life carries on
Aug. 18th, 2015 06:17 pmI've been doing a lot of complaining lately but life isn't all bad.
We solved the cat pee problem by going back to an enclosed litterbox. The trouble with this is that the litterbox no longer fits under the sink in the bathroom. So we're experimenting with where to put the box. Currently it's in the entryway, which may or not work long-term.
Chaos has had a delicate stomach ever since we nuked his thyroid last summer. Thankfully, he's also taken to singing the song of his people before he yukes anything up, so we have some advance warning. A few weeks ago it occurred to me to try scooping him up and pointing him at the kitchen sink, rather than cleaning up whatever gets spit up on the carpet, and that works surprisingly well. I'd rather he weren't yuking a couple of times a week, but at least it's more easily cleanable.
On Satyrday we watched Jupiter Ascending with semilocal J--, Kathy, and writer-Steph. It's ... very pretty, and crammed full of backstory, and still kind of incoherent. It would have benefited from being either substantially chopped down, or spread out over two or three movies. Very very pretty, though. I almost regret not seeing it in the theatre.
Turns out the flooding problem from a couple of weeks ago was a result of a grease fire on the twenty-sixth floor. The sprinklers went off, and can't be shut down until the fire department shows up and says it's okay to shut them off, so they flooded everything from twenty-six on down. Luckily we're on thirty-one. One elevator is running; the other might be up in a month or so as they apparently have to have a part custom-made.
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okrablossom and am reading Steph's novel, and have been bearing slowly forward on my own. Viola continues, and maybe I'm better than I was a month or two ago. (Been too warm to practice, which sounds like an excuse and sort of is, but only sort of.)
No word on the job front. Eh. Something will come up. Or it won't.
We solved the cat pee problem by going back to an enclosed litterbox. The trouble with this is that the litterbox no longer fits under the sink in the bathroom. So we're experimenting with where to put the box. Currently it's in the entryway, which may or not work long-term.
Chaos has had a delicate stomach ever since we nuked his thyroid last summer. Thankfully, he's also taken to singing the song of his people before he yukes anything up, so we have some advance warning. A few weeks ago it occurred to me to try scooping him up and pointing him at the kitchen sink, rather than cleaning up whatever gets spit up on the carpet, and that works surprisingly well. I'd rather he weren't yuking a couple of times a week, but at least it's more easily cleanable.
On Satyrday we watched Jupiter Ascending with semilocal J--, Kathy, and writer-Steph. It's ... very pretty, and crammed full of backstory, and still kind of incoherent. It would have benefited from being either substantially chopped down, or spread out over two or three movies. Very very pretty, though. I almost regret not seeing it in the theatre.
Turns out the flooding problem from a couple of weeks ago was a result of a grease fire on the twenty-sixth floor. The sprinklers went off, and can't be shut down until the fire department shows up and says it's okay to shut them off, so they flooded everything from twenty-six on down. Luckily we're on thirty-one. One elevator is running; the other might be up in a month or so as they apparently have to have a part custom-made.
I've read a story for a quick critique for
okrablossom and am reading Steph's novel, and have been bearing slowly forward on my own. Viola continues, and maybe I'm better than I was a month or two ago. (Been too warm to practice, which sounds like an excuse and sort of is, but only sort of.)No word on the job front. Eh. Something will come up. Or it won't.