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430 days since I last wrote.

Happy New Year!

It’s a day for stoned cat to look out the window at birds he wouldn’t know what to do with if he caught, for an adventure Papillon to woo the household with her cuddles. All are another year older, maybe wiser here on the Island of Misfits.

I’m hoping the year is a good one, I’m hoping to be more adventitious, do more photography, do more with friends, do more to see family. Do more, spend less.

Wanderlust finds a home

Something funny has happened.

I’ve found a home.

 

I’ve reached my fall/early winter wanderlust. My wanderlust peaks a few times a year and I want to escape wherever I am, move, and travel.

However, today driving back from my apartment, I felt that wanderlust come on again.

The difference this time? I wanted to come home to Portland.

 

I have a home city/area. Portland and it’s rainy, overcast skies, loud Timber’s Army, delicious foods, and wonderful beers (and ciders!).  I’m happy to travel, but this is now what I think of coming back home to when the travels are over.

 

That being said. I want to travel and explore!!! More than my trip back to California later next month. But we shall see what is to come.

 

The “C” word

Friday my world came crashing down….

Friday morning my (Nor Cal) Dad went in to have a growth removed from his vocal cords. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, his chest CT had just come back clear, so this was just going to be a scraping and he’d be totally fine, no big deal. Instead, the growth was larger than anticipated and the doctor believes it is cancer. Next week we find out for sure, and what the course we take from here.

The doctor who did the removal, did think it was cancer.

For now, we pray that they got it all, that he recovers quickly.

Wordless Wednesday: Papillon Portrait

Belle Side Portrait

Wordless Wednesday: Snowy Trees

Snow Covered Trees Along i5

Baby Socks & Benadryl

First this disclaimer:

DO NOT GIVE MEDICATIONS TO YOUR ANIMALS UNLESS PERSCRIBED BY A VET.

Once upon a time I thought it would be brilliant to move myself and my animals the 11 hours from Sacramento to Portland. Belle is the travel ready Papillon: Papillon Lookout

(Seen here in the woods on the 2011 Christmas Tree Adventure)  and had already driven 12+ hours up the length of California (Non West coasters: look at a map of the US, see that other coast? Most of that is California and takes half a day to drive up or down. It’s ridiculously big. That’s what I’m trying to express to you.) … and on our many adventures, this had never been a big deal. Sure there was some barking or whining when less than highway speeds…but it was always a fun adventure.

I say all that to tell you this:

Driving with PFCat is hell.
A loud, yowling, howling, self destructive hell.

On his trip up from Sacramento to my hometown (all of 3 hours) he ripped out claws on his beautiful polydactyl feet despite our best medication and nail trimming efforts.

So the 8+ hour drive to Portland had to be different for everyone’s mental health.


My parents took Belle up so she could happily ride in the truck away from the yowling self destructive polydactyl mess that is the cat.

The derptastic Kitteh (aka PFCat):

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After many months of jokes and smart ass remarks, I was left without many good ideas for moving him and suddenly, we were moving. So I begged the vet for kitteh drugs that would keep him more sedated since the other meds were primarily for anxiety. Come to find out, the kitteh drug reccomended was Benadryl. They gave me a marked syringe to squirt the measured amount into his mouth to help him (and me) make it through the drive.

Awesome.

Drugged kitteh, check.

Time to drive North!!

… And not even reach the city limits before drugged kitteh rips through the protective barriers I’ve put in his crate. Cue the cursing under my breath and anxious worries that this trip won’t be possible.

Then.

I vet wrapped baby socks to his front legs.

It fucking worked.

8+ blissful hours of a drugged cat occasionally crying but primarily sitting grumpily in his crate.

So, should we ever move long distances again? Baby socks, all the way.

And now you know the story, of moving Prince Floyd Cat.

(For the record, he had no ill effects from the Benadryl OR the baby socks. I was careful not to cut off his circulation and monitored him the whole trip up for signs of increasing stress. )

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Once Upon a Time….

Once upon a time….

I was going to write to tell you that once upon a time is bullshit and these things only end in tears, heart break, and cold harsh reality.

Once upon a time…

I was romantic without thought of the dark. It was a cotton candy fantasy where there were only a few bad days sprinkled evenly throughout the years.

Once upon a time…

I live in a fairy tale town. It’s not the fluffy fairy tale people tell their children. It’s not the harsh, cold, unloving reality land either.

Why is it a fairy tale? I live in a city of adventure. I have a dream job at age 24 with more opportunities for my future than I could ever imagine. And I have some of my dearest friends here.

Don’t think me naive.

I’m cold. I’m tired. Sometimes I cry a little from being so overwhelmed. My cooking fails sometimes, and sometimes I miss my train.

But at the end of the day Belle is there to greet me with ALL THE LOVE (and PF Cat is there to demand dinner and then pets).

I used to worry that my hope, my imagination, that part of me that could see the beauty in the world broke along with my heart. Thankfully, I was wrong. Older, wiser, and with more growing to do, I’m damn happy to be here in Portland.

Changes, Moving, Life on Wheels…

Life has been full of changes in the past month.

I’ve got a job.

I’ve moved.

And I now live in a ‘house’ on wheels.

I’m getting to know my new city, adding friends to my small circles of friends up here, and really doing a whole lot of growing up. Thankfully some things are the same, Belle is still adorable and my adventure buddy. Kitteh (aka: Prince FloydCat) has moved with us (remind  me to talk about the drive up with him… boy that was an adventure…) and we are all settling into our new lives.

I realize this is a brief update and doesn’t really tell you much but, if you want to know more shoot me a message or comment or whatever.

Wordless Wednesday: Stars & Nature

stars over Whiskeytown Lake

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