Saturday, August 11, 2007

I survived

I made it through the craft show A and I do this time of year without too many problems. Well, beyond A being out of town for family stuff so I talked a friend from work, P, into helping me. It was fun and we did pretty well sales wise. The only downside is that I got a sunburn. It is not the worst sunburn I've had, but it is ugly and hurts a bit in places. Thankfully I was wearing a tank top with wide straps so I don't have to deal with a bra strap going over the burn, the only thing I will have to deal with potentially is tags rubbing on the back of my neck.

So, I'm sitting here sunburned, eating ice cream and watching Dirty Jobs because they are at a tannery. It's been pretty fascinating, especially when they were figuring out the square footage of the hides. I can't even begin to describe the machine they used but it was amazingly cool.

Friday, August 10, 2007

Eating like a bird

I'm bird sitting again and as always it's been fun. I made new toys for their cages which have been a huge hit, the wicker balls are already gone and some of the wood pieces are too. The cats have even been pretty well behaved, they have been hanging around in the area where the cages are but I haven't caught anyone on top of the cages or pawing at the sides.

The evening ritual for cleaning out the cages before they go to bed has made me think about that old saying about eating like a bird. The biggest thing is that it has changed it's meaning for me. Now it makes me think of someone who eats a reasonable amount, but they throw food all over the place and poo in their food dish, which means I'll probably never be able to keep a straight face the next time someone says it.

Monday, August 06, 2007

F*** cancer

I had a vague plan about doing what I hoped would be a sorta funny post about what has been going on in my life in the last month, but that got completely blown away this weekend. I found out that one of the other members of one of the message boards that I am on is in the last stages of his fight with cancer.

Now, to be honest I had wondered if he was reaching that stage based on one of the last posts he had made, but since there was no confirmation of that at the time I felt comfortable stuffing that thought into an unused back corner of my mind and ignoring it. I can't ignore it anymore, so I've been a mess for the last few days at least in the privacy of home. I'm sad, I'm upset, but above all I am really really mad. This is someone who has fought this with a huge amount of grace and humor (he named the first tumor Fluffy for god's sake) and I am furious that this is happening to him. I'm not the type of person to try to make deals with the gods or feels that everything should be fair, but this is so wrong and there is nothing I can do about it which makes me even madder.

Cancer is something that is familiar to me, my mother's family has a pretty high incidence of it, and I've disliked it for a long time, but in the past years that hatred has gotten stronger and stronger as it steals those who are dear to me. I wish that hate alone would get rid of cancer, I wish it would stop the relentless march, I wish. . .