Sei is not the brightest light in catdom…so he’d have you think. Shu is. And you should be afraid…be terribly afraid.
The morning and nightly routine involves the payoff: kitty treats. PM, I call Sei, who always ‘loses it’ [oh, look, a butterfly!] when trying to pass the hall door and Feliway dispenser, to get to my room. Shu will have had no trouble. Jane will have to call him, so I can get Sei to my room to shut the door and distribute dry food and kitty treats.
If I open the door during the night, Shu will hear it and come thumping down the hall at high speed trying to get in because he knows Sei will have saved some kibble for breakfast. He never makes it in, but he tries.
AM, Sei has his breakfast before I open the door. I open the door and Shu is lurking to run in and find any forgotten kibble. I get my coffee, and Shu and Sei OUGHT to show up for a measured 3 treats each. On many mornings, Sei has forgotten he is supposed to come back, so only Shu shows up. I do not exceed 3 treats. Jane gives him 3 treats out in the living room, where she has her work station. Give him credit: he will, at Jane’s call, return to the living room to have his treats, when in his kitty brain there IS a sure thing going on in the bedroom. In coming when called, Shu is our shining star. Sei just stands and looks at you as if to say, ‘Well? I’m here. I can see you. You can see me.’
If Sei comes in later looking for the 3 treats—if I so much as speak to him or (shudder) pop open the kibble can, as softly as a mouse in a pile of leaves—here comes Shu wanting another 3 treats. I will at most give him 1. But it’s the victory he’s after. Any day on which he ‘wins’ more treats is a good day, in his book.
Sei [oh, look, a butterfly!] is the one born with thumbs. I have not figured out whether they are doubleteaming us, or what. Possibly Sei is just easily confused and Shu runs things…but whatever it is, we definitely are being had.
And the pond is really, really frozen. Yesterday our two scoundrel fish-raiding cats (because of whom we have had to net the pond) were out there near the pond heater hole in the ice, and the ice was cracking under them—I watched them the entire time, really not wanting to have to run out there and rescue an ungrateful and very wet and cold cat who’d be tangled in our pond netting, but they managed not to fall in.
We have left the side garage door open because we have problems with a winter mouse infestation out there that has cost us a lot of work and nastiness, but I think as temperatures head for the single digits Wednesday, we should close that door to protect stuff in the garage, not to mention the cars.
Still a few lingering effects of the crud.
And I got half the copyediting checked last night while watching telly.
There is one copyediting tendency that drives me bananas. Say you create a name. Now, the first creation may be unstable. Second or third time you write it, you figure how it should REALLY be spelled, and you use it that way 300 times during a book. The copyeditor will, very reliably, take the first spelling and ‘correct’ all 299 correct forms into the initial ‘wrong’ form, so you have to, patiently, change them all back. Why didn’t YOU correct the first form? Because you couldn’t find the damn thing. There’s one instance that was earlier than you thought.
The copyeditor decided to use Shishoji instead of the proper form, Shishogi. God only knows what form the c/e used in the prior book, because there were so many other copyeditor-produced errors that that one could have gotten past me. I don’t give a damn (Lord, my language goes downhill when I’m doing c/e correction) what was in the prior book: the name is Shishogi, with a hard -g-. and accent on the second syllable. Aarrgh!
I also capitalize Earth as the name of the planet, with ‘earth’ in the normal other or proverbial uses, and the c/e ‘corrected’ all of those. And the East (capital) is Ilisidi’s province. The cardinal directions are not capitalized. The c/e ‘fixed’ all of those.
I tell them time and time and time again. I create style sheets for them. I add notes to the c/e on the title page. I advise them not to tamper with things in quotes because we are dealing with people who do not speak perfectly. I advise them stet all forms of earth or Earth and trust me. Does this make a difference? Only sometimes. By the time I get through fixing all this, the word STET has become STET PASSIM and then STET, DAMMIT! and sometimes one form beyond that, and my blood pressure is through the roof.
But as c/e goes, this is a good job and it is going fast.
As in 7 and 8.
Coldest it’s been in 3-4 years.
Jane’s out tending to some shopping and getting a strand of lights to replace the dead one for the ‘woodland tree’, a little tree we hang all our wild-animal motif things on: it has frosted little round lights and one strand has bit the dust. It’s about 15 years old, so we can’t complain. Strange to think that everything we brought from Oklahoma is now at least 13 years old and probably older.
I’m finally able to get back to work. And we do finally have all the winterizing done except that Jane needs to wrap that new little mimosa she planted, with this freeze coming.
We got snow last night. The pond, already frozen hard and deep by a week of 20 degree weather, is white, and dark below, and we hope the fishes are well asleep.
