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Maybe survived Eddie's house fire, and was the last of those survivors to pass. She was the queen of the house over there. She was still demanding treats on Friday, when I was over with Poli. When she was outside she would get close to the house but then would want to be carried into the house and placed on the banister where Eddie has a treat bowl. Then she'd sit and wait for a treat. Only Eddie or I could pick her up from outside, she wouldn't let anyone else. I guess that was smart, not going with 'strangers'.
Eddie is obviously upset. It's also close to the 9th anniversary of his house fire when he lost his dog Luci-fur, and cats Layla, Grape Juice, and Loaner. Maybe did have lasting trauma from that, she was scared of hoses in action or water pouring. I'll never forget going into his burned out place with water pouring down from the 2nd floor place, floor boards iffy in some spots, looking for Maybe and Black Jack. The firefighters had looked, furniture was moved out, they really looked thoroughly several times. Eddie took the basement that had 2 feet of water in it and rising, and he knew the dresser down there didn't have a back, which the firefighters wouldn't have known. He pulled it out and there were Maybe and Black Jack. Black Jack took off thru the back door, then Eddie was yelling for me; but I couldn't hear him thru the water pouring down. A fire marshal flashed their light and I turned and he was holding Maybe Baby. She was obviously scared, but didn't even have breathing problems, nor did Black Jack.
I went to Walmart today to print some photos of Maybe that Eddie had taken and got frames. When I handed them to him today after thanking me he said "Now I don't have to worry about trying to print photos and crying."
Rest in Peace Maybe Baby. You're with the rest of your Cherry Street family now.
This was also after going over to Eddie's, who she shares a birthday with. Over there she had 3 big Bill Jack treats, a cupcake, and a piece of shrimp. He got his 3 dogs and the 2 he dog sits to 'sing' Poli happy birthday. Got that on video on my phone too. Well, it's there to get uploaded, eventually. Poli gets confused out of 'home' now. When I walked her over to Eddie's she kept wanting to walk up the steps of other houses on Robinette. She's never done that before. She's always gone directly to Eddie's. Actually just 2 weeks prior going over there she went right there. Hmmmm....
Poli, and Pan, have been going to Eddie's house since before he lived there. They'd visit the couple who lived there, the man had dementia but loved dogs and enjoyed having visits by them. Then when Poli gets into the house now over there she's like disoriented. She doesn't walk into walls or anything like that, she just wanders around, will eventually find Eddie to struggle to jump up on him, and she doesn't hear well there---that I can understand as music AND the tv is playing at the same time. Over here she has silence (INCREDIBLY difficult to believe I know; but if I'm listening to something it's upstairs, not downstairs, it's rare for me to take a speaker downstairs). She always responds when I call her here. She's never disoriented here and still patrols the perimeter of the yard--the job she gave herself, she does it very well and patrols the entire perimeter. I know her night vision isn't as good as it was, which I discussed with the Dr, as she waits on the back porch for Pan to come outside at night time then stays within a few feet of her. Pan eats slow.
A couple weeks ago all my 1st floor ceilings were FINALLY removed!! Pan & Poli went over to Eddie's. I was upstairs with the cats. Dusty and dirty as fuck. 95 years of dust and dirt being unleashed. They found a bird's nest in the dining room ceiling. It was a really old one; but as my contractor said "only at Tia's". Yep.
The coming down of the living room ceiling, yes, they had tarps on the floor. I was happy no windows were broke, as I like my original 1926 windows!
The aftermath. Well I do have another pic after it's cleaned up; but this'll suffice for now. The living room is gonna be painted turquoise (a shade to match a light fixture I found. I needed a new one, was looking in a store, saw this one and "THAT'S IT!" and I'm content with my choice) and the ceiling a complimentary not too dark purple ("the sky was all purple, there was people running everywhere..."---I might paint that lyric onto the ceiling). Ceilings aren't going to be redone until other work is done where having the ceilings down REALLY helps!
Dining room after. There's gonna be a window, as there once was, where that fucking built in AC is straight back. Mofos took out a window to put in an AC and plywood around it. Uh?? Was like that when I moved in. Window going back in. Dining room is gonna be a medium lime green with a glossy black ceiling. I'm keeping that light fixture as it's from the 50s or 60s. The wall with the kitchen door I'm gonna paint black stripes. My contractor just shakes his head when I tell him these things. I did say I'd do the stripes, as working with masking tape is a PITA. Think I'm gonna have the kitchen bright white, dunno. Leaning towards that. Upstairs will be pastels and dammit, I'm having my Wizard of Oz bathroom. Have figured out how to make stuff for it. It's not even one of my favorite movies, I just had a thought of having a Wizard of Oz bathroom years ago and it's remained with me. Dammit, I'm doing it.
Contractor is coming tomorrow to clean out and paint basement. And....he's bringing my stove!!! YEAH!!!!!!! I've only had a toaster over the past year +. I went to VMAC today and was gonna go to Giant Eagle to get more stove top cookable food but VMAC was insane. There were only 3 registers with people and lines to those registers went thru the women's clothing. I'm looking for a checkout, and there's a CSM and the assistant manager standing there, amongst people standing in lines discussing buying lottery tickets. I tell them "Why don't you stop talking about lottery tickets and open some more fucking registers?" the assistant manager got uppity and said "I don't like your language" Ah, wrong response to me. "I don't like how you fucking MISmanage. You want me to take your pic & tweet it to Walmart saying you were talking about forming an union?" Gosh, 3 registers opened almost immediately with ASSt manager working one. Yeah, VMAC AKA Walmart goes into meltdown mode if employees say the word union.
