Been scrambling like mad with writing, playing catchup with same and trying to make deadline. Been a little behind in communications, but gaining on it.
Sorry about the long silence. Re-hi!
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Merchanter’s Luck was among the first few books of CJ’s that I read, and over the years, has come to mean much more to me. Finity’s End is also a favorite. Cuckoo’s Egg made an impression on me, and stuck as a favorite. (CJ Cherryh is my favorite author.)
The first two books I read by her were Downbelow Station and The Pride of Chanur, lent to me by a college buddy’s roommate, once he found out I was a science fiction fan and was wanting something good to read. I was hooked immediately on both, so different, such a strong style, and such evident world-building, believable and really alien aliens, with realistic cultures and languages and motivations not always human.
Deesha, if you have not already read them, find the books, Alternate Realities and Alliance Space. These two collect shorter early novels or novellas, which show her learning as she goes, developing her craft and early themes. These are wonderful, though, imaginative in a way we see in other ways in her later works. I believe it’s Alternate Realities that has both Port Eternity and Voyager in Night, and I think one or two others. I think it’s Alliance Space that has Merchanter’s Luck plus at least one other, which may be Serpent’s Reach or 40,000 in Gehenna (those are two separate book titles.)
I grew up reading Andre Norton, a woman SF&F writer, as well as Alan Dean Foster’s and James Blish’s Star Trek novelizations and some others (ADF’s Flinx books, for instance.) I also grew up reading Robert Heinlein’s juvenile SF books. There were others; the local bookstores got a good portion of my small allowance as a kid and young teen, along with regular library visits.
There were a number of early women writers of SF&F, and CJ was one of the generation who began in the 70s and 80’s when women SF&F writers began to break out beyond initials or male pseudonyms. Andre Norton, Leigh Brackett I think, others; James Tiptree Jr., whose books I have not read, who embraced the male persona, possibly in personal life and not just as a writer. D.C. Fontana (Dorothy Fontana) who wrote for Star Trek TOS and many later shows. Multiple other women.
These ladies and then others proved that women would read science fiction, women could write it, and oh, men and boys would read books by women. My goodness, the shock, eh?
(A few times on early forums for Farscape fandom and elsewhere, my posting style got me mistaken for a woman. I said, well, no, I’m a guy, and said I was Ben; which then meant having to let a few eager and hopeful fans know that no, I’m not Ben Browder, haha. So I don’t always fit in the gender/orientation mode that people expect, I suppose.)
I grew up in a family where both sides thought women could and should be more than just that old stereotype of barefoot and in the kitchen and silent, subservient. This, even though both sides were mostly very traditional American and Christian families. My paternal grandfather and grandmother, despite being quite traditional older country folks, did not have their boys and girls divide up the chores by men’s work or women’s work; everyone pitched in on whatever was needed, and my grandpa’s will divided up the (not large) family farm equally among the five kids or their heirs, rather than passing it all to the eldest son (or daughter, as my anti-aunt was born prior to my dad). Despite my maternal grandmother being born into a very, very conservative religious family, still grew up, along with her siblings, with some other more liberal and modern ideas on how women could be, more equal, and they lived through when women’s rights and women’s lib in the 60’s created more opportunities. — So my grandmother was an astonishing mix of a very traditional woman and a very modern liberated woman, all in the same person. Somehow too, this worked seamlessly, with no cognitive dissonance for her. To her, it simply made sense. She carried it off in style, too. — She was not like the Lady Ilisidi, but I think she would have liked the aiji dowager. (When my grandmother was in her late 70’s, her best friends at church included two very sweet little old ladies, one very outspoken (and cussing) lady who always told it like it was, Avery refreshing sort, and another outspoken and sociable lady. The contrasts were many, and you might have thought my grandmother wouldn’t have liked the brash, cussing lady, but oh, haha, she got along great with all of them. (That woman would tell you exactly where she stood and what she thought of anything, and you, while sometimes cussing, although at church itself, she toned that down. But she was honest and forthright and often right. You always knew where you stood with her. I liked her and enjoyed the odd contrast, about like my grandmother did. Her name was Maude, and she’s sadly long gone.) Ah, and if you ever did something wrong, my grandmother would tell you exactly what and why, without cussing or getting angry, and oh, no matter who you were (me or a stranger) likely you’d never misbehave like that again, and you’d be sorry you’d done so. Heheh. She was stronger of mind than she looked, all 5 foot two and less than 110 pounds of her. 😀
