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Harry and Penny went home with Luesa, a friend of Lora’s on December 15th and won her heart quickly. Click on image to embiggen.



Luesa and Lora had talked about looking after each other’s cats if either died at the beginning of the pandemic, but Luesa’s 20 year old cat was succombing to kidney failure and died the second week of December, so Luesa was too preoccupied with caring for her and grief to reach out sooner about Harry and Penny at the rescue I had found for them. However, it was the perfect time for Harry and Penny who had time to get full health exams and profiles and treatments for what was needed. And under Carrera’s care at Feline Friends of Sammamish, they had some time to recover from their trauma and ailments and were just at a point where they needed to be fostered or adopted to be in a home with a human they could interact and snuggle with on their own terms to progress in healing. And that’s exactly when Luesa called the rescue to come visit Harry and Penny.

They’re doing wonderfully under Luesa’s care and the love is mutual. It’s everything for them Lora could have wanted. And it’s very cool it is a home and carer Lora preapproved. I wasn’t expecting that at this point. It was better than we could have hoped for.

Penny’s nose scrape is almost all healed up and Harry’s fur is filling out. Luesa has been taking them to her own vet since she does not live in Renton, but Max at the rescue is still picking up the bills for their care, so your donations are still covering Harry and Penny’s care. You have helped here and we are grateful. Although happy in his new home with his beloved Penny, Harry is not out of the woods yet. He’s still losing weight. On his second FeLV test he tested negative, but they’re going to give him a PCR test for FeLV to be absolutely sure it is a rule out in trying to determine why he is still losing weight.

I’ll update you when we know anything. But know Harry and Penny have been spending the holidays and cold and snowy days in a warm and wonderful home and well loved and all your well wishes have been fulfilled. It’s all worked out as well as possible for them. I only wish I could show all the pics of them acclimating and growing comfortable in their new home to Lora.

Luesa is not in Tolkien fandom, but she was with Lora when Lora got the books for Lori’s memorial printed and Lora shared some pics of the fandom with her at that time, so she knows about this part of Lora’s life and how we fit in. And she’s a wonderful cat mom I’m enjoying getting to know. If you’re on FB, you can see her posts on Harry and Penny on Lora’s timeline. So if you have any questions about Harry and Penny, feel free to ask me and I’ll get the questions to Luesa, or contact her directly on FB.

So here’s a bunch of pics Luesa has taken of Harry and Penny since they came to live with her in their new furrever home. Click on them to embiggen and enjoy. Happy New Year and I hope Harry and Penny’s happy new year is the comfort to you as it is to me as we grieve our loss of Lora.

It’s Giving Tuesday and it would be lovely for the rescue that is taking care of baranduin’s cats Harry & Penny got donations in their name. The wonderful rescue is called Feline Friends of Sammamish and their website is Feline Friends of Samamish and there donation page is: https://donorbox.org/general-donation-192 . Please check the write comment box on the donation page and write: For Harry & Penny.

If our donations stretch over the care these two need, it would be wonderful--this rescue has really earned it. Max Pau, their rescue coordinator Contacted me back so quickly, and went back and forth on the weekend to find Harry and Penny and get them safely inside, caught them, and brought them to the rescue with loving care. He is owned by a flame point siamese, and Lora told me she hoped to get a flame point one day.

After Max took them in and got them vet checked, he sent them home with his top vet tech volunteer Carerra who has been taking care of them in her guest room in her garage with loving care. They have been bathed, treated for parasites, as Harry had many which accounts for why he’s so thin, but can now begin to fatten up. They are undergoing multiple tests and vet visits as Harry tested positive once for FeLV, but the test is notorious for false positives, so both are getting more tests and Penny is getting the vaccine. She had one dose of the vaccine two years ago, so fingers crossed it protected her.

Harry and Penny have been coming out of their shells due to the repeated loving brushing Carerra has been giving them. She has been wonderful at updating me and hanarobi daily. Carerra told us Penny comes out from under the couch when she can’t stand the sound of Harry being brushed anymore and that she”is pretty sure Penny would sell her soul AND Harry’s for a good brushing." If I can upload pics here, you’ll see evidence of this.

Feel free to link and share the donation link to Feline Friends of Sammamish widely. And if you know anyone in the greater Renton, WA area (south Seattle down to Tacoma, WA) who can foster, even temporarily, two sweet cats who could benefit form being with someone they could climb into bed with right now or can spread the word where they live, please share all info here far and wide. There’s nothing more baranduin would want us to do in her memory.

