Beowabbit

Many thanks to plumtreeblossom for keeping folks back here in civilization in the loop. And many thanks to those of you who commented with well-wishes.

After a tweak to my Flexeril dosage I’m getting the relief without the scary side effect (although it still makes me a little slow and groggy — or maybe that’s not being able to use my CPAP masks, all of which still hurt too much), and I’m feeling much better. Slow steady improvement. I went in to work today, and was reasonably productive, and I have noticeably more range of motion in my neck this evening than I did this morning.

With any luck, I’ll be all better by Friday afternoon — just in time to have three wisdom teeth out!

And on that cheery note, it’s off to try to do a little bit of catching up on what’s happened here on LJ in the months since I last checked in.

plumtreeblossom and I have been watching a lot of really interesting stuff lately. ( This is kind of long, so click here to read a little more about The Imitation Game, the third Hobbit movie, Big Eyes, Crossing the Line, and the first episode of Ken Burns’ Baseball. )

Tonight, in rapid succession:

Go to sleep first. [pause] Eleven Twenty-Two Nineteen Sixty-Three. [pause, then with gleeful delight:] Yay! Shave the hairs!

(It was actually a bit more like “Shave a hairs”, but kind of hard to tell.) I can only presume that in the dream I had just agreed to shave after giving her a prickly kiss.

Around 5:00am I got up to run to the bathroom, and told plumtreeblossom where I was going. She woke up enough to say that she’d go after me, and then said “I should be clumping.” “What?” I asked? “Clumping. Climbing trees. It’s how they hunt prey. But it’s not my day for it.” I wish we knew what dream that came out of!

I love my wuzzle’s sleeping brain. This morning at about 4:40, she told me “Smell-Good is an artist. On Monday mornings we dehydrate him. So you can jot that down.”

(The actual quote came out in interrupted pieces because when she started talking I had earplugs in and I had to ask her to repeat the first bit a couple times before I got it, and I asked for confirmation that “dehydrate” was actually what she meant. And then, still asleep, she said some accurate stuff about the skunk smell in the neighborhood.)

Last night my beloved wuzzle took me on the Revels’ Harbor Cruise and Sing, and we had a truly fabulous time! Neither of us quite knew what we were in for; we both envisioned something like an smaller, but still concert-like, Christmas Revels performance aboard ship, but it was basically a sea-chantey singalong. It was wonderful! It really touched a chord in me (heh, heh) because I had a group of friends in college who used to get together on a fairly regular basis and sing folk songs (including some of the same sea chanteys we sang last night). It was just wonderful, and very romantic. I love being on the water. And I love my sweet honeywuzzle who knows how to make me so very happy.

(Photos to follow, BTW.)

Congratulations to everyone involved in The Baltimore Waltz. It was a great show, funny and poignant. plumtreeblossom and I are going back to see it next week, and I’m sure we’ll notice lots of things we missed this time around.

Our booth at the Pride Festival. L-R: imlad, vanguardcdk, plumtreeblossom (seated), and V. who I don’t think has a LiveJournal. There are more photos here. It was a fabulous success!

plumtreeblossom's sweet cat Ben Ben died this evening. We'd spent all weekend together, and Sunday after a concert and dinner in Harvard Square I went to Quincy and she went to Somerville. When she got home she found him blind and unable to stand. While I was trying to work out cab and Zipcar arrangements to get to Davis quickly and get him to Angell, he died in her arms. He was an old cat and had a wonderful run and died at home, and he was begging for treats and enjoying life until the last few hours. He had been in notable decline, though, so it wasn't a suprise.

(We took the body to Angell for cremation. It's a wonderful, wonderful animal hospital run by wonderful kind caring people and we're very lucky to live somewhere where that kind of veterinary care is available 24/7/365.)

Goodbye, Ben!

Had some shopping to do after work. It was raining, and very windy. Windy enough that several of the metal tines in my folding umbrella broke and started hitting me in the face and head in the wind (although they were still attached to the fabric). Rather than potentially get cut or poked in the eye, I threw away the umbrella.

The wind was being driven more or less horizontally, anyway. The front of my jeans, facing into the wind, is as wet as if I’d worn them into a swimming pool.

So I got to the grocery store. On the bright side, they had a wonderful selection of umbrellas, including a nice big strong umbrella that survived the walk home (although I thought I was going to Mary Poppins a time or two). On the less-bright side, I found the empty spots on the shelves where the ingredients I needed would be if they weren’t out of them.

Got home, and the mailbox was wide open. Somehow, the letter carrier manages to close it consistently except when it’s raining or snowing. I think s/he has a vendetta against me. Fortunately, the only thing ruined by the rain was a catalogue; my mother’s lovely and amusing letter came yesterday when it was dry and sunny. And the UPS package that was left in the open on the front steps (instead of on the covered porch), unlike the last two delivered in the rain or snow, was in plastic rather than cardboard.

However, I have a warm dry house, family and friends who love me, and a beloved honeywuzzle who fills my heart with joy. (I should just lay these jeans out in front of her bright warm smile; they’ll dry in no time.)

PS — Also, LiveJournal seems to have completely broken my ability to select a userpic. Assume I’m posting this with my clear-umbrella userpic, ’cause I can’t select it. [EDIT: I was able to pick it when I came back and edited this post a few months later.]