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Jul. 12th, 2018 02:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesIt seems that despite the fact that I wasn't planning on making a huge deal out of my 43rd birthday, work was. So I have now had flowers and sushi and cupcakes (twice; Georgetown Cupcakes delivered two orders instead of one, because the first one tried to be delivered to Norfolk instead, so they sent out a second one.). And a bottle of wine, and a Starbucks card.
Grammie called me the night before my birthday, just to tell me that she hadn't forgotten my birthday card, but it was going to be late because she couldn't get to the post office, so she had to send somebody else. I thought that was very sweet of her.
Completely unrelated to work, somebody sent me a book on the feline folklore of Japan, and I have no idea who it was. I thought it was the copy of The Ordinary Princess I had ordered for myself last week, so I didn't particularly think anything of it until it turned out to be very much not what I was expecting. But my name is on the package, and whoever sent it knows me at least a little, so thank you, whoever it was!
I took the plunge, and Lily has a consultation appointment for radioiodine treatment on August 7. Neither of us is enjoying the battle of wills about pills, and as soon as I get over feeling horribly guilty about making her do things she hates (getting in the carrier, going somewhere in something with an engine, leaving her in a strange place while she feels funny, etc.), I'm hoping it will be better for everybody. It will be interesting to see if Snip realizes she's an only cat for a while.
It's going to be an expensive summer. Friday after next when I get back from Falmouth, I'm going to the dive shop and sign up for classes. I said I was going to do that, and dammit, I meant it. As soon as I can stop living in Harvard Square two nights a week, getting home from which is a pain in the ass, I can start going to dive classes on weekends.
I think the next huge trip, not this coming winter but the winter after, is going to be an African photo safari, possibly in Botswana. I know that Botswana isn't like the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency books make it out to be, but I've seen safari pictures from one of their game reserves (I forget which) and it looks amazing. And they have elephants, and I want to see an elephant in its native habitat. And doing it the winter after next gives me time to psych myself up for all the shots I'm going to have to get. One of them is Hep A, again, and that hurts like one and a half tetanus shots. I know that because I got a tetanus shot at the same time, in the other arm, before I went to India. Maybe this time I'll be able to get the second dose of Hep A and then I won't have to do it again EVER.
Grammie called me the night before my birthday, just to tell me that she hadn't forgotten my birthday card, but it was going to be late because she couldn't get to the post office, so she had to send somebody else. I thought that was very sweet of her.
Completely unrelated to work, somebody sent me a book on the feline folklore of Japan, and I have no idea who it was. I thought it was the copy of The Ordinary Princess I had ordered for myself last week, so I didn't particularly think anything of it until it turned out to be very much not what I was expecting. But my name is on the package, and whoever sent it knows me at least a little, so thank you, whoever it was!
I took the plunge, and Lily has a consultation appointment for radioiodine treatment on August 7. Neither of us is enjoying the battle of wills about pills, and as soon as I get over feeling horribly guilty about making her do things she hates (getting in the carrier, going somewhere in something with an engine, leaving her in a strange place while she feels funny, etc.), I'm hoping it will be better for everybody. It will be interesting to see if Snip realizes she's an only cat for a while.
It's going to be an expensive summer. Friday after next when I get back from Falmouth, I'm going to the dive shop and sign up for classes. I said I was going to do that, and dammit, I meant it. As soon as I can stop living in Harvard Square two nights a week, getting home from which is a pain in the ass, I can start going to dive classes on weekends.
I think the next huge trip, not this coming winter but the winter after, is going to be an African photo safari, possibly in Botswana. I know that Botswana isn't like the No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency books make it out to be, but I've seen safari pictures from one of their game reserves (I forget which) and it looks amazing. And they have elephants, and I want to see an elephant in its native habitat. And doing it the winter after next gives me time to psych myself up for all the shots I'm going to have to get. One of them is Hep A, again, and that hurts like one and a half tetanus shots. I know that because I got a tetanus shot at the same time, in the other arm, before I went to India. Maybe this time I'll be able to get the second dose of Hep A and then I won't have to do it again EVER.