Click each pic to embiggen:

2 Pics of Harry & Penny in the carrier when Max first got them to the rescue:





Pics of Harry & Penny in vet tech Carerra’s guest room:





Penny selling her soul for that brushing:





A pic of penny from earlier this year showing off her baby blues.

So. New kitten! I brought him home today! Loooooooook!



This pic was taken by his foster and put up on petfinder.com and I as not strong enough to resist applying for him. He was named Spencer, but I am calling him Kimba--my earliest childhood anime hero, and also a name close to our Kimbra. I’ll give him his full name when I'm sure it fits him. He is about 3 1/2 months old--about 2 weeks older than Shuri was when I brought her home last year, but the pic is probably closer to when he was 2 months. And OMG, he is soooooo sweet! He loves to be held and purrs like a motorboat and goes straight for your face with his nose locking his eyes on yours. So, so, so loving!

I met him on zoom almost 3 weeks ago--yup the kittens are all up on pandemic tech, too. And I of course said I would take him. The very next evening, poor Tuxie started bleeding out his rear all over the placeand peeing all over. I got him to the vet and it was a urinary tract infection as I suspected. They are apparently very painful, poor baby. The doc gave him a shot of Covenia, and gave he heavy duty probiotics to give him. We decided to wait 2 weeks before bringing in the kitten, depending on how he was doing, not wanting to add stress until he was well. He progressed wonderfully, and had his followup last Monday, and the go ahead on the kitten. So we worked out the details this very insane week in this country. Tuesday I was busy voluntering with Election Defenders as a poll monitor/voter aide for my county down in Fort Washington. Then I was scattered and kind of off the rest of the week like most of us. But we worked it out, and I drove out to Round Hill, VA a little town near the Appalachians, met his wonderful foster and brought him home with a gorgeous sunset over the mountains in my rear view mirror. It’s not far from El Trumpo’s golf course, so I am glad I did not run into his motorcade either way.

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Happy Birthday, claudia603!!!!!

Purrsimmon, Shuri, and Tuxie send their birthday greetings!

Shuri’s birthday was Sept 20th (she is 1) and Purrsimmon’s birthday will be Oct 1st (she will be 2) so they are very happy they get to sandwich yours between theirs.



Tuxie would like everyone to settle down so he can go back to sleep.



Hugs, love, and purrs!!!!!

Shuri just sneaked up to my bowl of salad on the table, extracted a crouton from it with her mouth, and ran off with it. Just a very smooth stealth meezer move as I was handing other things. Gave me the best belly laugh I've had in a while.

I just pulled the bowl away as another heist was underway--I don't think those spices are good for her tummy, or she'd get half of everything I eat. Tuxie is a good sneak as well, but his diabetes limits what I can let him have. Sweet Pursimmon, however, is a little too timid to steal, so far at least, or it may be beneath her royal status as a lost princess. We'll see if that changes over time.

Hi!

So who the fuck am I supposed to vote for, asshole?

I owe some fun posts here, but I need to vent politics right now and there are more feminists I can depend on here on DW than on FB where I've been posting my political thoughts and links the past year or so. So feel free to scroll on by if this is not your topic.

I was so livid last night it took hours to get to sleep. My fault for looking at the news before bed. Yes, I am responding to Joe Biden's 'If you believe her, you shouldn't vote for me." which is addressing me, personally, directly. And a whole lot of women, mostly, who have written eloquent, reasoned, principled articles and essays on believing Reade, and why they are voting for Biden anyway. Some with despair and anguish at making this choice. And fucking Biden just kicked sand in all our faces.

There are ways to thread this needle, to address her accusations, even if he believes himself innocent without making further offense, difficult as it is. But to attack all the people supporting her who have planned to vote for you anyway is beyond the pale. No, he does not get to express his feeling of offense that we dare take his accuser seriously anymore than Kavanaugh did and have it believed that he is any ally to women--and I'm tired of having his work on the Violence Against Women Act toted out as feminist credentials. You can be a complete patriarchal sexist and be opposed to violence against women, and work with feminists on it, without being in the least feminist. "We must protect the frailer sex" comes to mind, without a thought for how patriarchal oppression compounds size and physical differences.

But I do take his statement as a kick in the face when so many have written about the difficulty with which they have chosen to vote for him and of which he has to be well aware. What he is saying is "I am not your candidate and I don't need you to win", when he knows we are over a barrel because we can't vote for Trump and believe kicking Trump out is better for the world, including rape survivors and Reade herself, and chose voting for a man we believe to have sexually assaulted Reade. It is nastily manipulative, and remarkably echoing Reade's report of him telling her, "You are nothing to me!" when she proved non-pliable to his wishes. We are nothing and our votes don't matter. Fuck you, Biden.

