When your cat has had enough

The last couple of days have found me home and in bed. I've not been feeling well this week and yesterday I woke up with a fever. My oldest cat Hawk looked very surprised yesterday when I walked back in after dropping my boy off at daycare. He became very disgruntled after I moved him from my spot in the bed so I could lay back down. Both kitties adjusted and snuggled with me most of the morning. The landscapers were working outside and after about an hour I decided to move out to the front room. Fizgig followed and snuggled some more with me. This morning I still wasn't feeling that well so I stayed home again. Again, I had to move Hawk from my spot. I was just starting to drift asleep when I hear the sound that every cat parent knows. There's a hairball about to make an appearance. I sat up and sure enough, there's Hawk, right next to me getting ready to hack up that hairball. All. over. my. bed. So now, no one gets to sleep in the bed and while I wash all the bedding. Hawk is a talented cat and managed to get that hairball over the sheets and two blankets. Point 1 for Hawk.

My Subaru, the Drama Queen

So I've decided that my sexy Subaru is a bit of drama queen. Last week, the check engine light came on and the cruise control light started blinking, sending well known panic through me. Crap ... I can't be without my car and I sure as heck can't afford a mechanics bill. Ah well, nothing to do for it, but call up the dealers service department and make the appointment. At the very least, I would need a diagnostic run to see what the error was. The manager at the service department reassured me that since the check engine light was not blinking, it wouldn't be too serious. Now keep in mind, my sexy Subaru did something similar to this last winter. That was a computer chip and I am so glad I bought the extended warranty which covered most of the cost. So, into the shop she went today. I got to drive the dreaded PT Loser ... um Cruiser, back to work and waited anxiously for word. The oil was dirty. That was it. She needed an oil change and an engine additive to clean her up. Granted, yes, she was overdue for her oil change, but not by that much. She'd gone much longer last time before the oil was changed. That would be a whoops on my part. I've very politely asked my sexy Subaru to next time not be such a drama queen and find another way to remind me she was due for an oil change. Better yet, maybe I should just keep track of her mileage better.

Memories and music

So first, if you haven't noticed, I've made a few changes to the blog. I've decided it's time to focus on other things in my life. It's been five years since the divorce and I need to put my energy in other, more positive places. I've found my road you could say. When I was growing up, I loved music. When I got my first stereo (with a CD player!) I used to plug in my headphones, turn on a CD and just lose myself in the music. Other times, I would play the latest CD in my collection while I read. I never really thought about it, until I picked up an album I haven't listened to in years. All of a sudden, I remembered the books I was reading when I first listened to that CD. I had just discovered the Dragonlance series. Well, ok, maybe not just discovered. I had already burned through the Chronicles and had just started on the Twins trilogy. About that time I also acquired my first copy of Harry Nilsson's All Time Greatest Hits. The CD played in the background as I avidly read about Raistlin, Crysania, Caramon and Tas' adventures. The song playing in my car took me back to the story. And then I started thinking more about music and its associations in my life. On my walk today, I played The Green Man. And just like that, I was transported back to the day Lola bought the CD for me. I was leaving for my first trip to Hawaii and Lola, knowing how much I loved celtic music, but was a little afraid of the very long flight ahead of me bought this CD for me. I listened to it on the flight over. I listened to it for the first couple of nights as I adjusted to the strange surroundings. Even now, listening to it, I can almost hear the ocean in the background and smell the fresh Hawaiian air. More songs and memories keep popping up. There is a Styx song that every time I hear it, I am transported back to high school and my first dates with my old flame. A Moody Blues song always reminds of my best friend who now lives in another state. Another song I can't listen to anymore because an ex boyfriend ruined it for me. He made up his own lyrics and I hated them. Now, when I hear it, I don't hear the song anymore, but him singing the terrible lyrics that he found so funny. Most memories are good though. Some are bittersweet. Like the song that was sang at my grandmothers funeral. I tear up every time we sing it at church now. I can still see her smile and occasionally hear her laugh. And so on and so on.

Poor little blog

Yesh ... looks like I've been neglecting the blog thing again. Every time I've felt like writing, I end up just going to bed. Hmm ... do I keep the blog and try harder to write every day or at least once a week or give the darn thing up? Decisions, decisions ... Guess I'll give this a try again.