More Orphans

Last night Farmmom came in when she got home from Eldest Nephew's baseball game and said "Come help me find these crying kittens."

Turns out, momma cat had apparently moved them into the shed and then headed out on her own, and promptly got squished on the highway in front of the house.

So we now have four kittens just old enough to start getting teeth. They're not super feral, though they're not all that sure they like people, they have already made the association that we have food.

As I type this they're in one of the smaller kennels next to my chair, telling me that they would like to be somewhere else now thank you very much. However, I have no intention of searching every tiny nook in the house for kittens every ten minutes for fear they've gotten stuck somewhere. They get out and get attention and play time (supervised) but until they're a little more used to us and a little bigger (which won't take long) so that they can't fit somewhere I couldn't get my hand to get em out, they'll spend most of their downtime in the kennel.

So far, their personalities are only showing in noise level and appreciation of petting. The runt is a tiny little black thing with an itty bitty mew and has been one of the first to rub back against a petting hand. Two more black ones about the same size, one quieter who isn't sure about this whole petting thing and one that seems to think that every sound out of it's mouth is a dreadful curse word that must be said at the top of his lungs (I think I'll name that one after Stingray. )

And last, a little dove grey fluffball that is most likely to stay in the kennel when the door is opened (meanwhile it's siblings are hanging on the kennel door and ride it open, after which I have to peel them off to set them on the floor or they'll try to climb over the top) and not really sure about this petting thing but the warm of a lap is pretty ok.

No photos, yet. They're dirty and covered in milk and soft food, and haven't quite mastered the art of cleaning themselves well enough yet, and I want them to get settled in and let their stress levels go down quite a bit before I subject them to a bath, so the most they've gotten is a quick wipe with a wet washcloth. So they're pretty raggedy looking, at the moment. More pathetic than cute. Rest assured though, photos will follow.

This time, at least, it's not my fault that we have orphans. I'm sort of enjoying that part.

Fun and Excitement

Has... not been here. I've been trying to be better about blogging, honestly, but things just aren't all that exciting here.

The last week or so has been a round of a game that I've come to know far better than I wanted to... had a bone spur in my jaw that I figured was more of the same... little splinters of bone come with the territory at this point.

This was somewhat larger than I usually deal with, a little larger than a bb. I believe originally it was a piece of root that got broken off during the admittedly difficult extraction process, and finally managed to work it's way out and get to where I COULD get it out.

Granted it was big enough it's possible it would have been smarter to have the dentist do it, but I didn't know that at the time. Anyway it's out now, leaving yet another unwanted hole in my head but oral wound care has become (unfortunately) something I can do in my sleep.

The pain pills had a poor interaction with my stomach, though, so the last several days have been a bit miserable.

So, there you have it. My exciting life. I'll stop whining now and let you get back to whatever it was you were doing... I'm reasonably certain it's more interesting in any case!

Memorial Day

In case anyone forgot and thought this weekend was only about trips to the lake, cookouts and parties, it's not. It's about these men:

Remember, your freedom, happiness, and long weekend fun are, and always have been, made possible by the men and women of our armed forces. Take a moment between snacks and beers to remember that and say thank you, even if only in your heart.

Review

A conversation with a friend (and a recommendation for her to get one of Michael's holsters) reminded me that I'm long overdue for a follow up on the holster that he and Farmmom conspired to give me.

Re-reading the old post, I see that I was concerned with a slight difference in where I carried and where the holster fit, hoping it would break in. It has, and is as comfortable now as a second skin.

The leather is holding up wonderfully, as is the stitching. It all still looks just as fantastic as the day I got it.

The gun has gotten a little looser than it was, as it broke in, but there has also been a refinish for the PPK since then, so the sandblasting had something to do with it I'm sure.

All in all I am enormously pleased with the holster, and not just because it was a gift. Seriously folks, if you're looking for a quality holster that the maker will stand behind, look into Michael at the link above. Reasonable pricing, quality work, durability and beauty all together. I fully intend to give Michael more of my business in the future!

Memorials

Just got the invite for the annual cookout and balloon release for my little brother and the two other kids we lost that summer.

Most likely, I'm going to be out of town that weekend, but I will do my best to manage to release a balloon for them.

