Updates – Adulting, kitties, and cankles

Updates – Adulting, kitties, and cankles

Kitten #3 - shortly before it was trapped in our cat carrier

Kitten #3 – shortly before it was trapped in our cat carrier

I cannot believe I haven’t posted since JUNE! That is crazypants.

Here is a quick update: I am currently looking for work, my cankles have receded, and I trapped some adorable feral cats today.

About my cankles: my ankles have been mostly svelte. Although for the last week, I haven’t been wearing the compression socks like I should (because all of my compression socks are dirty). Fortunately, because it’s no longer summer, my ankles aren’t ballooning up like they did. I elevate my feet whenever I sleep, and I notice a major difference from before I had the surgeries on my legs. It is all good.

In other news, I am committed to doing NaNoWriMo, aka National Novel Writing Month this year! Check here for my profile. To that end, I am not going to promise to blag every day in November. But I am going to be blagging a lot more. Once you get started writing, it’s hard to stop!

What I really wanted to do was post about how I captured the kittens today. And because I documented it all by Tweet, I decided to try out Storify for its story telling prowess, in that you can piece together several posts from different platforms to tell the whole story. And Better yet, I can just embed the whole thing right here:

Tip – make sure to click on Read Next Page to open the whole Kitten Story.

The Best Laid Plans

The Best Laid Plans

I could write in my journal, maybe? I have that with me. That won't make any noise.

I could write in my journal, maybe? I have that with me. That won’t make any noise.

I probably should’ve saved the title I used for this post for a topic more weighty. Like when I have some crushing disappointment. Or something.

What happened: I forgot my headphones. I am at Panera Bread in Derby CT ready for a day of working on my computer, of study and reflection, and I forgot my headphones. So: mild disappointment. Because I did the same thing last week. But really, a minor blip.

Now I can’t work on the courses I am taking on lynda.com, or drown out loud people (if it comes to it), or watch youtube videos – UNLESS I want to be rude.

Maybe I have a pair in my car. The catch-all black hole in the center console might have a pair. Heck, I’ll even take ear-buds at this point.

I have searched both my purse and my backpack. No dice. No headphones.

Oh well.

I had other things on my to do list. Writing blag posts (like this one) was one. I can do that without being rude. (I might write something rude, but that’s a totally different animal.)

I plan on doing what I did last week. Write a few days of blag posts and schedule them to publish throughout the week. Maybe I can do the whole week. Who knows. I want to do productive things too.

Looking at my car. Might there be headphones there?

It’s raining.

On the mend

On the mend

Unna's Boot - Like Das Boot but not really

Unna’s Boot – Like Das Boot but not really

So regarding my health, last you heard here on the blag, I was on my way to have my first vein ablated. And I did. And I had the second one ablated. And today is the day I go back to my vein specialist to get everything checked out.

In the meantime, as you can see from the picture, I have had another Unna boot on my right leg.

You might be wondering: How is it going?

And I will tell you, it is frustrating. My legs are improving. Cankles are definitely less cankly. But the ablation is not an instant fix. I am still wearing compression stockings and taking lasix. I am still tired a lot. And I still need to elevate my feet – and will likely have to do it for the rest of my life. Because I have other veins, ones they CAN’T ablate, contributing to the issue.

Self-Esteem Shark Knows What is Super Great

Self-Esteem Shark Knows What is Super Great

I came to the realization that I will likely have to wear compression stockings off and on for the rest of my life. And that sucks. But cankles and especially leg ulcers are not things that are super great.

On the good news front – I am on the cusp of needing smaller socks – my calves are at the top of the range for the next size down. So with continued treatment, I expect things will get better. Only needing to wear compression socks during certain times, wearing them when I know I will be over-extending in other areas. In for a penny, in for a pound: a couple of weeks ago I bought a proper wedge so I can sleep with my legs elevated. That pillow I was using just wasn’t cutting it, and that wedge has made a difference.

Today I get to see how the procedures went and find out what is next. Wish me luck!