My mom was smart, with a quick wit and sharp tongue when needed, ah, occasionally when not needed, independent-minded, good in business and personal life, an artist and handy with crafts, as well as good with more technical things. — Later, I asked my dad about this. He said he didn’t want a wife who’d meekly say yes; he wanted a challenge, a partner, and a friend, as well as love. This is why their marriage worked. My dad was used to women who did for themselves and spoke their minds, someone to be an equal partner and not subservient. My mom loved having a best friend as well as love and a partner in life. Oh, their marriage was not always perfect, but they would eventually agree or they would agree to disagree and divide up work however it needed, their own projects or working together. They might have heated discussions, but they were never violent to each other or to me. That was simply not in how they thought people should be toward each other, and so I grew up with that mindset too.
For all that I have said at times, there were some dysfunctional things in how I was raised, I also think I had good, loving parents, a good, loving extended family.
But this background is why I admire and prefer things more equal. I am probably to free of some old attitudes, but I strive for better.
And, well, being gay, growing up, having to come to terms with this as a difficult journey from early on, also gives me a different perspective on the whole boy/girl, men and women issue.
I got up early because the kittens and mama cat woke me up, playing and calling. I’ve done a little, but I am at “dead ahead slow.” I have a case of the “cain’t help it’s.” In other words, I don’t really want to do much and don’t feel like it, still too tired.
I’m going to do some, I have to, but I may also nap today and take it easy some. It’s going to be a hectic week, what with the upcoming eye appt. and planned closing on the new house at the end of the week, then getting utilities hooked up and moving, I hope by the end of the month, but it may be into April before I’m entirely out of the apt. I need to label boxes and pack more. I need to cook ahead some. I need to order groceries despite the impending move, because that’s a week or two away. Next week is the cats’ follow-up appt., and I’ll have to decide if I’ll get the kittens vaccinated (pricey) so they can be boarded. I am leaning strongly toward that, as I don’t think I’ll have them adopted out or at a shelter for that, in the allotted time, and I don’t want to put mama and kittens, or my very senior kitty, through the loud, disruptive circus that is humans moving house. Have to work on bribing Mystic into a carrier and off to the vet and boarded too. I don’t want him to be left, and I’m worried how to get him into a carrier. But he’s going, somehow, oh, I hope.
The kittens were very busy playing this morning, now may be napping. One splashed through one water bowl, haha, and others…well, picking up things after them is getting to be a thing, LOL.
Goober briefly put up with sharing the bed wit multiple kittens last night, but he wasn’t ready to do so more than a few minutes, and got down and went elsewhere, disgruntled.
Overnight, at one point, I woke up with Mama Peppercorn on the bed with all five kittens. Earlier, when I went to sleep, all five were on the bed with me, at first tussling, then settling down to sleep, quite happy with the arrangement, two or three of them against my leg. They are almost to fully accepting me, but not quite. Still, they’ve decided that even though I have this inexplicable notion to hold them down and give them medicine, oral, they think otherwise I might be a pretty nice guy now. They are convinced I’m good about feeding them.
So far, still no real luck on getting them to eat more dry, or eat it with broth or water. They are eating a little dry, but largely moist food, and they are old enough that they should be eating dry food equally. Mama is spoiled ab out this too.
Even leaving it, soaked in broth, until the next feeding time or the one after that, doesn’t get more than a small portion even, whereas they clean the plate consistently when they get moist food. Costly.
