Pickles and I are busy watching the snow fall at Aunt Jim headquarters. It’s a mess here – the weather forecast is for ice to start coming down after the snow stops.
On top of that, I’m still sick from my latest cold.
At first I thought I’d go to work late for an important 11:30 a.m. meeting. Then three things happened: I looked out the window and saw what the situation looked like; I turned on the news and saw it was all weather, all the time on Channel 10, and I started coughing and couldn’t stop. So I had a re-think about going to work today. I e-mailed the project lead for that effort and asked him to set up a conference call. Very, very few people are driving in this. Of course all the government offices and schools are closed. I haven’t seen one car go by in our neighborhood. One of my co-workers is working from home. My team lead got into work but sent an e-mail to all of us saying “I drove into the office this morning; however I questioned myself after I got about halfway in. There were cars sliding off the road.” There were only two people from our team in the office.
Snow falling outside the glass door at 7 a.m. Jan. 10, 2010The neighborhood from my front door.Pickles monitors the snow storm. She's one of Channel 10 Weatherman Ben Tanner's weather watchers!
Last night after work I picked up Pickles from the vet. Kitty had her dental appointment Tuesday. (It was her yearly cleaning, plus a tooth extraction. I know, I know: millions of Americans have no health insurance, but this cat: Health and dental! Hey, if I owned you, you’d have health and dental too.)
Apparently the vet did her cleaning late in the day because Pickles was still groggy from the anesthesia. It was worse than last year. The poor cat couldn’t stand up when she got home. She kept falling over to one side and turning in circles trying to get up. When she did half stand up she’d veer off to a side like a dizzy toddler coming off a merry-go-round. I was so worried I called the vet, who told me to leave her in her kennel for a couple of hours so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Around 8 p.m. I let her out to eat. Poor kitty couldn’t even eat in the kitchen. Her hind legs kept slipping on the linoleum floor. I had to put her bowl on the living room carpet.
This morning she was a little better. At least now she can walk on all four legs. But she wasn’t her usual self yet – she hasn’t meowed once since I brought her home.
Update, 4:30 p.m. Wednesday – she’s back to her usual self!
Sweet Pickles
I had such plans for blogging a lot every day … and then life got in the way.
Last night after work I picked up Pickles from the vet. Kitty had her dental appointment Tuesday. (It was her yearly cleaning, plus a tooth extraction. I know, I know: millions of Americans have no health insurance, but this cat: Health and dental! Hey, if I owned you, you’d have health and dental too.)
Apparently the vet did her cleaning late in the day because Pickles was still groggy from the anesthesia. It was worse than last year. The poor cat couldn’t stand up when she got home. She kept falling over to one side and turning in circles trying to get up. When she did half stand up she’d veer off to a side like a dizzy toddler coming off a merry-go-round. I was so worried I called the vet, who told me to leave her in her kennel for a couple of hours so she wouldn’t hurt herself. Around 8 p.m. I let her out to eat. Poor kitty couldn’t even eat in the kitchen. Her hind legs kept slipping on the linoleum floor. I had to put her bowl on the living room carpet.
This morning she was a little better. At least now she can walk on all four legs. But she isn’t her usual self yet – she hasn’t meowed once since I brought her home.
My passport renewal is in process, Pickles’ garden apartment is reserved at Chapin Pet Lodge, and as soon as I fix the printer I’ll finish that SailPass.
Notes from Aunt Gem 