After I left there I went home and that was probably good cuz who knows what is wrong with my car now. Something simple or something expensive. Neighbor going to look at it tomorrow morning. Thank goodness we have a mechanic in the neighborhood! I need to post the texts from the LA Motors guy, who texted asking if I was single, then when I didn't reply kept texting me. I finally told him off after like 6+ weeks of his texts. As my contractor said "How many other women is he texting?" True. I think I said that to him. I need to re-d/l the LJ app I guess, I removed it cuz you couldn't access your video library and I'm still stubborn using my old cracked face phone which has a very limited memory. I have nothing against the new one; but I still have to frequently use this as a flashlight, so I don't want to drop the new one, I think it boils down to that.
Um....guess that's it for now. I have another post to post right after this. Not a good one.
I'm easily amused, that's a given. One night I was driving around Akron with Mackenzie, just driving and talking cuz she didn't want to go back for awhile to where she was staying. We go thru downtown and start heading west on Maple. I ask her if I had ever shown her and her siblings as kids LeBron James' high school and no, we had just gone by his house out past Fairlawn. Really? I never showed you that high school? No. She wanted to know what was so special about his school. Insert devilish grin. Oh, I'll show you.
Let me make clear, don't do this. This is really fucking stupid to do. This is incredibly reckless to do. Do NOT do this! Hi! I'm really fucking stupid and incredibly reckless. The streets were dry, my brakes were in good working order (both vital). It was around 11pm. Now, Mackenzie has unfortunately 'lived' too much in her life due to addiction. So I didn't expect much of a reaction from her.
I made her put her seat belt on. We stop on Maple at the X, basically by the Crosby intersection (you should lock your car doors if they don't auto lock cuz it's not safe around there) to wait for the light on W Market to turn green. It is also imperative that you blast the Beastie Boys' Sabotage, don't question it, it's just a must. When the light turns green on W Market you put the gas pedal to the floor. If your car has get up and go you should hit the top of the hill at around 85mph and catch air. Mackenzie "WHAT THE FUCK TIA?!?!?!" After I bounced down and started to slow down to stop at the bottom of the hill, she said she wasn't expecting me to do anything like that, actually had a moment of fear at the top of the hill cuz she couldn't see anymore road, and could we do it again? So we did.
As I said I'm easily amused. Sadly, that was probably her most sober fun.
Again, don't do this! It's fucking stupid and reckless. Who the hell would put a high school on a hill like tho? And oh yeah, LeBron James did go to that high school.
Even at night with the street lights it looks like the road just stops.
Right up top is where you catch air. I jiggled a brake line loose the second time I landed, which ultimately was good cuz I learned that the mofo's at LA Motors attached it with a zip tie instead of a $1.50 clamp and once it got loose it was rubbing against the tire. So this was a 'good thing' (also stupid and reckless--and fun ;) cuz it would've came loose eventually and then rubbed a hole in the line and I'd be w/o brakes, while driving. Also, no longer going to LA Motors.
This was after SDR passed. I can hear laughing and perhaps regaling me with something similar she'd done.
My 1st floor ceilings are supposed to be removed Tuesday, Wednesday at the latest. Not gonna happen. I have to clear everything out cuz it's going to be an epic mess with 95 year old plaster, dirt, lathe boards, etc. Alas I have severe chest congestion today & could do diddly squat. I feel tomorrow will be the same. Bonus, I recently had that virus you might of heard of in the media.
I'll pay my contractor tho, he's done so much work for me outside, and I trust him totally. I need to post the yard/tree photos so the utter what the fuckness can be shown. My contractor also got me a new stove for Christmas!! He's bringing it when he does the ceilings. It's a commercial model and even without model number, looking online, these run around $1200. It's brand new, never been used. He had a customer selling it very cheaply & he traded labor for the cost. I'm really excited!! I've only had a toaster oven the past year or so.
Bonus fuckery, Skittles. Took her to vet Thurs morning she got shot of cerenia (anti-nausea med) & fluids (just to make her feel better) and she was 💯 Skittles Thurs evening!! Today she's much much quieter. Something going on with her intestines. Dr said I could bring her in Saturday to get another cerenia injection but even if I felt like it, there's like 8"+ of snow in the driveway and street. Poli has appointment Mon so I'll see if I can take her then.
To the vet 4 times this week. Thickened intestines. Cerenia is now her drug of choice, as it makes her do a 180. She went the 4 times to get injections of it while I waited for the compound pharmacy to send me a bottle of it in liquid form. The vet can only sell it in pill form and there's no way I can pill her. She doesn't like getting the liquid tho. "Yucky makes you better" is the mantra. We're theorizing irritable bowel syndrome, as everything else checks out a-ok with her.
She's a total diva. Yells for breakfast. Yells for dinner, which is cat crack plus a can of Fancy Feast savory centers, then another cat crack. Mind you she has dry food out at all times. Then she yells for her water dish to be filled to the top. Yells for her blanket to be fluffed. And now has started to yell when she wants cat nip on her blanket. She has me trained well.
She'll be 18 in February, so I suppose being a diva is expected at her age.
... succinct and I think many would agree. Seriously, FUCK 2020!
Saw this driving home from the vet with Skittles yesterday. Turned around to go back to take a photo. Fucking awesome!