I had an inspiration for the feline pine litter pellets: little gauze sachets, tied, with these pine pellets would act as an air freshener, and might work well if one is put in their carrier for trips. I’m going to order the sachets once I find the keywords, and hope they get here in time to my door.
But that cat litter and the clay brand I tried are too problematic and waste too much and go through it too fast.
The dang order of Tidy Cat litter a big heavy pail, landed at the apt mgmt. office. I think I can hold out until my friend comes by and we pick it up, after my eye appt Tuesday. If not, I will have to ask my friend to pick some up and bring it here. I have a small bag of the feline pine and a small bag of clay litter plus the Yesterday’s news bag I haven’t tried, and that’s all, for two or three adult cats plus five growing kitttens.
What did I get myself into? Me and my silly principles and soft heart! But I could not turn down mama and kittens, I wanted to foster them, and I am loving having them here, it’s brightened my days considerably.
OK, gotta feed them, gotta get the rest of the laundry washed to have hopes of it getting dry in time for the move, with new laundry waiting until after the move. Yay, clothesline at the new place until I get a dryer delivered, and after. Gotta cook ahead some.
I have to box and label. I have to get papers handy to transfer utilities once the house is mine.
I wish I could go back to sleep for maybe all day. Not that I could sleep more than two to four hours at a a pop anymore, but eh, I am fatigued. Or lazy. It would be weird if I’m resisting the move. I want out of here and into a good house!
The phone numbers for the apt. office megmt. are still saying temporarily disconnected I still have no current working phone to reach them. This is beyond wacky in my estimation. one day, maybe. three? what is going on with them?! I am glad I do not have to deal with that headache, whatever they have going on, which must be royally snafu/ed. But oh boy, do I want out of here, if this is the kind of thing to look forward to while here under the new mgmt. Whee….
If all goes as planned (insert maniacal laughter at that notion) then 1“1`by this time next week, I will have a new house, ready to get utilities transferred and start move-=in and get appliances delivered.
(Note any typos are because Goober just traipsed all over the keyboard and graphics tablet.)
To work, to work. (I wouldn’t mind seven dwarfs, all-male, to whistle while we work…. Ahem.)
Once the new place is a done deal, see how much stuff you can move in from your storage units. Are you stuck with a lease until June, and how likely is it that you will get your security deposit back? If the new management intends to be snotty about letting you out of your lease early and you are stuck paying it, you may as well move as much as possible into the apartment while making the transition. No sense paying for storage plus the apartment, even if it means double moving. What are the chances of getting professional movers to at least shuffle boxes between locations: apartment, storage unit(s), new place?
I’m in agreement with Chondrite, at least in regard to paying for storage a minute longer than you really have to. As for you buying this house you spoke about. I would be less than honest if I didn’t tell you that I have some reservations, particularly at just how fast this purchase is proceeding. I want you to be safe, I want you not to find unpleasant surprises afterwards. No floodplain, No subsidence, No dry or wet rot, No asbestos, Waterproof window sills, Roof in good condition. Just how good is the neighbourhood? And have you met any of your future neighbours? I wish you well in your endeavour.
@BCS, about the kittens sleeping on the bed: I put this in my earlier reply to Ready, but comments were moving swiftly and it’s somewhere in the middle of the previous page. In case you didn’t see it I’m repeating it here; please ignore if you’ve seen it before.
The advice I’ve seen is to keep kittens out of your bedroom at night, at least for their first year, if you want to be able to get some sleep. From my own experience, I concurr: at three months (when they came to me) my two would set up vigorous playtime with chases across the bed and me, and batting at my face and meowing for attention, at least three times per night. Now, at 13 months, it’s down to once a night, so the bedroom door is still closed while I’m sleeping (unless I fall asleep reading while they nap with me, which is how I know they’ve still not quite outgrown their nightly shenanigans).
If you’re getting them adopted out at two to three months, you might be able to endure the interrupted nights that long. Or, you could put the new rule in place in the new house, if you wanted. Just, be aware that that is what will happen if you let them sleep on the bed with you.
