Before I get any more snide remarks from the peanut gallery I’d better write something. This is going to be more along the lines of two weeks in review, but whatever…
We had to go to Portland (ME) on April 14th so Brad could have surgery on his neck, so the Saturday before I decided I’d better file our Income Tax return. I was astonished to learn that I actually made enough money from Uniquely Yours last year to qualify for an Earned Income Credit of a whole $17.00! Since the e-file charge was $17.95, I opted to mail in our return. Eventually we’ll get a check in the mail.
On April 15th, Brad had surgery to remove and replace (with cadaver bone) the C-4 vertebra, clean out the sheath that wraps around the spinal cord, then fuse C-4 to C-5 (which was already fused to C-6. I’m rather surprised he’ll still be able to turn his neck, but the surgeon assured us Brad would be able to. In fact, the doctor said that Brad could resume driving after only two weeks (!), but that’s not gonna happen. He still has a pretty stiff neck that yells at him when he’s done too much. It’s amazing how much surgery has progressed. Twenty years ago, Brad had pretty much the same thing done on C-5 and C-6. He was in a halo (that contraption that is screwed to your skull) for six weeks and took months to recover. This time, the surgeon put a little piece of metal on the back of the C-4/C-5 fusion, which serves as a neck brace. No halo. Not even a foam neck brace! The scar under the chin is healing nicely.
We had a friend take care of Carmen while we were gone. She was here when we left so Carmen would realize it was okay for her to be in the house. Poor Carmen! Dian came over about three times a day and every time Carmen was so happy to see her but just followed her around the house whimpering. It was hard enough that Jenny didn’t get to come home, but now we had seemingly deserted her. She was ecstatic when we got home! I was sure she was going to wiggle herself right out of her skin!
On Friday (the 18th) I went over to the local shelter to find a cat. I discovered that apart from missing Jenny, I missed having a kitty; our little family here just seemed incomplete. There were several adult cats and I felt rather bad for them, but I really wanted and needed a very young kitty so it would be easier for her to acclimate to Carmen. Well. I came home with a little cutie who was eight months old. Unlike Jenny, who was a stray, this little one had been brought to the shelter at four months (probably from a litter) and had spent the past four months in a cage with another little kitty. She did NOT like Carmen AT all!!! They are getting better, but it’s going more slowly than when Carmen joined us after we adopted Jenny. Maybe that’s why.
I named her Keira, which means “little black one.” Guess what color she is.
Here little nose and paw pads are black so all you see in a dark room is two green eyes. She does have the tiniest bit of a patch of white on her chest and a stray strand of white here and there on her fur. She had diarrhea (the first couple of days were…poopy; but I got her into the vet that following Monday and got her on a antibiotic and that helped clear things up. The second day we had her Keira seemingly disappeared. I looked all through the house in every possible nook and cranny (and she is still to small to get up where she could secrete herself in the basement rafters like Jenny did). By that evening I was getting almost frantic when she suddenly popped out from under Brad’s desk! When she pulled that disappearing act again, I actually got down on the floor and looked back there to see where she could possibly be going. Well. There is a gap between the back of Brad’s desk and the back of the bottom file drawer. There was just enough room for a little kitty to squeeze herself up and into the back of the drawer! Little stinker! It’s only been two weeks but I think she is already too big to get herself in there – at least she hasn’t tried any more.
On Monday Keira goes to the vet to get spayed. She went into heat last weekend and suddenly turned into this little slut! It’s a good thing she’s indoors and there aren’t any males around! For the first few days, she sprayed – I thought she was farting and it certainly smelled just as bad! It didn’t take much either for her to roll over on her back with her legs spread apart!! (In case you didn’t know, cats prefer the “missionary” position. TMI?) Anyway.
Okay, that’s enough for now. I’m still working on my “virtual office” and I’m ready to start advertising. Oh wait. Yesterday I came this close to buying an HP tablet pc, a really nice and light little thing. But then I regained my sanity and decided I’d be better off blowing a thousand bucks on new teeth. My kids think I look like an old granny from the Ozarks!
Ta Ta!

