She’s FINALLy gotten to where she will sit still. Sometimes she’ll doze off and be quiet for about 15 minutes on end. She has a mouth like you wouldn’t believe. Tanner has fallen silent in awe.
Tanner hissed at first. But we made a breakthrough the morning we let the Basement Cats out and Tanner, at the top of the stairs, stopped and went back down a few steps, waiting for Finity.
A day on, she returned the favor.
She’s a very elegant, long-limbed monkey. And into absolutely everything.
Seishi still hisses at her. But he’s weakening. Last evening he voluntarily came up on my lap, only about two feet from her in Jane’s lap, and was relaxed about it.
Shu, well, Shu is Shu, and very hissy. But he’s not attacking. He doesn’t like Tanner howling, and he seems to be calmer now that Tanner isn’t howling. Finity can pass within about a foot of him, and he won’t attack. That’s progress. But Shu also is real close with Seishi, and if Seishi starts to accept the kitten, that may make a difference. Both of them were reacting to both Tanner’s and Finity’s scent up here on the main floor, but now seem to have no objection to it. This also is progress.
Sorry to have been silent a bit: we had a computer disaster, lost a file on which Jane had spent a lot of work, and is now having to rework it. Word of wisdom: a solid state drive is a lot like a flash drive: very small chance to read them if they go bad. And one did, on a new Lenovo superthin notebook, and she’s trying to reconsitute it all from memory.
Well, this is a switch: I thought Curry would want out by now. I went to the door to offer, but didn’t open it. No move from where he was. Huh. Of course, this may change around dawn, but for now, he’s still very happy being in.
It looks like I need to get or make a few cat toys, something he can interact with, with me, a stick-string-feather or other bauble toy, maybe. He keeps wanting to play or other interactions with my hand when I want to pet him, the past several times. He’s not giving off any keep-away or I’m-angry/upset body language, and it seems like he wants to be friendly with it. So…more cat toys. (LOL, from before, he demolished one nice bigger toy mouse in a few hours. There went one pricier toy.) Tough foam balls or fuzzy almost ping-pong balls seem to work well with both of them. A catnip toy…also met a quick and untimely end, haha. So I haven’t had much out since he’s been back. But clearly, he needs something. Maybe they can play cat ball with me or each other.
Reliable, steady food and water, no one bothering him, and positive attention, real love and tolerance, acceptance, seem to be chipping away again at that feral side, but oh, I am mindful of how big a feral side he has. If he keeps progressing, maybe I can get him to the vet after Thanksgiving. — Dang, I need to call and make sure they have not archived his records as inactive / former. I suppose they get a lot of this, though.
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Hmm, I’m still having trouble with the new font editor interface, to know what’s where and what does what. My vision’s more of a problem and the interface does not offer much to scale up the sizes of icons, paths, Bézier control points, or much of anything; also no dark or light modes, just the light mode, which is harder for me now.
I therefore remembered I had another font editor, less pricey and new, “Glyphs Mini.” (There are two other versions of it.) It is problematic too, and doesn’t want to open the old Fontographer .fog files at all directly. — But I should be able to open and save those from FontLab Studio VI and import them into Glyphs Mini, in some way. The fallback is to import the output .otf or .ttf font files. — So I’m still looking for something I can do. — But…I am not sure this will work for me anymore. I keep getting discouraged in a, “This is too much trouble, I give up,” way that is unlike me, and is something to do (I’m guessing) with my eyesight and old conscious and unconscious baggage regarding that. I am not usually like that, but twice now, I’ve seen myself do this and I am weirded out by my own response, emotionally and practically speaking.
I am going to keep at it and try to overcome whatever mental block this is.
But I am also now thinking writing and maybe pursuing learning music again, may be my best immediate alternatives. I have also got to find the paperwork I need, or else go back for a recheck, and then pursue things there, toward getting my eyes taken care of, if at all possible. This still means more bureaucratic red tape until I can get approval, before I can get a specialist to see me, given previous rounds of experience.
I’m in this odd, sort of buffered state about it. I’ve been stuck in status quo, stasis, and didn’t realize I was. So… I have got to overcome that and move on it. — I am aggravated at myself and my parents and our designed-to-be-obstructive-and-costly-and-unhelpful broken health care system. This is partly me, but partly the system itself. I have to get myself out of this rut and solve it. But I’m working with just me, which, er, is sometimes tough to overcome my own bull, y’know? :-/
I am, however feeling a little better about things in general, despite having a looming deadline in a couple of years or less if I can/t get a self-supporting income before then. Sigh. At least I am not as claws-in-the-ceiling freaked out as I was for a while there, both that and being too depressed about it are not helpful and productive, you know?
Anyway, I’m awake in the middle of the night again. My eyes are tired, but the rest of me is not, so I’m up and will do something.
BCS, BCS, BCS….
You have scads of stuff shipped to you. Stuff comes in the perfect cat toy: boxes. Just put them out of the way in a corner and the cats will entertain themselves. And you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9rDCdqeTD0o
Just as long as they don’t decide the boxes are an auxiliary litterbox. Heh. (Oh yes, had that happen once. Smelly, and messy cleanup.) (And yet you can’t really fault their logic there, either. Cats are pretty smart, but like humans, not as smart as they think they are at all times. Heheh.)
Curry did reappear in time for a late afternoon / early evening repast. He and Goober both thought this was a fine thing, and again, one can’t fault their logic there either. 😉
So Curry is happy to be snoozing for the evening, full tummy and nice napping place and all.
(Actually, I haven’t tested the theory of whether a feral/semi-feral cat like Curry is as wildly fond of boxes as a domestic individual like Goober. — I think also, Goober is so used to boxes being around, he’s sometimes a bit blasé about it. But then, you know, he’s a cat with an image to uphold. 😀 Unless it’s maybe a particularly good, fun-looking, inviting box.
The upstairs neighbors have been clomping around off and on all day and all evening, with a couple of times I was getting worried about my ceiling and interior doors rattling too much. I have, so far, kept from tapping on the ceiling with a broom, or turning up the jam on the ol’ computer, say. But my resolve might crumble if this continues past, say, 10 or 11 pm when, even though I may still be wide awake, I’m of the opinion that, for myself and other neighbors, perhaps hefty activity should cease until morning.
So far, other neighbors seem to be like-minded, but I’ve wondered if that will change.
On the other hand…. OK, no, highly unlikely it’s Santa’s workshop or that I’ll get some shiny new toys or a handsome prince or fetching stable boy under the ol’ Christmas tree. (I don’t know, the stable boy might have more practical employment or might be nicer. On the other hand, I haven’t known many princes either, so I have no immediate preference there. Oh well.)
No further spontaneous little kid Christmas caroling, but it’s quite early; there could be more. — Also no Hannukah chanting or singing. —
Curry’s been out since this morning when I emptied the trash. The neighbors upstairs have been clomping around nearly all morning. First kids, maybe; I’m not sure what that was; then cleaning, now…I don’t know what. Holiday prep? I, however, am lazy, at least today.
Earlier, I wasn’t sure what I was hearing (Curry? Goober?) from the other side of the apartment or outside. — Oh, I was so amused. — It was two or more very young kids outside in the square, doing a very heartfelt and passable rendition of Jingle Bells, at least the chorus. I don’t think they got the verses. So cute and I had to laugh. Brightened my day. Those two are ready for Christmas _very_ early! — It’s chilly today and tomorrow, so it’s almost, not quite, seasonal. Sunny today, very pretty out.
I’m expecting Curry will be back tonight. I have that feeling. But when I called for him earlier, nope, no show. He is busy doing tomcat things; which could still include much napping.
Goober’s napping, but got attention earlier. I’ve made a pitcher of tea for the first time in a long while. Why I got out of the mood and why now I am back in the mood, I don’t know, but it was welcome.
I don’t find an auto-trace bitmap to vector tool, unless I want to throw an inordinate amount of money ($300) at it for a desktop version. I’m not thrilled by the idea of uploading my images to a website I don’t know for an online vector tracing tool, but maybe that’s just me being wary of someone getting my artwork or photos or found images.
Affinity Designer doesn’t have an auto-trace function (yet).
Not happy with FontLab at present, but I may change my mind.
…Good grief, people upstairs, what did you just do? Literally shook the ceiling and walls. Uh, though no one’s yelling, so I think it’s safe. Just…wow….
Still no Curry so far today. I let him out yesterday morning, he bounced off happy as could be. I checked yesterday afternoon and evening and again during the night. No kitty. I checked this morning and just now. I will check this evening and at night. I think dusk and late at night and dawn are the most likely times to get him, though once, he’d showed up mid-morning.
It was way too noisy and busy yesterday. I don’t blame him for laying low, wherever he holes up. Heck, I would have too. I got tired of the neighbors upstairs. Some of that may be kids, some may be cleaning, but some is…heck if I know what, and it’s danged really, really noisy and shaky.
That, and I lost count of how many times I heard various cuss words, mostly from people’s car stereos; less so from people themselves. But…with their little kids around? Culture shock. — I am not used to that level of casual use of cuss words. (What surprised me most is, there was one C-word I did not hear used; remarkable since I heard nearly every other major one.) — Hey, I’m a guy, and it’s not like I’ve never heard it in school or work or out in public, from men and women and teens and occasionally kids. But this was way off the scale from what I’m used to. — Including hearing the N-word “within the community” and in music. Uh, white boy here, grew up knowing better than to ever say that. I feel all kinds of freaky uncomfortable hearing that multiple times from someone’s car stereo, even more than I do hearing someone say it to each other. — Way, way more use of way more cuss words than I am used to ever hearing. Really bad. — I have a higher tolerance than I used to. But wow. — Uh, also one song that was way more frank about a guy bragging about a certain sex act, and…whew, and kids heard that. It was the subject of the song. Uh…I was stunned, and I thought I was no longer quite so naive and all. Guess I still am.
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My freezer’s fan is acting up somehow. I’m going to try the hair dryer, once I find where I put it (duh) to thaw ice, if that’s what’s wrong. My best guess.
But therefore, I am considering waiting on groceries until after Thanksgiving, just using what I have on hand. I need some things, but am overstocked on others. So, dilemma, and I’m likely to wait until after the holiday.
It’s supposed to get up to 80 today, three days before Thanksgiving, five days before December. It might not be a record, I don’t know, but…this feels wrong. I have the fan on and turned the A/C back on, in case. It was more light summer last night when I looked for Curry, in the 70’s, warm. Just…weird. Meanwhile, I hear people are supposed to get bad storms all across the country. Stay warm and safe, y’all.
I have had good results from “get data back” getting data off of ssd’s that still work but have lost their partitions
rescuePro is good for sd cards that have gone blank
if you have not written over it the data may still be there
my advice to customers mostly students is back everything up on the cloud
sorry bit later than I thought
Kyran
An excellent freeware file recovery program is Recuva, also available in a portable format, so you don’t have to install it (and potentially overwrite the deleted file). It will recover files from a disk that has lost its partition table, or even been reformatted. It works on solid state drives and all kinds of media.
If you lose a file, the best thing to do is to stop doing anything that may write to the disk, download the recovery program to an external drive and run it from there.
Or download it and keep it handy somewhere, so you are not searching for it when you need it.
Second day not seeing Curry. I am presumaing he’s still around, given prior experience. Today is the 14th week since he first came in, a week over a quarter of a year already. How fast time goes by. Hoping I’ll see him soon, and mindful that this is still more of a friendship and a convenient safe place for him, not really his home base or his person, in the sense a housecat like Goober thinks of us. Never mind that I still stubbornly want to think of Curry as “my” cat, when he isn’t exactly. And yet he also thinks of me as a friend in some way. It’s a reminder our two species don’t think or feel in quite the same way, but similarly. This is a new learning experience, when I thought I had cats pretty well figured out by now. (And I thought I had me pretty well figured out too. Oh, little did I know, I guess, hahah.)
The freezer — defrosted fine, thanks to using the hair dryer on it. The fan is no longer making ghastly mechanical protesting noises muffled by the compartment door. I’m hoping this will solve it, and it won’t return to haunt me.
In the process, I discovered I had not one, but two packages of frozen chicken strips on hand. So there’s no need, with other items on hand, to get groceries until after the holiday, probably Monday. Much better than I’d thought, though I wish I had a few things I will have to wait on. Got overstocked on others. Better planning needed, Ben.
No other news, really. Just hanging out here, same-old, same-old.