If I can't manage it that Sunday, I'll do something the day he died, which isn't for another month or so.

Two years. Two years of tears, joys, stresses, life. I still see his face in crowds sometimes. Just out of the blue I'll see someone that looks sort of like him and even though I know it isn't him, my heart skips a beat and I miss him all over again. Worse is when I hear someone laugh like him.

We miss him, and the other two. Last year probably close to two hundred people showed up for the balloon release. Everyone had a picnic meal at the park, and told stories on all the boys, and cried, and hugged. I chased R's youngest kids and made them laugh, hugged her oldest and got her to smile. Teased family and friends and remembered my baby brother.

He'll always be with those who knew him, because he was just that kind of personality. And he'll always be with me, in my heart and memorialized in the tattoo that R and I share. Whether or not I make it to the ceremonies that people have put together to memorialize him and the others, I honor all of them in my own way, in my own time.

The number of cracks on my heart for those that I've lost has grown the last several years. They haven't healed, I don't think they ever do. But I have gotten better able to bear them, and I'm proud to do so. Those metaphorical scars are proof that people have had an impact on my life and I on theirs. Those scars tell me that I learned things from those people that I won't ever forget. The pain of losing someone you love is horrible, but the knowledge that you are the kind of person to care enough about people to be hurt when they're gone can only make you stronger.

Some days, I'm pretty certain that I'm close to becoming She-Hulk from all the stronger I've been made. And some days I hear my grandpa's voice on the wind, or feel Sugar's hands on mine as I'm cooking. Sometimes it's Mamaw inviting the whole world into her home during holidays, if they don't have anywhere else to go. And sometimes it's Jeff, calling me a dork. And in all those things, what I hear or feel is always "I love you."

And I can't help but smile.

Then and Now

Remember this guy?

Now he looks like this:

46lbs at last weigh in. He's grown! 

Planty Goodness

So, recently, I've been a bit caught up in mom's spring plantapalooza. She's starting seeds for her garden this year inside and set up a grow light system. Now, granted, there are a lot of food plants that do well as a potted plant and every little bit helps, but since I'm going to be moving to an apartment soon, I figure something a little hardier is on the agenda for me. 

Enter a tiny tropical tree:

This is my new Fukien Tea tree (yes, Farmdad has already made all the fuckin tea tree jokes, you can rest assured he's on the case.) It's a little tropical so it will be all right inside without a "winter" so to speak. It also produces little white flowers that turn into red berries, so it's pretty. 

I had it shipped, and kudos to the nursery it arrived in good health and still moist. This plant likes fast draining soil and doesn't like overwatering, so I repotted it into cactus soil, that being the best draining stuff I could find easily. A lot of people use this for bonsai, and I'll probably do some bonsai like maintenance on it when it starts perking up and growing, because I'm not interested in something I need a dolly to move, I want to keep it small ish. I also used a terracotta pot for a few reasons. Reason one, it was cheap. As am I, mostly. Second, the tea tree likes a humid environment and can be a little picky about it's water, so I figure the pot will help me two ways... first, evaporation from the pot (and the larger tray I've put underneath with the pebbles) to raise the humidity around it since I live in dry-airistan, and second, it can absorb some moisture from the soil and release it back slowly as the soil dries out. Hopefully this will make the plant happy so it can thrive, since I want it bigger than it is, if not as big as it can grow.

I also got a little terra cotta worm thingy to help keep an eye on the soil moisture (and because it was cute and under a dollar.) I have named him Concerned Worm, because he looks concerned about the plant:

He'll change color as the soil dries out and water is needed. Right now, I've still got tons of healthy green leaves, though Tiny Tim The Tea Tree is showing some stress from the shipping and repotting. I've set up an auxiliary lamp with a daylight spectrum bulb, because mom's garden plants get first call on her lighting system and it's a simple way to give Tim even more light, because light equals food. When the weather settles out and stays warm I'll leave it outside because sun is even better than lighting systems, but the cold nights we've had would kill it.

Watching a plant grow, researching the best ways to care for it, it's interesting and relaxing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna leave Concerned Worm to his watch, and get some stuff done around the house.