Or: “They’re coming to take me away….” ♪♫
This was my voice mail to text today.
Wow, May’s almost pau. I better hurry up with the photos!
The Western Tanager and his mate are back! They love the suet we put out. I know the photo’s blurry, but they wouldn’t hold still! So beautiful!
I’m saving at least ten hours a week not going to the gym. Or going any other place, for that matter. I still go to the vet’s for pōpoki stuffs, like Noelani’s, Kalakoa’s, and Keola’s meds. Or Keola to get his toenails trimmed. Oh goodness…what an ordeal that is! But I found out some interesting information from our vet. Painful info, too. It looks like his former owners, instead of declawing him, opted to have their vet do a tendonjectomy on him, which means that they cut the tendon which allows him to scratch; therefore, his nails grow really long, ultimately getting into the pad of his foot. OMG. And therefore, he can’t keep his nails short. What a cruel thing to do to a cat!
My escape from quarantine wasn’t for anything fun, though. A couple of months ago my dentist told me that a molar with a root canal and crown had fractured over the years and would need to be removed. I’d hoped that it’d happen later rather than sooner, but two weeks ago my tooth, with crown attached, fell out. Good thing I neva wen swallow um, yeah? So the next morning I called my dentist, and he said I needed to get in right away so as to avoid an infection. Which I certainly don’t need right now. So I ventured out for the first time in awhile.
I have no excuse now for not writing more. Because of CV-19, we’re not going anywhere much. Not that I want to. I’m not going to the gym…even though it’s easy to stay 6′ away from people, I have been extremely dissatisfied with their feeble attempts to keep things cleaned. There is only one young woman there who is absolutely diligent about keeping things wiped down with sanitizing cloths. She’s the only one as far as I can tell, and if she’s not there, it doesn’t get done during the day. Wassap wit dat?! Continue reading
…we drove up to Salmon Creek Hospital in Vancouver at dark-thirty for my second knee surgery. This is crossing the Columbia River at 5:00 a.m. I was amazed at how much traffic there was at this early hour.
I’m trying hard to keep up with taking a photo a day for 365 days again; I pretty well fell off the wagon doing it last year along about September. So some of what I’ve done this year will be my da kine for this time.
My kawila hit a milestone: