Are Ya Ready for Some Football?

It’s here. The 2020 Football season has arrived. And with it September 2020. I mean there has to be something right? A little glimmer in 2020 that keeps hope alive? I seriously would like to pay for a cardboard cut out of me to be in the stands in the empty stadiums. Hoping we make it through a whole season but who knows? I have at least enjoyed the first few games.

Let’s see, what’s been happening….

Back in late August Cathy and I actually ran a real live race. I KNOW. We kept waiting for cancellation but nope, ran it we did. The Healthy Human Half Relay was back again. They did a great job of social distancing and I didn’t ever feel crowded. I barely saw anyone with me. I will say it did get a bit warm but thankfully my leg was overcast and early. Once we got finished it was time for the post race brunch and bloody, and then a beer or three to seal the deal.

That is what I’m talkin’ about

After a great brunch at 5 West we walked ourselves up to the Tap Room West (our west neighborhood makes it so we never have to leave) for a top off.

What a great day it was

Oh and yes, we had a designated driver so all was good. Our only race this year.

In other news we fostered a dog named Rosie–not to be confused with our foster cat Rose. Apparently she was listed on Craig’s list and then a week or so later ended up at Animal Control. I picked her up not knowing what to expect as I had been told she was somewhat aggressive to other dogs and to some people. But after I got her, and she got home, it turned out that she was the sweetest dog. Yes, she did have dog aggression but after some initial grumbling she got on well with my two. She was also very smart. Someone took some time with her because she knew how to sit, lie down, kennel, and fetch a ball (when she felt like it).

She’s so cute! But, as much as I loved her I already have two dogs, and a third wasn’t feasible. I was planning on an out of town trip in October to Grand Forks (stay tuned for more on that) and I had to ask for help with fostering. Turns out, an adopter was found and Rosie, the luckiest of all dogs, got adopted. She went to a 50 acre spread with three other dogs and the most wonderful owner ever.

Rosie’s new spread

I mean, what could be better and apparently the princess continues to be spoiled rotten…

I couldn’t have had a better adoption ending. As for my dog fostering days….well, those are over. I may babysit but no more fostering. I peaked with Rosie.

Rose the cat is still here tho.

Armrest Pillow

She’s a good cat, likes to be petted but not picked up and held really. She’s also a real chow hound. I’m going broke feeding these beasts.

Puddy and Rose go round and round. They don’t seem to get along yet Puddy seems to egg Rose on. The fighting is a bit annoying but that’s what it is. Still, since Rosie the dog has left the cats are again emboldened to be out and about and enjoying the entire house again.

Rosie has been gone for a week and I’m not gonna lie, the energy level dropped a LOT. I mean as soon as I got home from dropping her off it was like a different place. It was so quiet.

But we have adjusted and moved on to other things. Mainly that Lily Pad got very sick. Very. She’s a foster I adopted cause she’s just so cute. Three legs, no tail? Can’t say no to that.

BUT–she also has some nerve damage to her back end and one of the problems that’s created is she gets constipated. The past couple of weeks she has had huge hard poop (I know, TMI) which has been difficult to pass. In the end she just couldn’t and she filled right up. When she started vomiting she bought a trip to the vet. Poor Poppie. She got cleaned out and we are hoping with a LOT of laxatives she stays regular. Oh, and she’s on a special compounded drug called Propulsid. Guess what that does? Good Lord.

So it’s been three days now and she’s sort of feeling better. We had to keep her in a kennel because of some drainage issues (I’ll just leave it at that but after two enemas, colonic lavage, and manual disimpaction, well, use your imagination if you must). I’m trying to get her to eat cat food again but it’s taking a lot of baby food toppings to get there.

I feel like crap, literally

We have to limit her outings as there is still some drainage. And this type of news is how I social distance because after reading this no one will ever want to come over, let along sit down, in our home again.

Also, it’s probably a little off putting to have a giant dog kennel with a cat box front and center in our living room. It’s how we roll now.

ETA–So the new symptom is that the drainage (TMI) was actually urine so now we have a whole NEW problem. Sweet Jesus.

Why do I have to lay on this towel?

We have been doing lots of walking with the dogs. We hit the Douglas Trail after a rain storm so we had it all to ourselves with no bikers yelling at us.

And we took a little stroll around Cascade Lake too

This was Photo with the Dogs, Take 17

I’ve been doing some sewing too. Although after work I’m not usually in the zone. Martha (Doesn’t) Take A Trip quilt marches along. As I may have said before, because this is 2020 and nothing is really working out, neither are my squares. This quilt is written for a different template tool of which I thought I had the equivalent. Apparently not because all of my points in the center square are gone and the blocks are an inch bigger that they are supposed to be. I’ve tried modifying every which way but know what? I’ve just quite caring and am soldiering on.

I’ll eventually lose the star points too. 2020-enough already.

The fabrics are super fun. Lot’s of cats and weird little faces and foxes and just what I love. I am over half way with these squares, I need 32 total. Then I start on the next type of square which I’m sure will be as pointless as these.

We’ve had some smoky AM’s and PM’s, but no smoke in the air, unless you count my neighbors annoying backyard fire smoke. Ugh. The atmospheric smoke makes for orange sunrises and sunsets.

I did a bit of the Covid spending (before I did a bit of the medical pet spending) and I ordered a frame (finally) for the picture I bought in Norfolk a couple of years ago. 2018 to be precise. The year we ran the terribly hot and humid Rock and Roll Va Beach

Throwback to pre Covid days when we didn’t care about being in the crowd. No masks here….

I digress, here’s the picture with the frame I bought.