Three months is better for them, though there are still people who let them go at eight weeks; but it means you need to get them their first vaccinations (at about 8 weeks IIRC), which here also meant a pet passport. You can ask back the vaccination cost as the price of the kitten, when you put them up for adoption. That works as a sort of guarantee for you, that the new owners will not neglect them but take them to the vet when they need it; and for the new owners, that the kittens have been properly taken care of and have been seen by a vet and vaccinated. What does the vaccination and boarding them for a day cost at your vet?
The second dose of vaccinations is due at three months, and the new owners can take care of that.
At least, that’s the way it usually works around here for responsible pet owners, i.e. not the ones that pin up a message at the local supermarket “kittens 8 weeks old, free to a good home”, and hand them over to the first person who comes around asking, never mind they might be awfully irresponsible as a pet owner …
I’m crossing my fingers about everything. I didn’t get near as much done this afternoon as I should have, but I’m going to take time for an episode of something or other tonight, and then back to it.
My friend’s claim is that he convinced the owner that selling now to an owner, rather than either waiting for more money or dealing with renters, was worth it to the owner. Heh. Which does make sense. The house has been completely renovated, and looks it, though I wasn’t on top of the roof. No, I didn’t meet the neighbors. Yes, I’m a little concerned about not knowing about the neighborhood. I’d asked, and supposedly there was no damage from Hurricane Harvey. From what I’m told, the previous. owner was elderly and in a wheelchair, and I take it the owner selling it is a relative. I’m indeed stunned it went this fast. The expectation is that we can close at the end of the week. I saw the house, and as far as I can tell, everything seems in order.
(BTW, no, I’m not investing in stocks; the friend is a house flipper, so I’m investing in part of that, to get profit from it, and thereby build up plus get out some for living expenses and recoup my investment amount, then keep on. If this oworks out as claimed, I’ll be better off by the end of this year, with having paid the first few payments toward the new house, having gotten back the amount I put in for the investment but not yet for the home.)
@Hanneke, oh, my sleep/wake schedule has been shot since those years as a caregiver. It never went back to normal, despite months of trying to force it into a habit. I haven’t minded the kittens on the bed so far, but I do mind that Goober feels so marginalized. I haven/t yet found a shelter or other way for them to be adopted out, and need to get on that. They are, meanwhile, still learning that a human can be trusted more fully, and the 16th is their vet follow-up, so they are here at least until then, and probably through the move. It’s work, but it’s also fun and satisfying in a way I’ve missed very much without knowing. Still, they need to be adopted.
My friend is supposed to look about the cost of a storage shed for the new yard and get that built. Once tone, yes, I’ll be moving things out of storage into the shed and the house, as much as possible. I know we’re paying movers to move the apt. and then the storage space.Today gets all current laundry through the washer, with days to dry the heavier items. I’ve scheduled a grocery delivery tomorrow, which may still be too much, but it’s needed, as I’m out of some things, and it’ll be at lest into next week or the week after to move, depending on how fast we can get utilities transferred or started and a dryer and possibly a futon delivered, then the move of the apt. contents.
The phone number for the apt. momt. is _still_ giving “Temporarily Disconnected,” which does not inspire one to confidence. Heh. — The old contract, which carries over, is up on June 22nd. Word was (I asked) that as long as I give notice and get everything cleared out, the premises cleaned and ready to hand over, that I can then terminate the contract with no further obligation, provided rent has been paid for that month. I don’t know if I’ll get back my deposit, and as long as I get out of here and into the new place, I will consider that a plus. If I do get back the deposit, I’ll call it a bonus. Heh. — I had informed them of the needed repairs when I paid the rent in person when the new mgmt. took over. So I consider it on them; they know about it and it didn’t get done. I’ll clean, plus my friend’s recommendation is to pay a little to have it cleaned, so (ahem) he and I can vouch that it was done and witness it, back it up with photos, presumably. The contract’s language says 60 days notice; I’m going by the verbal the new mgmt. gave which was the same as the old magmt., regarding during the same month, rent paid up, to terminate amicably.
