Horrible Sunshine

Something horrible has happened.

I am very tired. I AM NEVER TIRED! I AM THE QUEEN OF NOT TIRED!!! I am the person who can feasibly go to bed at ten and wake up and 5:45 feeling LIKE SUNSHINE. Then I would read the newspaper as I ate a lovely breakfast. Now I am never hungry and always tired. Horrible, I tell you!

I suppose I'll be happy when I'm taller.

Perry undid one of his stitches, resulting in the placement of a cone on his head. Unfortunately, I am the only one who understands how to put it on, so my lovely slumber is frequently interrupted.

Ta-ta! 1.1.11!!! Happy New Year!!

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!!

The Christmas miracle kitty is home! And I got a camera! With its own cord! I love the holidays.

Solstice and Perry

Every winter Solstice, my family gathers in the living room by the lit fireplace and eats cookies, receives an ornament, and writes poetry about the year gone by. It's nice, rather quaint tradition, and according to my mother it originated when I was little, because right before Christmas is when toddlers start to go a little bonkers. Solstice is a nice quiet holiday to calm down. My little brother wrote short three-lined poems with the last lines as questions, my little sister did an acrostic and writing couplets, my mother wrote an eerie winter poem, I wrote poems about the Amnesty Inc. pen that I kept breaking and our tree angel, and my dad wrote a narrative poem about how he gave $20 dollars to a needy man with the requirement that he spend it on his infant son, and then later saw him buying diapers. We each received an ornament and enjoyed s'mores.

Then, Wednesday morning, I called the cats for breakfast and Perry didn't come. I finally found him in his hut by the window, but he showed no interest in eating. He vomited several times and meowed whenever anyone tried to pick him up, so my parents took him to the vet. The vets thought he had swallowed thread or floss, so my dad drove him to a specialty vet an hour or so away. Then we went through our usual business, watching the telly, trying to write this blog post (it's been three days), and cleaning. (My room currently leaves much to be desired.) So they went into surgery, opened up his stomach, and lo and behold. . . PERRY HAS A HOLE IN HIS INTESTINAL WALL! It was something he was born with, but that did nothing to prevent my mother from removing all the tinsel and obsessively picking up fragments. All in good reason, of course. Perry is recuperating and is expected home today--we hope. If not, we go visit him with chicken baby food.

Happy Holidays!

Snow and Advent!

So, I was sick for two days, and then today stood in 29 degree weather for forty-five minutes, sat still for five hours, and. . . SNOW!!!

Photos tomorrow, hopefully, plus advent pictures!!!

Two Days of Flabbergastednessosity

The weird set-up for November has led to an odd advent, in which today is the first Sunday of Advent but not December yet. So I am rushing about, wondering when we should buy our tree (this Wednesday, hopefully), how on earth other people already have theirs (gasp), and basically being a bother. Anyway, I shall try to show you all some pictures of my doings once they are done.

But until then, we shall wait (and drink tea and eat cookies and read magazines!)