And it's not just how absolutely incensed I am to be insulted by this politician for saying my vote doesn't matter to him. I think it's dangerously malevolent. Though plenty non-feminist reporters are finding his response wonderfully unexpected and honest, I think they are enjoying watching feminists get kicked by a man in power--it's a very traditional sport for misogynists. Is this how he's going to govern when crossed? How about all those progressive ideas the left is being told he will consider and how well he will respond when crossed? I don't trust him to not further punish feminists and other progressives when we cross him when he's in power. I don't trust him to not sell out the right to abortion. I could just as well see a move toward the Handmaid's Tale under him as well as Trump.

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I'm missing our fierce, sweet, curious Kimbra aka febobe so much. I hate that I will never get to meet her as I was hoping and hug her tight, at the same time, I'm glad she is out of pain and also out of the dark times we're in and not having the multiple horrid worries about getting her lupus meds and other care under these ongoing pandemic conditions.

She had one of the most open minds I have ever known and watching her take on issues and grow, delighted and impressed me. I had such admiration for her humility and willingness to listen to criticism when any of us thought she was in the wrong on a home issue. I love how hard she was working on her writing all through dealing with her myriad health issues and hope Rhune can carry on with them and get her more widely honored. Her enthusiasm and curiosity were also a delight, as well as her kindness. I loved her thoroughly hobbity preoccupation with food, though I admit I often tuned out on reading all the details she devoted to it, though I enjoyed the idea that she was writing them all out--the shopping, and storing, cooking, eating, eating out adventures, amounts of french dressing (OK, I did read some of them!) and missed a lot of what was going on with her in the skipping. She wrote more daily than I could keep up with, and dealt with more than I could bear to read some days--how incredibly strong she was.

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When we left off, it was Saturday night, the last night of Chanuka, and I had just brought Pecan Pie home and set her up in the bathroom for the night with beds and plenty of toys, and she was a happy kitten with a constant motor boat purr, though she'd try to walk out every time I came to the bathroom during the night.



Since the upstairs bathroom was small, and I didn't want her stuck in there when I took a shower, I put her in my bedroom during the day with more toys. I just couldn't keep her in the bedroom at night because I didn't want to shut out Tuxie, since he sometimes came to bed with me and I wanted to avoid causing whatever resentment I could. So that all worked out and then there were several calls and emails on Sunday to the rescue to set up getting new antibiotics for Shuri to replace the bottle I threw out in the bag she peed in.

Now I had 3 cats in separate places to divide time with. Purry now had the run of the house, along with Tuxie and no blood had been shed, and the likelihood of that happening was dropping so that was great. The downstairs bathroom was still her base and she spent most time in there, with play runs in the living room.



When I emailed my cousin and brother I was deciding on whether to name the kitten Shuri or Iskierka (Iska Kitty), they both stated a preference for Shuri, and I saw the benefit of the easier name being her first name, so Shuri it was.

So it was time to introduce Shuri to Purry and see if they'd get along and be the companion they each needed. I shut Purrsimmon back in the downstairs bathroom that was still her safe space and toy filled, and brought in Shuri. Shuri immediately started playing with all these wonderful new toys.



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So here's what I know about Pursimmon's back story: she was found at the end of July as a pregnant stray in the northwestern most county of the Maryland panhandle by animal control and taken to the county shelter. The county is sparsely populated and the Alleghany Mountains of the Appalachian Range runs through it. So there's lots of wilderness and state parks with a few small towns and some villages and resorts.

I don't know if she was found in a town, around homesteads, a resort or camp where she was left behind by tourists, or in the wilderness, but I'm glad it was summer and hope she didn't go stray in the winter, because that would be some cold country to be out in winter. But there's no telling how many days or weeks or months she had been living stray, whether she was a young kitten or a young cat when lost or dumped, and what kind of socialization she had before being homeless. Siameses can get pregnant earlier than other breeds, as early as 4 months old.

Within a day of being captured and brought to the shelter, this mountain girl gave birth to 3 kittens. I imagine even a shelter cage felt safer than the life she was living as a place to give birth, poor thing. One of them died within a few days. The remainder were a flame-point boy, like his mom except he was deaf, and a dilute tortoiseshell girl.