I’m reducing down a little as I go through things, so I think things will be better this time than the move out of my house into this apt., now 3 years ago plus a few days.
I’d realized I need to prep a bag or two for overnights here or at the new house, and a loose plan on what needs to wait until last here and what can get packed to go. Kitchen, bathroom, cat supplies, clothes being needed for that. Tonight, I’m cooking ahead some. I’m trying to make sure things are clean and dry and bug-free before being packed. — This apt is buggy, which has me nervous about hoping nothing gets to the new house, ugh.
I really hope the first deliveries to the new house will go without a hitch. I am hoping I have it worked out so I use up just enough frozen / refrigerated items so as not to have to transport much, then get things delivered as needed, or give the friends a grocery list and ask them to do a grocery run so the first few days are taken care of.
Back to doing stuff before taking a break. — Nuts, what I’d gotten out is not yet thawed, so I’m likely to fix something else, then cook the other later this week.
Haven’t set aside the utility info yet, need to do that tomorrow or y Wed. at the latest, so I’m ready.
Man…I thought it was going to take until June to find somewhere. Did not expect to need to be packed and ready so soon.
I will check on progress with my friend tomorrow and Tuesday when I have my eye appt. I’d asked him to go with me, to catch anything in case I don’t, and so he gets a better idea of what it is to deal with being vision-impaired and dealing with a friend who is. But I intend to caution him to let me do the talking then for him to jump in only after, if I miss something to ask about. My impression is, he thinks things will go more smoothly with the eye appts. and with SSA and Texas than they are likely to. He is trying, but he an his brother-in-law are not used to dealing with someone legally blind like me. The brother-in-law’s wife is a teacher, and may have a little more experience, or may not, depending on if she’s had vision-impaired students before, or training.
Back to it. And I want to spend some time with Goober and Peppercorn and the kittens tonight Didn’t see Mystic today. He’s still minus a collar and ID tag.
Just realized I will need to get the new address in to Amazon ASAP, before they mail out the end-of-month delivery, which seems to start about a week and a half before it’s due to arrive. Expecting to be good otherwise as far as any mail or packages due, but I’ve go to get the mail forwarding done as soon as we close. LOL, I need to shake off the rust.
I’m sorry that the music that I suggested wasn’t to your taste. I read your comment, and followed the link you provided, which took me to “The Road goes ever on Part4 – The singer isn’t listed in the description” , Now it gives a rendition of a singer accompanied by piano, which given that the singer is singing about sitting by the fireside reminiscing of the things he’s seen, and of how the world will look when, ( disregard what the words actually say, what he really means is when he’s dead and gone ) Read those words, he’s actually saying that, but that’s not what I’m hearing in this rendition. What I’m hearing is someone reading off a sheet, without any emotive feeling, Lord you can even hear the piano saying the same thing. The voice may be clear, or as clear as the singing style allows, The performance is dead though. It has no real feeling for the work being performed.
So then I went looking for a Clamavi version of that same track
Starts with the sound of that fire, then the singer starts. The voice sounds aged, tired, as well it should as the performer is presenting Bilbo near the end of his life, he’s lived a long life even for a hobbit, now he’s living amongst the elves. As the song progresses an instrumental section is used to convey that now we’re about to get a new view point. The singer returns, but now his voice is younger, stronger, we’re hearing Bilbo as he was in his remembered youth. The voice changes again, and we hear the aged Bilbo again.
But all the while I sit and think,
of times there were before,
I listen for returning feet,
and voices at the door.
Now, thats how I hear it, and likewise the notes below their video tell us that was the intention. I think they pulled it off rather well.
You said at the end of your comment that the difference is telling. That one version is dead, and one is alive.
I agree, sadly however we seem to disagree on which one is which.
