning supplies (looks like my house though I use my mason jars for other things). The two dogs are rescue – Jasmine has only been in her forever home since 2015, and she loves to sit on Tall Boy’s lap (I love how big dogs think they’re lap dogs). Charlie, the German-shepherd-y dog is a lot older and appointed himself Jasmine’s protector when she came home.


And then there’s Toodles, stately and bossy, the queen of the roost, I’m guessing.


More in a couple of days (this is more time-consuming than I realized but so much fun).

Kitties! (Krissie)

4 Jan

Well, I took my photo first but I look like holy hell – bedraggled and one eye is red for some reason, so you get spared a look at my lovely visage.  But I put Dropbox on my iPhone so I could easily move pictures, and here they are.

File Jan 02, 10 15 31 PM First, there’s Thunderpaws, aka Zeke, aka Meat. He and his half sister Olivia lived with an older woman who went into assisted living but wanted the kitties to be adopted together. However when he got to the shelter he was utterly miserable and took it out on Olivia, so they separated them. Then he went to live at the vet’s for a while as a vet kitty, but he attacked another male cat there so he was sent back to the shelter in disgrace. I’d originally planned to take Olivia and a younger cat, but they really wanted me to try taking him with Olivia, so we did, and he’s such a love. He’s an absolute horse-kitty – huge and strong and powerful, but to my great amusement Olivia’s the one who bats at him. They also play together, romping around the house and bunching up the rugs, he sleeps between Richie and me and during the night I reach out and stroke him, just because. (The cat, not Richie, you filthy-minded creatures!). He likes to sit next to us and lean against us while he snoozes.  Plus, he snores very softly.

And damn it, no matter what I do I’m not able to upload a photo of Olivia, who is a feisty little sweetheart. I guess I’ll simply save her for another day. Wanna share your pets? I wish there was a way you guys could upload pictures. Oh, yes, I think if you just send ’em to me I can upload them. Wanna try? In the new year we have to embrace what brings us joy instead of cowering in fear.

Send animal photos and names, etc. to and just put Pets in the subject. And we’ll have a show and tell. And I’ll start with Jenny (I already have lots of pictures of Milton, Veronica and Rosie, and Crusie just got her first eye scraped (or whatever it is they do for cataract surgery) so she’s not seeing so well.

Send pictures!


I went back to look and it seems as if I already told you all the deets about Thunderpaws (whose name must be sung in a stirring tone) and Olivia (still looking for a better name).  Oh, well, they’re so adorable they’re worth hearing about twice.

Fun times (and oh my God) (Krissie)

17 Jun

I’m down with Crusie.  Well, politically and all, but I’m also physically down at Squalor on the Lake, surrounded by puppies and we’re having a lovely time.  The definition of true friendship is when you can come to someone’s house and just nap.  We’ve been going out for healthy food, staying up late and watching tv – we’ve been through two seasons of Galavant and I love it to pieces.  We don’t really do anything – we just talk.  About politics, writing, sex (TMI but we were both in our chairs trying to do Kegels to see if we could figure out how much we were squeezing in order to use it in a love scene).

The dogs are great – Milton has to sit with me and cuddle, and I play a lot of Canasta online (it’s my current obsession).  Just got my revisions back and my editor verified that I had, indeed, done a brilliant job.

But … I took my photo because I tend to throw them in.  I was going around thinking I don’t look my age and feeling relatively chipper, but my chair at Jenny’s (a funky old La-z-boy) is by the window, and the sunlight is … argh!  Remind me to always be in candlelight from now on.  Except that Richie is blinded by love and thinks I look like a cross between Ingrid Bergman in Notorious and Kathleen Turner in Romancing the Stone.  True love is really wonderful.

Photo on 6-17-16 at 5.16 PM
How could this have happened? Look at my lovely skin! I think I need to start using face cream, not just after I take a shower. I was worried about putting on make up to look ancient for the play — I don’t think I need to. If I do I just need to follow the lines and make them deeper.
And I’ve never smoked. I hate to think how craggy and wrinkly I’d be if I smoked.
Ah, well. I’m still delightful. I just think I’d better stock up on Regenerist.

And if you don’t think the photo is that hag-like, enlarge it.  OMG, the humanity!

Christmas Wednesday (krissie)

18 Nov

Photo on 11-18-15 at 10.06 AM #2 Actually I should call it Holiday Wednesday, since we’re looking forward (so to speak) to Thanksgiving, and lots of people celebrate Hannukah (God, I can’t ever spell that word) and Solstice and Kwanzaa (I can spell that one) and Harvest and anything damned thing we want. But for me it’s always been Christmas — my mother used to call me her Christmas girl when I was young and she wasn’t raging. Don’t know why I love it so much, since my mother would scream and my father would drink, but I always have and I always will.
But I digress.
Of Tim’s three visits to DC this was the best, which tells you something. We drove straight down in 15 hours, getting lost in DC at rush hour, had dinner with the kids and a Tim rage after they left, a rough night’s sleep, a good day with the kids at Erin’s apartment with intermittent anger (remind me to tell you about my friend Sally) and a rage-filled night (each night about 6 hours sleep) and then a rough Sunday at the hotel, and we took off after the kids left and drove straight home through the night, arriving at 6 am. I couldn’t sleep in the car — Tim talked, though we had a good time during the drives. I got home and went to bed. Spent most of Monday in bed. Slept till noon on Tuesday, talked to Tim before he went to his therapist, then got ready to go to my therapist and couldn’t stop crying. So Richie took me and came in with me. And the prescription is to take it easy for a couple of days, don’t try to fix everything that needs to be fixed before he can go. So that’s what I’m doing.
Anyway. Looks like Tim will be here for Thanksgiving. I thought I’d hire someone to come in and clean after he left (makes no sense to do so before hand) and that will help my mental outlook. And of course I missed my Al-anon meeting. But I did keep saying, “I didn’t cause it, I can’t control it, and I can’t cure it” over and over again (mentally) while in DC. Which helped.
So I never decorated for autumn. Couldn’t find two of my three autumn quilts, never put out the runners or the fake foliage or the pumpkins or anything, but that’s okay.
And I’m reasonable about Christmas. If things are getting too tight and anxious I let go. Sometimes I get the Christmas dishes out, sometimes I don’t. Sometimes I get sewing projects done, sometimes I don’t. It’s not worth the anxiety.
There’s a saying — happiness is lowered expectations. I’m not a perfectionist, thank God, and I’m good at letting go of things. Maybe that comes from the chaotic Christmases of my childhood. I learned to take the joy (the carols, the tree, etc) and let go of the bad stuff.
So today Im taking it easy (though they have to look at my forehead again — it’s been a bit recalcitrant with healing). And I’ve gone on a YA binge, with books with no sex. I just don’t feel like hot and bothered books right now, though in general I like them a lot. I just need to take care of myself.
I’ll go food shopping later this week for Thursday. I’ll help Tim with arrangements again tomorrow =- there’s a long list of things to do.
And I’ll greet the holiday season with joy, damn it. As my gift to myself.