A rescue out there transported Purrsimmon and her kittens south to a rescue group in Purcelville, VA in the Virginia foothills, a little more populated area at the far edge of the Washington, DC metro area where she and her kittens would have a better chance to find adopters. A fosterer with a spare room to keep a mom with her kittens in separation from her other foster animals was found, and Purrsimmon was put on mom duty for 2 months until her kittens were old enough to be adopted. Her daughter was adopted then, but her son broke his leg and so Purrsimmon was kept on mom duty with him another month. Her son was then adopted by a man who works with deaf people, so that was a nice connection where his disability could be an asset in his new home.

Purrsimmon was spayed in October. They determined her to be about a year old, so they made her birthday, October 1st. Off mom duty, she could now hang out with the other foster cats and she liked to sit near another young cat, a dilute tortoiseshell girl, but was skittish with people. Now it was time to find her a home and they started advertising her on Petfinder.com and other sites. This was the pic of her I saw on Petfinder before I decided to ask about her in December after Moo died:



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My deepest sympathies to my UK peeps on what seems to be going down with elections. I share your fears. Why so many awful people would rather go down with their ships than share them on both sides of the Atlantic--I dunno. I just don't know. Rest. Then fight some more and play when you can, because that's what we do no matter how many things they break.

Moo/Mooshka/Mooshkin
Moo Brandybuck Breakstone
PriMoola Brandybuck
Princess Holstein the Winsome

April 1, 2005 (approx) - Dec 2, 2019

Moo was fading. She wouldn't eat any of the dozens of foods I set before her, and though the rugs I put down everywhere and padded steps helped her getting around better to get to her closer water and litter box stations, her front legs were beginning to go. I was giving her subcutaneous fluids at home over the weekend, and though they make them feel better over all, she was always weaker for hours after injection of them until the imbalance of the fluid bulge dispersed.

In the middle of the night last night, her breathing started to be more labored and she peed her little bed because she didn't have the strength to get up. So in the morning I determined it was time--I was afraid she was suffering with the labored breathing. And I was getting less able to get up and help her in the middle of the night after slipping on one the rugs and falling T-Day night. I took care of Tuxie's food and insulin and loved her up some more and took her to go. Tuxie didn't want to say goodbye--her breathing scared him and he turned his back on us and looked scared when I brought her to him to say goodbye.

I sat with her a couple of hours at the vet, as it turned out, because she was busy in surgery. Moo seemed stronger, her breathing back to normal, and more alert than she had been--she meowed, and made clear she wanted something. I asked for a litterbox and a cup of water brought--it was the water she wanted and she drank a lot. The strength was all probably due to the adrenaline surge of going to the vet. Otherwise I sat with her in my arms and lap, petting her, blinking love to each other as she rested. I had second thoughts as she seemed stronger, but Dr. S told me she's probably feeling worse than weak--kidney failure makes you feel lousy and nauseous.

I had a week to love her up and she blinked it back, and laid her head in my hand and paw on my lap, and seemed comforted by being carried as she always loved, but also cleaned up. She was so willing to accept help, letting me help her position her struggling legs in walking and sitting up by her water bowls and getting her tail out of the way in the litter box and purred at being cleaned up with wipes and fluffed with towels. I don't think my Saki or most other cats I know would have accepted this much help and be comforted by it. But all I needed was for her to have a fall and injure herself further or go into respiratory arrest and go in a painful and scary way. So it was time.

I held Moo in my arms, petting her and loving her as she looked back with tired love, and the Dr gave her the drugs through a catheter as she slipped away gently and was gone before I knew it.

Moo hunted me down outside my old apartment. She'd follow me down to the town center and the gym and I'd carry her back in my arms--she'd be full of delighted purrs at this--it was always her favorite thing, along with sitting in the sun. And Tuxie, her little feral shadow kitten, would cautiously but tenaciously follow behind us. I never aspired to have a black and white cow kitty--I'm imprinted for siamese cats but tabbies and calicoes have always turned my head, too. But now I'll always feel that special affection for cow kitties.

She hunted me down and I took her in my arms and carried her and loved her and then she was gone. That was Mooshka.

I hope to be able to dig a hole deep enough in the yard to plant the apricot tree and bury her beneath it. I don't know if I have the strength to get through that much clay--I may need to find someone to hire to help. But the vet is holding her body for now until I work this out. And now I need to love up Tuxie, because his relationship with his mom was complicated, and I think he knows she was dying and is gone, but we'll get through this together.