In any event however, it was the Song of Durin which I recommend as an example of their work. Durin as you may recall was a Dwarf. And the dwarves of Tolkien’s book’s are shorter than humans true, but only in regards to hight. They’re stocky, heavyset build, perfect for their normal practice of mining, and smithing, immensely strong for their size. Also bear in mind the environment they reside in, The very mountain itself is their homes. As the dwarves recount their sacred ancestor, they draw their own history around them, cloaking them as if they are once again within their caverns. Recall the Films, recall the depth of their voices.
when a singer is representing a character, you need to feel that character, I think they do it well. What you call a bland chant with accustics, is to my mind utterly unjust. The song is being sung by dwarves, dwarves telling of the first dwarf king, and in the nature of the song you hear many voices picking up the tale, singing part, and then another continues. It’s a binding of the dwarves, as a people, to their ancient roots, and that root is Deep, before even there were elves, there were dwarves, before even there were humans there were elves. They are an ancient race, and the music reflects this.
Incidentally, did you notice the number of versions of this song? Clamavi De Profundis did more than one version of it. Each using deep voices for dwarves. All the other versions that I’ve heard, by other singers use a, ( shall i say ) soprano voice, totally unsuitable for dwarves.
You didn’t like it however, and that is your prerogative.
My respects to you Green Wyvern.
I have a deep regard for Dragons,
I use the name Dragonette in some games,
Dragon’s, if you recall in a book released by Tolkiens son
written about the roots of the names he used ( oh how I had that book in front of me right now, and not in a box stored in my brothers garage ) In essence however, dragons are the keepers of hidden treasures. Not just mere gold, silver, or jewels, but knowledge. Knowledge being the greatest of treasure.
@Deesha – I replied to you on the previous page.
Cat humor / awww moment. — I was watching YouTube a little before bed and a “rescued kitten crying” video showed up. — The next thing I know, Mama Peppercorn is chirring, calling to the kitten, worried and trying to find said kitten. Was it hers or another kitten? Mama was concerned. — So I told her it was a video, everything is OK, her kittens are OK, and I stopped watching the video. I didn’t want Little Mama to get truly worried, looking for the source of the kitten meowing in distress. Bless her furry little heart, she was concerned.
Little Mama still does not want to be held. She gave a warning grumble when I picked her up to hold her, testing. So I won’t stress her on this, but will keep trying now and then, so she can get used to the idea that I won’t do anything purposefully to hurt her. She’s probably still sensitive, since she is still nursing, but beginning to wean her kittens, maybe. I don’t want to bother her.
I notice that her kittens meowing always motivate me too. I respond to them with my own paternal instincts activated, to feed and protect them, to nurture them. I take that as a good sign, though.
Gber is till having a tough time with all this, bless him. He’d rather retreat and retreat, but has grumbled some at the kittens and swats at them, while holding back, if they get too close for his comfort. I keep hoping they’ll make friends.
Long day, not too much really accomplished. Hitting the sack. Gotta get things done this week.
@BCS, I just remembered: for young kittens it’s advised to use a non-clumping type of litter, to avoid intestinal trouble. If they eat some of it, you don’t want it clumping together and becoming a problem to pass.
I am nearly done with the Feline Pine litter, which I think might work in gauze sachets as an air freshener for their carriers in transport, near their letterboxes, etc., but which doesn’t work well, IMHO, as cat litter. Sifting out the large unused pellets versus when it gets wet and breaks into, essentially, sawdust, results in using it up too quickly. The cats and kittens use it, but they’ve had accidents right outside the box because they don’t like it or it’s too smelly already, and they don’t tend to cover it as much. So, no-go for me on several counts. YMMV. If the pellets were smaller, 1/2 to 1/4 size, it would probably work fine.
I am about to try a brand of cat litter I’ve never tried before, plus a brand called Yesterday’s News. The latter is some sort of newspaper byproduct and might work well; I’ll find out. Meanwhile, the Tidy Cat order got sent to the mgmt office, so I will need to pick it up tomorrow.
Tidy Cat, and probably the other brand, are both clumping litters. I asked at the vet’s office and they said they use Tidy Cat. — So far, I haven’t found a good alternative, but I would like one, as the clay (?) litter produces dust, it sticks to anything, including their paws, I feel sure, and so it’s a problem, even though it is, so far, the best solution I’ve found. I notice that even with spot-cleaning, that the dust produced means cleanup in the bathroom, plus mopping, is less than ideal, even trying to stay on top of it.
