Our poor little Max cat got a little smushed by a car on Thursday night. His pelvis is broken, which is not great.
The Friday morning vet said we were looking at $3500+ of surgery to realign and pin everything. Or, if we choose not to do surgery, but instead let it heal naturally, the vet implied a definite lifetime of arthritis and joint pain for poor Max.
But the second-opinion vet this morning said that broken pelvises totally can heal and cats can (but not necessarily *will*) live happily with little to no joint pain for years. She suggested 6-8 weeks of rest and we’ll re-evaluate his needs at that point.
From dealing with the various doctors at the clinic, we already liked her best, so we’re going with her assessment. Max cat is pretty pissed off in his crate right now, but he is getting pain meds so he’s high as a kite, but still purring when we pet him, so I’ll take it.
If he pulls through (which he still might not, realistically) he’ll be a housecat, not a mouser like he was supposed to be, but he is super sweet and cuddly so that’s OK with me.
Here is one that is timely because the Supreme Court should go on ahead and not be jerks, and make things right. Thanks Macklemore.
Here is one I like to watch because it is about my city, and my bus system. I am pretty sure that I’ve posted The Blue Scholars‘ excellent song “Joe Metro” before (though I am too tired to check) but here it is again, because it is awesome.
ETA I do realize that the Supreme Court can’t just “not be jerks” and that they have to follow, like, rules, and laws, and stuff. I still think they should … do the right thing.
Today I learned that pho restaurants can package your pho for takeout, with all the various things in different compartments, and even with little packets of hoisin and sriracha.
Actually I learned this in theory last Tuesday when I had lunch (pho, but we ate in) with friend Amy. I mentioned that I was sad about not being able to get takeout pho, because our local place is ~20 min away and everything would be sad and cold and slimy and goopy by then. But Amy told me that her local place does takeouts and does them smart! Hooray! So today I put it into practice and had G. pick some up for me while he was out doing errands. It was delicious and perfect.
Then we moseyed down to the art museum, trying to keep our work- and Bellevue-related anxieties in check, to see the Nikki McClure exhibit that’s there through Feb. 3. Nikki is one of my favorite artists, and it was super cool to see the originals, as well as the calendars from the beginning, all the books collected, and some of her earlier works that I hadn’t ever seen.
Little O. was a champ at dinner and at the museum and on the way home, too; we read The Little Engine that Could, in which G. had apparently earlier showed O. some new things, like the meerkat; and we read the hunting supply catalog, which has a lot of food prep equipment. O. learned about cherry pitters, corn kernel removers, pineapple corers, meat grinders. Then there was a two-page spread with some guys in camo who apparently were very bold and strong hunters of … meat processing equipment. Seriously, there are three guys in three different shots, each posing with their truck or whatever hunting equipment, in full-body camo, and they are holding, respectively, a jerky maker, a vacuum sealer, and a meat grinder. O. was very insistent about the last guy, whose camo included some like textured leaves crap hanging off him: “is it? is it?” (This is O. for “what’s that?”) Um, O., it’s a meat grinder. “Is it! Is it!” It’s … a guy? “ON HIM??” Oh, uh, he’s wearing a very silly costume? That seemed to do the trick, and O. sat back down with a satisfied grin. A silly costume indeed.
Saturday, I woke up way ahead of G. and I was itchy to get some stuff done so I cleaned off the counter and started organizing the top drawer: fixed the broken utensils tray; weeded out stuff we don’t need, to be taken to Goodwill; put the stuff we’re keeping back into the repaired tray all nice and neat. Then the drawer underneath it, and then the cupboard above that holds the stuff we don’t use very much — water bottles, our nice serving trays, some semi-reusable plastic dishes for parties, our sushi plates. Weeded that too.
We had a very delicious braised short ribs for dinner, with carrots and tomato paste and wine, served with polenta with freezer corn and freezer green beans with garlic.
Today after milking, I went to free community yoga with friend A., after which we took some stuff to Goodwill (my aforementioned kitchen weeding) and did some other errands in town, and we went to lunch too, yay. When I got home it was very hard to motivate to get stuff done, but we took the stinky trash out, and I took the stinky compost out, and then it was done.
Now I’m making some dashi for my miso soup breakfast tomorrow, packing eggs to take to work, and petting some puppies.
A Queer and Pleasant Danger: The True Story of a Nice Jewish Boy Who Joins the Church of Scientology and Leaves Twelve Years Later to Become the Lovely Lady She is Today. I am not sure I loved this one but it was really interesting. It is about Kate Bornstein’s life in the Church of Scientology back in the day (also her name was Al, then) and how she got kicked out (still as Al) and then what she did after, and how she became Kate and also how she became the Kate that she is. It is not for the faint of heart; there is sexual and violent (consensually sexually violent) content. But it is written as a letter to her daughter, who she hasn’t seen in many years, and her grandchildren, who she’s never seen, I think, and every time it’s getting intense, she takes us a step away for a second to address her daughter and grandkids, and to say why she’s telling this story to her daughter and grandkids, difficult though it may be.
Also stories of early Scientology are super fascinating. That shit is fucked up right there.
During that wonderful hugely physical (like its subject) book, I was also reading, on my magical iPad, Zoo City by Lauren Beukes, which I got from the Humble eBook Bundle, no longer in the offing, unfortunately. Really liked this one a lot. If you do speculative/alternate universe/fantasy at all, read this. G. and I both found it very engaging from the first paragraph.
As soon as I finished and turned in Dearie, I was headed out for a short-ish weekend trip where I would definitely need some leisure reading. I went to the shelf that has replaced the pile of things to read somewhat urgently, and I was reminded that G. had read the latest Tana French, Broken Harbor, and I hadn’t. Tana French is an amazing mystery author who writes emotionally brutal, intricate, personal novels that suck you in from the first paragraph. G. didn’t know why I was always talking about her until I finally got him to open her first book, and then he basically didn’t talk to me for three days while he inhaled the first two books. Her stuff is not easy to read, from an emotional perspective, but it is really easy to read from a … reader perspective? Anyway, love her a lot, and if you are of a constitution that likes a dark murder story, check her out.
And now I am bookless! I have been listening to podcasts and getting some knitting done on the commute instead, but it makes me kind of itchy not to have a book in my bag. What should I read? All genres up for grabs. What have you loved lately?