My Mooshkin is having another bad bout of pancreatitis that started on Wednesday. She seemed to be getting a little better this morning as she ate better, and the spasms are gone, but she seemed weaker this evening and wouldn't eat much. It could be that's it's raining hard out this evening and she does have arthritis, so the pancreatic pain might still be getting better but the joint pain is now worse, so I'm hoping she'll be better in the morning, but she needs the meds I powder in her food to get better, so it's a tough cycle to break out of. Moo has a bout every 2 to 3 months and I then add an anti-nausea drug to her regular assortment for a week, by the end of which she is better, but this is a bad one with bad gas she hasn't had before.

I will take her to the vet on Monday if she is not better by then and something else might be adding to it. It's just hard seeing her feeling so poorly and weak, and not knowing if this is the time it won't get better and I need to end her misery. Though Tuxie has diabetes, he's so physically strong, full of appetite and curiosity that Moo isn't, which I suspect is due to chronic pain, and I don't think she will be around near as long as he will be if I can keep him regulated. If you have a chance, please send good wishes her way. She's had a lousy week, poor woozle.

Hi! I missed you all! You didn't know I was gone, but I was soooo gone and with no ruby slippers to bring me back!

So Wednesday after work, I went out of my way to bring my old Verizon equipment to the county Verizon store that would accept it back, because all the Verizon stores near me would not, which is just bogus crap, but that's how they do it. It was raining bad and the entrance to the store was hard to find and the clerk I brought it to didn't want to do anything because there was a power outage at the store and wanted me to come back another time, and I wasn't happy with that idea after all the efforts I had made with getting there and being turned away by reasonably near stores. I suggested he use ancient technology and put a post-it note on my box of old equipment with my info and process it when the power was back up, which he agreed was possibly doable, and I left it with his seething self. He got me back good by disconnecting my current service on Friday afternoon while I was teleworking at home and I lost hours of work time.

And I lost not only hours of work time. I was on the cell phone, and on chat on cell phone for 5 hours and much of that time on hold with sounds called music, and talked to a variety of Verizon workers of different departments and map locations who told me lots of things about calling back that didn't happen, some of it wrong, some of it lies, and champion question ignoring on chat, 5 hours went by this way and I had the biggest brain meltdown in years. Wow, did it make me crazy. Good thing I was in the privacy of my own home. I screamed, I cried, I lost my voice, and hated life, the universe, and everything and found my only comfort in Dorothy Parker's poem on the feeling. I put myself to bed early after ibuprofen and a big glass of wine and slept on and off for 12 hours with cuddly cats. Nothing can shoot my sanity out the window and into the stratosphere like dealing with utilities or new computer programs, but with the amount of contradictory info and being on hold I got I dare anyone prone to anxiety to hold onto their brain through that. My fault for my stupid, stupid tenacity to hang on for 5 damned hours of we-don't-care-if-we-keep-your-business-or-not crap, without food or get up and walk breaks. Gandalf should dub me "Will Beyond Sanity". I was so wrecked. Probably not being recovered from the hard move and fretting over how long getting stuff set up here is taking and other stuff didn't help.

Sleeping long, however, was a good idea. And I am so glad my cell phone is a separate account, also with Verizon, or I don't know how I'd have dealt with this. I dealt with them for a couple of hours on Saturday and did other things. Still no reconnection, but my identity verification was complete--because my current cell phone account and old home account with them cut off on Friday was not good enough. Today I went through 3 more Verizon people--I may have spoken to everyone who works at Verizon at this point, and got to a really good technician in New Jersey who pushed tech services and got my line turned on this afternoon. It's a new account, but I was able to forgo them making a home technician appointment and just activate the lines to my phone and internet equipment. And here I am. It was a journey through Shadow and Pain.

The only reason I did not switch to Xfinity is because I have no illusions it would take less crap to get set up with them, and dealing with home service visits, as well as MORE equipment to get back to Verizon. If I had just dumped the old equipment in the trash, I probably wouldn't have gone through this and there's no indication that they were ever intending to ask and bill me for the old equipment or give me a discount, among other things Verizon clerks make up.

But my vet called yesterday with Moo's biopsy results, and the lesion on her head was not cancerous, but it could have developed into cancer if left, so I am glad we had it removed, and that made Saturday better. More of these lesions could develop on her head area, so I will need to keep close watch. Her stitches come out Friday--so far she is not scratching them, thank goodness, and I will get more details on these lesions then. Tomorrow I see my oncologist about the results for the yearly breast MRI I went for last month, but I would have heard something already if the results were iffy, so no worries there. Next up, get the 3 tooth implants that I had put in last year checked and then start getting crowns for them, and get a new pcp and appointment for that.