I’d welcome other people’s recommendations on cat litter.
I’m overdue to sweep and mop the rest of the apt., and the bathroom needs it again because the Feline Pine had, ah, unpleasant side-effects, spot-cleaned, but not clean enough.
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I was shocked / horrified at a couple of boxes near / in the kitchen that hadn’t been moved in a while. Bugs had gotten into them. So I’ve washed some things, tossed some things, will re-box as needed. I’m cleaning as I go, to avoid transporting bugs if possible, but…ugh, and I thought I’d been so careful with things lately.
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My smaller grocery order arrived fine. With luck, that might be the last one delivered here. Laundry is caught up and air-drying, so I’m good on that, but will likely have clothes to give away. — Discovered I don’t know where I’d moved my cutting board, and I may have to get another one, if I don’t find it today. Silly.
Time change (spring forward) happened and I didn’t know we were due. I found out when I noticed my phone and computer had auto-updated the time, so my watch and bedside clock were off by an hour. things worked out, but I have to reset the clocks, haha.
Still on track for closing, but I am behind from where I wanted to be with packing, so after this break, back to it, and I may pull an all-nighter at some point. I will be doing moving prep from now until it’s done. All else will need to be on hold. I will be checking in here, of course.
Hah, I lucked out, no problem sequestering the kittens this morning for the grocery delivery. They didn’t notice, busy napping or playing. They are on the age of the climb and explore everything stage, not yet on the counters and high up, but they are almost there.
I still will have to get utilities set up, but can’t until closing and transfer has happened. I still need to get a bag or two ready of necessary supplies for an overnight stay at either place.
A tooth was loose this morning and partly came out whenen I wiggled it. So the root is still in. I don’t need to see the dentist yet, but willl when I can. I therefore phoned my friend to caution him that while Im low on funds this hear, I may need to ask him to pay if I have any large dental bill (not expected) or eye bill (expected if we can go forward after the exam and a referral). I asked to either have him pay and me pay him back, or a loan. But this made me think of the possibility, so I talked with him.
So far, things are going OK. — Still will have to get appliances / any furniture decided on and delivered after utilities are on.
I feel like it’s all going at once, but I think I’m doing OK so far.
Hah, I think my ID will arrive from the update right about when I need to update it after the move. Nearly two weeks now, and they said the waiting period.
N word yet about the shed or shower door. I’m going to order a shower curtain and a cutting board, in case. Heh, and hope they arrive at my door instead of the dang office.
It may look a bit more presentable here by the end of this week. Hard to believe it’s halfway through the day on Monday already.
I am reallyy hoping I planned right about using food up to avoid transporting to much.
Sorry to carry bad news, but since official sources may be unreliable–shrug.
The findings confirm that COVID-19 is spread simply through breathing, even without coughing, he said. They also challenge the idea that contact with contaminated surfaces is a primary means of spread, Osterholm said.
http://www.cidrap.umn.edu/news-perspective/2020/03/study-highlights-ease-spread-covid-19-viruses
Especially in Washington, it may be time to start ordering groceries by Internet. Take care, CJ&Jane.
If you keep your head while all about you others are losing theirs, perhaps you don’t understand the situation.
We need time to develop herd-immunity, and unavoidably that means most of us will get infected. That’s what our ancestors went through–our turn. Fortunately, young people probably won’t get very sick, and afterward probably won’t be a threat to the rest of us. A vaccine will come later. I suppose it will come as a shock to some people that we really aren’t in control of our own lives.
And the chance of widespread…uh…spread brings with it an unsettling question: do you want to avoid COVID-19 or catch it before hospitals are overwhelmed?
Oddly for the US’s extremely expensive healthcare system, we have fewer hospital beds per capita than many OECD countries.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_OECD_countries_by_hospital_beds