June 27th, 2002


Thank You So Much!!!

This picture is about six months old. That's Twinkle with his best friend and litter-mate Sparkle. Sparkle is the father of all of those little people that they are lounging with. When the Moms would take a break, (there were two Mom's, it was one of those polyamorous cat situations), the boys would step in and keep them warm. Isn't that sweet? Sparkle and Twinkle are Oriental Short Hairs, which really just means ultra Siamese in different colors. They're smart and funny, high strung and delicate, and we love them.

I can't thank you enough for your love and kindness in thinking good thoughts for my dear friend Twinkle. I truly believe that together we worked some kind of amazing miracle. He was as sick looking as my friend Rudy2 who had died before him. He was thin, extremely thin, listless, severely dehydrated, and his eyes were half closed. It happened really quickly just like with my other kitties and I thought it was so cruel that God or the Goddess or the Universe or Mother Earth or whatever force governs it all would take one of my dearest from me. Of all the cats that had to catch this horrible virus why did it have to be Twinkle?

Then when I got to the hospital they said he looked pretty bad and wanted to keep him overnight, then they ran some tests and said they couldn't find anything wrong with him, then they gave him lots of IV fluids and got him to eat and told me that they thought he was just not eating because he had a cold and couldn't smell the food. What??? I'm still not totally certain that this is what's going on. Things have been so iffy, delicate, and scary with my animals lately so I can hardly take a nice big breath and feel totally at ease but for now I'm incredibly grateful and I'm just writing it off to his having some kind of upper respiratory virus that we have to monitor carefully, give him lots of food, antibiotics twice a day, keep him calm, as calm as you can possibly keep a high strung inbred ultra-Siamesey monkey cat like him, and make sure he's getting plenty of water. So far it's been working and I have all of you to thank.

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Pregnancy Test

Remember that period that I was looking for? Well, it's still missing. In fact it's been missing for a good while now. Scott's on his way over with an EPT test. I'm feeling super nervous and jittery.

If I were pregnant, my number one concern, beyond anything else, would be the health of the baby, considering there is a goodly ammount of pot smoking and prescibed medication taking between the two of us. Beyond that there's the fact that I am fatter than I have ever been, there's my age and the fact that my blood pressure is a little bit elevated to begin with. Then we come to the fact that we don't live together, we'd have to sell this house and get a bigger one, and neither one of us is ready for this right now, at least we don't think we are and haven't been planning for it.

On the other hand sometimes the greatest miracles happen when you are least prepared for them. Although I'm thinking I'm not pregnant and that this is just some hormonal weirdness because I went off the pill. It's just that I really messed up on my birth control about a month and a half ago and things have been pretty sketchy ever since. I won't ask you guys to pray for us either way because in this case I feel certain that whatever is meant to happen will. I'm just a little bit nervous.

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I'm not pregnant, at least according to this pee test I'm not. Phew, relief, and sigh, sad. Poor women and poor men, to have to go through this.

God, I was so worried my legs were shaking, and of course I peed all over the bathroom floor, lovely. Oh well, I needed to throw those magazines away anyway. Then while I'm standing there akwardly attempting to do this, Beau comes pounding on the bathroom door, "Mom!!! God, why did you say Steven S. could come over tommorrow without asking me? I want Steven F. to come over. You didn't even ask me. It's not fair. Mom??? Mom!!!!!"

I had to do it twice because you're supposed to pee over this absorbent part of the test strip for at least five seconds. I don't know about you but it's pretty hard to figure out how to stand over a toilet while peeing and looking down to be sure you're hitting the mark. It took my calmer partner to suggest peeing in a cup and dipping it in there, and sure enough the test said I could, sheesh.

I have to say how wonderful and loving Scott was about all of this. It just made me love him more, if that's even possible. He was so helpful, warm, calm, and kind. I looked at his tender face and felt so much love for him.

And Mirna, our brand new housekeeper/helper gal, I don't even remember if I showed you her picture or not, quit after just four days. This is the woman who sweetly called, over and over, begging us to hire her and reassuring us that she wouldn't disappoint us.

I think it's all for the best, but this is my usual attitude towards most things. I feel a little sad and confused though, but I'll adapt. I liked her. I hope she finds the perfect job and everything works out for her and for her children. Meanwhile I'm out four days salary at eighty dollars a day times three because I had Esther and Saida here showing her the ropes.

It's actually a little bit less than that because Saida only worked two days. Oh, and there's much to say about Saida's son Freddy, the lies and the stealing, but I won't bore you with it just now. I'm just so relieved he's gone and I won't have to deal with him every day anymore. God only knows what kind of man he will grow up to be. Saida won't hear a word against him. I don't know how she can be so blind to all of his stealing and the lies. I'm sure I have my opwn blind spots when it comes to Beau though so how can I blame her. I just feel sad for them and disappointed.

Saida needed me to write a letter of recommendation for her and of course I did, but I won't lie, so I just had to fluff up the bits about her that were positive. There was a naughty devilish part of me that wanted to write - Don't hire this woman, she will bring her sneaky, deceitful, petty thieving son over and he will gobble up every little bit of food you buy. Beware backstabbing, churlishness, snobbery, prudishness and extreme ingratitude. Danger! Danger! Do not hire! Whoop! Whoop! Whoop!

I'm feeling pretty happy and grateful right now, a little or wel,l a lot concerned about my weight, and my health, and the messy house, especially Beau's room and the garage, but we'll tackle all of this somehow.
Thanks for caring enough to read this.

Love you guys,