I look forward to the heat breaking and being able to step into my yard without melting. I would have liked to have gone to see Apollo 11 projected on the Washington Monument, but no way I could in this heat. But I got to see the Apollo Saturn launch on location for the Apollo-Soyuz mission in 1975, so I can't complain. If this crap had to happen, at least it did not happen on a weekend with nice weather to miss.

IT IS DONE!!!!

As of this evening, I am completely moved into my house. The apartment is empty and clean, and the storage bin now is too, and I turned n the keys to that apartment. Joy!!!!

I am HOME!!! The kitties and I are home!!!!

It was quite a physical ordeal. Problems with movers--the first sucked--switched to others who were better, but didn't move as much as I hoped. I couldn't pay people to help me more. I'm grateful to my friend Rob for a couple sessions of help until he came down with a bad virus. Lots of leg joint pain and sciatica, and I had to take some days off from exhaustion, but I got everything down those stairs and tonight I finished the storage bin, so everything from there up a half flight. I threw out 2/3 of what I had in the apartment and bin--be proud of me! I took a full PT Cruiser load of stuff to the animal shelter, a full PT Cruiser load of stuff to the thrift shop, and have another load of stuff for the animal shelter to drop off. But even that 1/3 has filled my garage, and a lot of my guest room, and living room, so more culling ahead as I unbox. I am so grateful to have that garage aka The Holodeck. It really wasn't possible to move in until the builders cleared out of the garage the end of April, so I could put so much of my stuff in it. The digging out begins after a good week or two of extra sleep and the resumption of swimming at the aquatic center.

I moved the kitties here almost 3 weeks ago--a year to the day from buying the house. I expected Tuxie to have a hard time and Moo to adjust more easily, and for the first 3 hours, they were true to form: Tuxie wouldn't leave his carrier, and Moo snuffled his face encouraging. But once he came out he adjusted fairly quickly. I started them closed in the bedroom and established it as the Sanctuary room, let them explore the rest of the upstairs when they were ready with the stairway screened off, then downstairs a couple days later when they were ready. I think being able to huddle with Moo--they normally don't touch much--really helped Tuxie. Moo, however, wouldn't eat for 5 days, and I was afraid I'd lose her like I did my Storm when we moved to the efficiency and she never recovered. But I took some time off from moving to spend time with her, got her a dose of an appetite stimulant, and got all kinds of broth treats, and day by day she ate a little more, began to forget what she was upset about, got her spirits up, and at about 2 weeks she was acclimated and a relaxed cat. Though nervous, Tuxie quickly took obvious joy in exploring and immediately adored the new cat climber, and was delighted to see the old watchtower condo when the movers brought it, so he adjusted beautifully. The porch isn't done yet--the best yet awaits them.

Though there were many crashes, life upgrade installation is finally 100% complete! I did it! We're home! I am so not doing this ever again until I am in a little urn! Home!

If there's anything you posted that you want me to know about while I was completing my quest, please tell me and I'll try to catch up as I pick up with regular life again. (-:

Happy Birthday, hanarobi!!!! I hope it's a good one with kitties and cake and no paper grading!!! Hugs and <3!!!!

Happy Birthday, Shirebound! May it be a wonderful and peaceful year for you and the whole Shirehousehold!!! <3 and hugs!!!



This pic is of one of the blooms on the ginormous rhododendron bush in my backyard last May. (-:

Being falsely accused of sexual assault has got to be, in part, infuriating, if indeed you think that's what is happening to you. But even if you are falsely accused (2 to maybe 10% of sexual assault accusations), it is still nothing compared to being sexually assaulted and having your personhood violently and intimately reduced to someone else's whims and assumption of greater personhood. Nothing. Nada.

False accusation when at a height of power, which is what the presumption of innocence here assumes, such a source of ultimate angst for the Republicans as Collins affirmed yesterday does not undermine your ability to survive and perform to your abilities like being assaulted and abused does--of course this is backed up by science and you have to actually embrace scientific method to believe this and many Republicans do not.

Being falsely accused could undermine the height of your aspirations, but not your ability to survive--there is a major difference there. Only the extreme privilege of being wealthy, connected, white, and male could make someone think otherwise.

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I hope you are both having a great one!




These are rhododendron blossoms in my new backyard back in May. (-:

*hugs'n'<3*

Happy Baggins Birthday to any Baggins to whom it applies and all who love them!!! (-:

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