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Nov. 11th, 2014 05:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesOn Saturday I trashed my left shoulder hauling kitty litter around. Then I proceeded to sleep on it wrong. On Monday I spent way too much of the day hauling boxes around (200 students' worth of toothpaste and tutorial case pages and surveys and intraoral examination supplies is a lot of boxes). Today everything hurt: neck, shoulders, hips and hamstrings in particular, and everything else from the elbows to the ankles. Since I couldn't make all that stuff stop hurting, I made myself stop caring that it hurt, by way of Maine Brewing Company's King Titus Porter. Just you try having alcohol once every six months or so for about two years, and then drinking a pint of 7.5% ABV porter, and see if you care what hurts.
My credit card balances hurt too, because the cats went to the vet today to the tune of $350 each for rabies shots and blood tests. (Snip could use a diet, which I knew, and Lily could use a tooth pulled, which I didn't. But I'm not excited about that because it involves general anesthesia, and I didn't have very much fun coming out of general anesthesia for my gallbladder. I threw up and it went out through my nose.) Thank goodness for pet insurance. Add that to the $600 for embroidery framing and the $200 for a windproof winter jacket that doesn't fit me like a tent, and I'm not pleased with my financial situation this month. Now I really ought to sell the geisha.
Today being Veterans' Day, I've been thinking about my grandfathers, both of whom were WWII veterans. Grandpa was in India building bridges with the Army, and Pepere was in Georgia training Free French pilots with the Army Air Corps (I don't think it was officially the Air Force at that point). I don't know a lot about what they actually did (and that drives me crazy about Grandpa, because I know there's stuff out there about the engineers on the Ledo Road and I can't connect him with it), but I do know that Grandpa somehow ended up in charge of an ice cream factory and came home weighing considerably more than he did when he left, and Memere was on a bus at one point and overheard two Free French pilots talking (in French) about how one of them had almost killed Lt. Deschenes that day while they were flying. Pepere got a medal from De Gaulle, but it disappeared when the family got somebody else to clean out the house after he died.
I want sushi, but that involves money I ain't got at the moment. Phoo.
My credit card balances hurt too, because the cats went to the vet today to the tune of $350 each for rabies shots and blood tests. (Snip could use a diet, which I knew, and Lily could use a tooth pulled, which I didn't. But I'm not excited about that because it involves general anesthesia, and I didn't have very much fun coming out of general anesthesia for my gallbladder. I threw up and it went out through my nose.) Thank goodness for pet insurance. Add that to the $600 for embroidery framing and the $200 for a windproof winter jacket that doesn't fit me like a tent, and I'm not pleased with my financial situation this month. Now I really ought to sell the geisha.
Today being Veterans' Day, I've been thinking about my grandfathers, both of whom were WWII veterans. Grandpa was in India building bridges with the Army, and Pepere was in Georgia training Free French pilots with the Army Air Corps (I don't think it was officially the Air Force at that point). I don't know a lot about what they actually did (and that drives me crazy about Grandpa, because I know there's stuff out there about the engineers on the Ledo Road and I can't connect him with it), but I do know that Grandpa somehow ended up in charge of an ice cream factory and came home weighing considerably more than he did when he left, and Memere was on a bus at one point and overheard two Free French pilots talking (in French) about how one of them had almost killed Lt. Deschenes that day while they were flying. Pepere got a medal from De Gaulle, but it disappeared when the family got somebody else to clean out the house after he died.
I want sushi, but that involves money I ain't got at the moment. Phoo.