Birthday Present from Edmund

Birthday Present from Edmund

I haven’t sang in public, as a performance that is, since 2005. Needless to say, that makes me a bit rusty. However, starting a couple of months ago I started taking singing lessons for the first time since the 1990s. I knew I missed singing, I forgot how good it made me feel.

This time I am doing something different. My thought was, what if I practice every day? What would happen then? So far, I haven’t practiced every single day, but with that mindset, I have been practicing several times a week. And you know what’s happening? I am getting better. More confident. My pipes are coming back. And I like it.

Let me explain: in the past, in the time ago, I have had the luxury of being in spaces where individual practice time was not as necessary. Like – I am in a musical, so I go to all the rehearsals and learn the songs there. And I only learn the songs I am supposed to sing. Like that. Or I have my go-to songs I sang in public forever via Karaoke, like Big Spender, Goldfinger, I fall to Pieces, These Boots are Made for Walkin’, Crazy – that was my entire repertoire. But I stopped going to Karaoke.

New keyboard setup

New keyboard setup

Furthermore, I never really challenged myself. I didn’t think like a singer. And that was okay. But then those opportunities to perform went away. I did not seek them out. I decided to concentrate on my undergrad degree instead. Which I don’t regret, but the music feeds me too. I need it. I lost my chops and I want them back.

(It is important to note that I was enabled in my current endeavor because Edmund started taking lessons himself. He started with guitar lessons, now we are both taking voice lessons.)

So far, TLDR: I used to sing, and I missed it. So I started taking voice lessons again.

Here is how I am doing it differently. I remember how it was when I was at my best singing, and that was in High School and College. And the thing that really helped me there is that I always had access to a keyboard or piano (mostly piano). Don’t misunderstand me, I cannot play the piano. By any stretch of the imagination. What I can do is read music and plunk out notes, which means I can figure out how to sing new songs. Of course you could argue I can do this without a piano, but if you did, you probably aren’t a musician. So, we bought a used keyboard so I could practice. And it has made all the difference.

Once I had my keyboard, I was able to play around with new songs. What was a grudging practice session of a half hour became an easy 2-hour session wherein I rediscovered my joy in playing with music.

And those old karaoke chestnuts I alluded to above? I am moving beyond them. A whole new repertoire for a new age!

Happy Birthday Eddie! @rurugby

Happy Birthday Eddie! @rurugby

Edmund is Backed Up by Squiggy (and coywolf!)

Edmund is Backed Up by Squiggy (and coywolf!)

It’s Edmund’s birthday today. Happy birthday, Eddie!

For those of you in the know, we’ve had a tough couple of years. Grief and illness and whatnot. Today, however, I think it’s important to focus on the good, and Edmund is good and I am glad to have him around.

I am grateful for a life-partner who supports and encourages me in my endeavors. For a man who loves strong women, and takes care of me. A man who takes care of himself, even if it means doing something he finds scary. A man who I trust implicitly.

Ed Loves Al's Hot Dogs

Ed Loves Al’s Hot Dogs

If it weren’t for Edmund’s support, I might not have finished college, albeit on the 25 year plan. Even now he is cheering me on as I take up singing again, after a very long time away from it. Whatever I want to do, he has got my back.

I appreciate the joy he takes in his new guitars and his nature walks. His excitement when he talks about his trips to the zoo. His passion of poetry both written and spoken-word. And his support of other people. His generosity as he buys another artist’s work. His enthusiasm as he gives encouragement ot other artists.

And his passion for food, which has helped me stretch my culinary horizons, is a delight. His passion for music is beyond compare.

Squiggy, Eddie and Lenny per usual

Squiggy, Eddie and Lenny per usual

And lest we forget: Edmund’s love of the kitties. It was a sad day when we lost Hunter “Socks” Thompson, but Lenny and Squiggy have more than filled his void, their bond with Edmund especially poignant. The picture to the right illustrates what I often see, both kitties perched around Eddie, just because. It is super awesome.

So, Edmund, Happy Birthday. I hope it is great. I love you.

Pilgrimage circa 2015

My friend Robyn Mellish, Robyn Mellish: On A Pilgrims Path, has gone and done it. She quit her job, gave up her apartment, got rid of most of her stuff (put the rest in storage), and left the United States for an extended walk-about in Ireland. She is on her very own Pilgrimage.

