Friday, October 21, 2011

I'm Ba-ack!

A VERY belated thank you to Dimple for this lovely award:


The rules state that I have to tell you a few things about myself. Since I've been rather remiss in keeping you all updated lately, I'm going to tell you some recent things.

1. My Basement Oasis: I've spent a bit of time every day turning my grungy, unwelcoming basement into a place I want to be. No more dog hair tumbleweeds floating all over the place, or Hoarders-style piles of junk everywhere. I've moved the treadmill so it faces the TV (though oddly, no actual exercise has ensued) and begun the process of making my sewing and craft area a  functional space. My basement banishment is a success!

2. Just Call Me "Sporty":  I believe I might be the very first person on earth to have sustained a sports injury without actually engaging in any physical activity whatsoever. 2 weeks ago, my left arm started hurting for no apparent reason. At first I ignored it, and then, predictably, fell into my old habit of letting my overactive imagination start making diagnoses. Yesterday I felt it was time to go see a doctor. You know,  just in case it needed to be amputated. The doc did some bending and twisting and poking and prodding and then asked "Have you opened any particularly stubborn pickle jars lately?" to which I had to admit that most pickle jars (and jam jars, and even the pull-tab cat food can) are a bit of a challenge for me. How embarrassing.
He diagnosed an inflamed wrist tendon similar to what you might get with tennis elbow and the like, and suggested I go get myself a sports wrist/hand wrap thing and wear it until the pain goes away. You might think this is the end of the story, but unfortunately, I ran off to the pharmacy and bought the first thing I could find, only to have to skulk back in 5 minutes later and admit shiftily that I'd accidentally bought a right-handed one when it was actually my left hand that needed help. I'm pretty sure everyone in town groans when they see me coming.

3. Country Girls Don't Scream: I've had to admit to myself that despite loving where I live and never wanting to leave, spending the first 32 years of my life in a city has left a permanent imprint.
On Monday, I backed out of the garage to take Firstborn to his martial arts class in the city. When I got out of the car to close the garage door behind me, I made a gruesome discovery. A few feet away was the stray cat that had been hanging around our place for a few days, laying on his side, dead as a doornail. I have no idea how he died and I don't want to speculate. The only dead things I have ever seen are mice, rats and birds, along with the odd bit of road kill. On finding a pet-level animal (that I'd been very tempted for days to bring inside and start feeding) checked out on my driveway, I should've just gotten to work dealing with it, like a proper country-dweller. Instead, I let out a scream. You know at the beginning of Law and Order when someone finds a dead body and starts screaming? It was that kind of scream. The Captain came out to find out what on earth was going on, rolled his eyes and went for the garbage bags. So at least one of us has some rural-person instincts. I left him dealing with things, drove to the city, and had a half-fat latte to calm my nerves.

Happy Friday!

12 comments:

GLENDA BROOKS said...

Sorry about the cat! I've been missing you girl! Please try and find just a moment to check is so we know you didn't go the way of the cat! I know you live in the wilderness and a bear might get you! So let us hear from you now and then!

Granny Bob said...

Glad you are back, congrats on the award! Hope you are enjoying your basement and would like to see pics. Sorry about your injury, don't worry about the townies as they probably would not even notice unless you got caught doing the horizontal boogie with someone other than the Captain,or commited harry carry on the main street. As to country girls don't scream you are wrong raised two of them and yes they have that ability maybe even better that a city girl. Hope life allows you more time at the computer and to do the things you enjoy! Take care.

In Real Life said...

Oh my gosh, I would scream too! Dead pet-type animals in the drive-way are a perfectly valid reason for screaming!
Your basement project sounds awesome! You've given me some inspiration to get busy in my basement!
Have a great week! :)

Dimple said...

I don't think I have ever screamed about encountering a dead animal. However, I was verbally revolted on finding a dead mouse on my (previously) clean bed sheets, and I did scream, but not piercingly, upon discovering a LIVE mouse on my baking ingredients shelf! I hate mice...

Blessings to you, the Captain, and your two young 'uns!

Debra She Who Seeks said...

That's what husbands are for. To dispose of dead cats and other nasty things.

Janine said...

HA!! I just chased a live cat out of my backyard with a broom... So help me if I get close enough I will whomp that pesky thing on the head and leave it to the vultures!!

I don't like cats!!

Suburban Princess said...

I would've screamed too! Then called CSI to come and find out why there is a dead cat on my driveway!

Brahm (alfred lives here) said...

Congrats on your award!

Sorry to hear about the stray cat, we had one recently, plus a wild rabbit, that I had no friggin idea what to do with (discovered as I walked our dogs by the lake). Thankfully neighbour is much more resourceful than me...

Nezzy said...

Oh my goodness girl!!! I'm so glad your back amongst the livin' but soo sorry about the cat...stuff happens huh???

Hope the injury heals up quickly for ya sweetie.

God bless ya and have an extraordinary week sweetie!!! :o)

Victoria said...

Glad you're back. I've been checking your blog from time to time in the hope to see new posts. Don't leave us for such a long period any more pls!

Hate to find dead animals and birds. I don't scream, but just plain hate it. But there is something worse - to take an animal or a bird home, feed it, take care of it and then to find it dead. Happened to me several times. Now I don't take home any kittens/baby-birds any more, no ma'am, no matter how sorry they make me feel. I think I've payed my share.

fancythatfancythis.com said...

We see lots of dead animals here...unfortunately mostly because of the mass number of cars in LA that run the poor animals over. I'm used to it now...but it's still sad to see!

Savvy Gal said...

I would freak out as well. : )