Jane bravely got out yesterday, got the last of the juniper to the compost can, and the trash and recycling out, got the snow-blower positioned…I swear to you, if you have to buy one of these things, the little electric Toro snowthrower is perfectly adequate to clear a driveway and a walk even in a winter where the snow piles up to 5 feet total…Beyond that, you probably need more, but this little workhorse starts at a button push, handles pretty heavy snow, even that thrown by the city snowplow and beginning to set up; and throws it far enough to clear a driveway.
And I can say, finally, after a measurable 20 days of this nasty flu-stuff, I think I am really, truly on the way out of it. I’m feeling better and have a clear head. The ability to think is an improvement. I’ve lost nearly the whole month of work to this stuff.
It’s Black Friday (for those outside the US, that’s the orgiastic shopping sale day) and the streets are nearly deserted. We went out and took a look, and had less trouble than usual getting through the checkout lines, since the stores had massive extra help.
We did get a new tree this year, because our 5-year-old artificial is bound to come out with a little mold, and we greatly fear it would trigger allergies, and we’re fragile. Jane happened to spot one she loved, (it was at [shudder] Walmart, but it was the only one she’s liked in 5 years) and we nabbed the last one.
Mel’s (an institution in Spokane from way back) has mutated. Snowmageddon collapsed its roof several years ago, and it’s never really come back—it’s mutated into a clothing and gift store up near Mead, WA, and it’s not what it was. All the plant nursery is gone. It’s just spendy Stuff that isn’t that great, alas.
Freddy Myers had nothing: we’ve not liked the store since they closed ours and sent us to this branch, which is a lot of walking through repetitous aisles after stuff that used to be more convenient at the old store.
So…we nabbed our tree at a 30% discount and came home.
Now the snow is coming down in earnest, and Black Friday is turning white.
Did you know—that the coincidence of Hanukkah falling on Thanksgiving is once in 70,000 years?
And it looks as if Ison could have been hit by a solar flare, if you can believe it. The comet was 3 miles wide when it headed near the Sun at 91000 MPH, and now it looks as if indeed some remnant is exiting on its former track, whether as one piece or more than one.
Because we can. It’s one of the bennies of being grownups. We not only had dessert for lunch, we had it twice, and may have it again after Thanksgiving dinner. We had pecan pie and (go figure) low carb ice cream. (well, it limits the damage!) —and will have it as often as we like today and tomorrow (Leftover Day!) And we will have spaghetti/chili for supper. And dessert again. It’s a large pie. Then we will watch grown people throw pumpkins in mediaeval war machines.
We are still sniffly, but we are parked in front of the tv violating our diet.
We hope you all are having a great Thanksgiving!
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At least I’m down to the nasal nastiness stage, and am due for a sore nose before this is done, I think. Jane is having a little flare-up with her tooth in the middle of it all, and she’s got a call in to her doc.
But I show signs of having a brain. I caught myself thinking yesterday. That was welcome. Even if I did put the razor side of the magfloat aquarium cleaner on the outside…
Now I’m chilling—every afternoon. At least it’s consistent. Jeans, heavy teeshirt, floor length velour robe, socks, and three blankets, and a feather quilt, and that is enough to finally get me warmed up again. The crud is now a sore throat, I think because my ears are involved; and my eyes are scratchy. Really, really avoid this stuff if you can.
EVERYBODY’s got da bug…
A real fast easy TexMex dinner for 2 that’s legal on our diet…
You need: a small jar 1 and 1/2 inch—diced canned green chiles
sharp cheddar grated
Ortega taco spice
diced chicken bits: I use Foster Farms: Tyson would do. Dice these with kitchen shears.
Small flour tortilla (we use the high fiber ones)
In skillet with 1 tbs olive oil: heat the diced chilis over 7 heat on a 1-10 scale until almost all moisture has gone. Add diced chicken. Add about a tsp taco spice. Keep cooking until you’re seeing no moisture. Add a heaping tbs or so of jalapenos. Stir.
Lay out a tortilla. About 1/3 of the way from an edge lay down a fistful of cheese. Lay atop it the chicken chili mix; atop that, more cheese. Roll tightly and lay with the fold-end down in a microwave-safe dish. Microwave until cheese is well melted. Garnish with heaping tbs sour cream and dash of paprika.
You can start this and gather and prep your other supplies while the hot part of this dish is cooking. It comes down to a one-dish cookup followed by a quick assembly. You could do these for a party of 20 without overmuch stress, or cook two, save one for lunch. Moderate the heat to suit. Embasa brand jalapenos are about the mildest. And green chilis have a mild flavor: don’t be afraid of them: you could hardly even call it heat.
You could do this with pork or beef, too. Or do it as plain chili-cheese with tomato, say. One thing to watch is letting it get soppy from cooking. If you end up in a dish with too much water, don’t be shy about blotting the sucker with a paper towel so you don’t have a problem. This can also safely remove an excess of cooking oil, etc.
Tonight, however, neither Jane nor I wanted anything too heavy, so we called out for pizza. One effect of this crud is a towering desire for thin-crust pizza.