And lucky for us, she is blogging about it.

And I want you to read it! So much fun.

Start out with her first post: STAR TREK HAS A LOT TO ANSWER FOR and navigate to the next one at the bottom of the page (Hint, it’s BUMPY ROAD AHEAD…). At this time, there are only a couple of weeks of posts to go through, so it won’t take a lot of time for you to catch up.

And then do what I did: sign up on her mailing list to get her posts emailed to you – so you won’t miss a thing. (You can sign up on her homepage here: Robyn Mellish: On A Pilgrims Path.)

Her writing is honest and funny and her journey is fascinating.

Would you give up your life and all its trappings to step away from it all? What happens if you do?

Why not live vicariously through Robyn, who is doing the brave thing and is writing about it with truth and vulnerability.

Happy Father’s Day To the Ether

DadI guess things do get better. The grief becomes easier somehow. Case in point, this year reminders of things I can buy my father for father’s day were not like stabs to the gut. More like a “Oh that’s sad, I wish he were still around feeling” mixed with “he wouldn’t want that, just a bunch of scratch tickets and a visit (or call if we were out of state).”

Mostly I am grateful. Truly. Grateful that I was fortunate enough to have a fantastic father. Grateful that my only regret with him is that he is no longer here. I am grateful.

So happy Father’s Day Dad. I hope you are having fun where you are; that your afterlife is satisfying. I miss you. I love you.


Apparently, one is not supposed to have the cankles.

(If you don’t know what cankles are, please do yourself a favor: when you Google it, DON’T LOOK AT THE PICTURES.)

Anywho, if you remember from my last post, I came back from Balloon Manor with swollen, painful legs. Edema of the legs (the medical term for swelling is edema). It was so bad, and the fallout was so scary, I finally got myself a primary care physician and followed up and did everything one is supposed to do when they have what might be a life threatening illness. Blah blah blah.

(Note: It’s OK.)

What it could’ve been: congestive heart failure, diabetes, lipedema, a thyroid issue.

What it is: Superficial Venous Reflux Disease.

My Great Saphenous Vein is not so Great!

What that means: The Great Saphenous veins are SUPPOSED to bring the blood from my legs back toward my heart. But MY Great Saphenous veins are punking out, instead pooling the blood at the bottom of my legs. Gross, huh? This can (and has) caused ulcers to form. Very icky.

What have I done for the last 2 months? Wrapped my legs, wore sexay compression stockings, took lasix, elevated my legs, and took it easy. I’d have to come home from work and put my feet up. Which was easy because I’ve been exhausted.

But here is the best thing about this: It can be fixed.

And that’s what I am doing tomorrow: taking care of my Great Saphenous Veins (GSVs). Taking them OUT! Well, one of them.

The Fix: I am going to have an Ablation! A thin catheter is going to be inserted into my GSV and it will cauterize the vein. Woo!

It’s an in-office procedure. Done in an hour. And the rumor is, once it’s done, no more cankle! (Oh, God, I hope so.)

I have to wait until the end of the month to get the other cankle abluated.

Now, I have had cankles off and on for a while. It will be weird without them, but I can certainly get used to it.

TLDR: I have cankles. I shouldn’t. And the fix looks to be easy (and hopefully permanent).

Full Disclosure

Been so busy. Last week I was at Balloon Manor in Rochester,  NY, (helping build a 5-story balloon sculpture) working full time, everything has been a whirlwind.

I’ve been having problems with swollen,  painful legs, and last night I started gurgling/wheezing when I exhaled. It was so bad, I decided to sleep in my barcalounger. Our bedroom is downstairs, living room upstairs. After walking up the stairs last night,  it took me 5-10 minutes to catch my breath.

Needless to say, we went to the hopspital to get things checked out. After a blood test, ekg, heart monitor,  chest x-ray, and leg ultrasound,  I can tell you I am ok. So that’s good.

