Friday, June 27, 2008
Well, last Thursday was an event for sure, one I'd rather not have to repeat, but this Thursday proved to be something else entirely. At around 6:00 p.m., the sky darkened and the thunder and lightning show began, and then - the pelting pounding rain, buckets and buckets of it. And where did many of those buckets turn up? In my basement! Horrors!! All alone for this month with no help from S.O. or anyone else, the strange hole in the basement wall, which up until now only dribbled now and again, was gushing out into the large bucket and many many garden trugs were filled, and brought upstairs and poured out onto the lawn (it was still pelting and lightning by the way). OMG! At one point I couldn't keep up, and just stood there with feet in water and exclaiming various versions of unprintable language. The cats thought that I was doing some sort of new stair exercise, and seemed to hint that as long as their litter boxes were accessible, not to worry. Found out today in the local papers that many homes were flooded and lots of damage was done. But I must find out what that hole in the wall is, and why it seemed all the neighborhood's water was coming in. Today is still hot and muggy and I fear a repeat of yesterday. Thank God for garden trugs! Anyway, here is Manitou, how he probably looks right now awaiting his dinner - so off I go to feed the gang.
Check out other cuties at The Friday Ark and then Carnival of the Cats on Sunday.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Yesterday I spent all day at the hospital - a creepy injection of radioactive isotopes, followed by a scan where one has to lie motionless for about 45 minutes - and for sure, there is always something that gets itchy when you cannot scratch. At the end of the day I was so happy to be back in the garden with the greenery and cats, and of course all the blooms soon to come (only some daylilies, peonies and Sweet Williams so far). Without this, all the recent troubles would be harder to take: getting up in the morning, I feel like I am 80, and I'm not even 50 yet! Something wrong with the low sacroiliac part of the back (it came on suddenly out of the blue a few weeks ago) - excruciating turning over in bed, and rising is most painful. Damn! It's just not possible to take care of animals and garden without bending over, but I do - with pain, and with the help of Tylenol. Anyway, enough gloomy stuff - here are Timmy and Angel - I do it for them and all the others.
More of life's furry blessings at The Friday Ark and then Carnival of the Cats on Sunday.