One of the questions they ask at the hospital is about smoking. My answer is no, I don’t smoke. I could say I never smoked,  which would be true if we were talking about a habit, I have never regularly smoked. But, in truth, I have had some cigarettes.  Maybe 10 in my lifetime? I may have had more, but don’t remember because of the drinking. But I always feel like I need to give full disclosure: “No, I don’t smoke. Well, I may have had 5 cigarettes in my lifetime.” Like they care. Like it matters. But seriously,  I spend way too much time angsting about it.

(Notice I also reduce the number by half. That’s because I am sure I had at least 5 cigarettes. And I want them to think I’m a good person.)

I was doing so well…

Posting every day and then I stop. Just because. Pretty much stopped everything for the past few weeks. Except Supernatural. And advanced hanging out with the hubster. And I went to a conference. (My pal Melissa came over a couple of times, but since we were watching Supernatural, the visits are in the Supernatural category.)

And now it’s over a month since my last post.

Things are going on. Good things.

First of all, I am writing this on my new Kindle Fire complete with blue tooth keyboard. Woo! Both my Fire and my laptop were ailing, I decided to relplace the Fire first, and then we’ll see. The keyboard is tiny and slightly annoying, but better than typing on the screen, methinks.

Unfortunately I hate the case I bought, it has no strap for one-hand holding, and it stands up strangely. So I will have to get a new one. Boo!

Another good thing: going to Balloon Manor again this year! It’s out in Rochester New York! We’re going to build a 5-story undersea adventure! Very excited! Woo!

Hey, maybe I’ll try that blag-post-a-day thing again. What do you think of that?

Another House Guest!

Tomorrow my BFF Trisha is driving down to visit. Woo!

This will be her first time at our new digs.

Did you know that Supernatural has 10 seasons? 9 of which are on Netflix.  I am not sure I ever want to get hooked on a another show that has that may seasons. It’s an overwhelming commitment.

I didn’t spend the whole night watching Supernatural, that would be so very silly.

I still don’t remember the names of the lead guys. However, I know they both start with the letter J. So I have that much going for me.

What do you do when you got nothin’?

Sooo. Posting every day and I got nothin’.

Sure. I watched Supernatural.  Duh. And I did about nothing else.

Having already done a post about that (yesterday), I have nothing original to say.

I guess I’m feeling better. So that’s good. That said, I’ve eaten close to 50 cough drops in the last 24 hours.


I don’t even know how to close this post.

The end?

Another crap post tomorrow? 

(Hey, at least you’ll have something to look forward to…)


I have a cold.

Insert sad face here.

Because of this, had a lazy day.

Full disclosure, I might have had a lazy day anyway.

Watched Supernatural (duh) and went out for Brazilian food for dinnah with Ed and his Mom.

Then we watched the Doctor Who Christmas Special.

Now for more Doctor who.

That is all.

Supernatural Obsesssion

Supernatural Obsesssion

20141226_211706I may have mentioned it before, but it bears repeating: there is a reason I try not to get hooked on shows. Because I get a bit obsessed!

I say this as I watch a Supernatural marathon on my new smart TV.

I set up the TV tonight. The first thing I did was set up Netflix and started watching Supernatural first thing. I haven’t set up anything else. It’s been a supernatural evening.

Supernatural. Supernatural. Supernatural!

I should go to sleep.

Dogs and Cats, living together

Dogs and Cats, living together

For our Merry Christmas, we’ve had house guests, the usual subjects: Ed’s Mom, my Mom and my brother and his dog, Waldo.

Because of the dog, we keep the cats in the basement,  well, we keep the dog out of the basement, the cats can come upstairs if they want to. Lenny declined.  But Squiggy, the brave one, has been more than happy to join us; in fact, Waldo was the wary one.


Right before Squiggy rolled around exposing his belly.


Waldo had too much!


So close!

Here is the neighbor’s nativity scene:


Much better in person.

Mom approved of this gift:


I wish everyone a Merry Christmas,  Happy Holiday, Joyous Kwanzaa, happy Hanukkah, or Terrific or terrific Thursday. I wish for you a great time with your loved ones, chosen and family and hope your coming year is fantabulous.

That is all.