War Time

This painting is called War Time by Briton Riviere. It hangs in the Chrysler Museum of Art in Norfolk. It’s a bit depressing as the man is supposedly holding a letter informing him of his son’s death in war. Yikes. But I really like the painting. So there it is. It will be added to my gallery wall. I have a few pictures in my unframed collection to add. This isn’t that big of a picture really. So plenty of room to clutter up the wall.

In closing, I just want to say Rest in Peace RBG. I have your image right next to me every day, and because of you women today don’t get turned down for jobs because we are young, newly married, and “might get pregnant and leave”. Thanks Ruth Bader Ginsberg. You will always rock.

The Notorious RBG

Happy August

So I was reading an e-mail blast from WordPress the other day. (Is it even one word? I should know that). It led me to a link on the topic of writing a better, more readable blog. Hmmmm. I’m sure there were a lot of hints, but a couple stuck with me. One-use short sentences. Ok. Can do. And Two–people like pictures. Well, Can do that too. I should have a readership of thousands at this rate. Although I keep getting followed by men I don’t know. Same with Instagram. But I digress. Oh, and not really big words either. I think digress is ok.

Last we met on my Blog I was just back from my big trip to Veseleyville, North Dakota. Where, as Melanie told me last week, they have some sort of special NoDak immunity to the Covid and don’t need masks or social distancing. I think that also extends to South Dakota where Sturgis is currently full steam ahead. I got a good laugh out of that (she was kidding, FYI). But when I stopped to get gas on my way to their house the NoDakians were in full swing and ya wouldn’t know there was a pandemic in the rest of the world. Well, maybe not the rest of the world but here, in America.

So, not to be a downer about that, but as I type this I have three days left to work before my 10 day vacay. Sa-weet. It was supposed to be a trip to Oregon for family reunion but instead is a staycation. Blane and Melanie are coming down next weekend and I can’t wait to have some company. It will be fun.

So with all these words I better post a picture–per WordPress advice….

Posting pets such as this one will push the follow requests sky high.

Elsa is fitting in quite well. She went into heat on 07/20–two weeks after arriving. That was a fun time. I spent a bunch of money on diapers for her which she promptly removed. I would then find said diaper laying in the hallway without the wearer of the diaper in sight. So, we just gave that up. BUT–any of you that don’t have a spayed pet (take this as a shaming to do so) that is big and 70+ pounds get an adult diaper and cut the tail out. Nuff said.

Anyway, Elsa soldiered on, even though she didn’t feel so great cause she LOVES to take a walk. She has learned that walking is great fun-especially when out on a trail.

And what about Lily Pad? Aka Poppy. She has all the nicknames by now, but Poppy is sticking for a while.

Ok, I think that should be enough to carry people through the next paragraph. Although I do have some nice shots of our hike we took at Nerstrand Big Woods.

So we did that and it was such a nice day. I’ve been too hot for about a month now and so the slight cloudiness and cooler temps in the forest was blessed relief.

Before we did this on Monday I celebrated National Girlfriends Day with my National Girlfriend Cathy.

Keep Calm and Drink Beer DAMMIT.

Her front porch was the best. We were social distancing for the most part but Cathy is part of my bubble as we have been seeing each other since day one of pandemic. Like several times a week. Since we are locked out of the gym we have been running 2-3 times a week. So, yeah. sometimes we just need a few beers…

On the home front we got a new foster cat–Rosie is her name. She was in the quarantine for a few days in the bedroom.

I am Rosie. Let me out of this room. Now.

Then we put up the gate so the natives could do the hiss of disdain without physical contact.

You think those two intimidate me?

So, after a couple days of this I let her out. There has been a bit of the hiss and spit and glaring at each other but Rosie is not one to be cowed. She is herself at all times.

Dave spent a lot of time with her in the bedroom. FYI-he was “acclimating her” whilst lying on the bed watching TV. Anyone else see what I’m getting at there? She’s been out for about a week and she’s settling in. I think she could be with any family, although maybe not small children cause she’s not big on being picked up and held. She is big on following you everywhere you go to see what’s up, and she likes a good lap sit.

In a final push, we got a new car. I KNOW. The saga of Park Place Motors in Rochester MN (not EVEN going to link it because it’s not worth my time) continued on and on and on until I traded in my car. ,

The Jetta had a failed head gasket a few months ago. It had 83,000 miles on it and I am still mad. The people at the dealership were like, well, that happens. No, actually it doesn’t usually happen on a car that has been driven carefully, serviced regularly, and garaged daily. It took a while to diagnose because I took it in several times before that for the engine light. They wanted to do a 300 dollar test but weren’t clear what that test would do so I said no. I also took it in once to remove the testing tool they left in one of the cylinders. Yes, that.

So it finally completely failed and it was a head gasket and I was so mad but I paid the 2000 dollars and had it fixed. It took over a week cause parts were slow or something. I drove that car onto the lot with no other problem than a head gasket. When I picked up the car I was driving it off the lot and when I went down their driveway onto the street I heard a thunk in the right rear. I thought– but because I couldn’t bear Park Place and their smugness one more minute I just left. We spent a couple of months listening to that and trying to figure it out, including my riding around the neighborhood in the spare tire compartment. I finally took it back and I explained nicely that it was fine until they worked on it, and when I got it back it wasn’t fine at all. 611 dollars later the noise was two broken coil springs. Which, they told me, was such a common problem in the Volkswagen they just happen to carry the parts. Which is a big selling point if I wanted to buy another one. And it was a coincidence that they blew when I drove off the lot.

I.was.done. I asked for the springs that came out of the car, parts they say were rusted through which were actually more like sheared off. I told the service staff person that I wasn’t satisfied, I don’t know what they did but it happened on the lot and obviously they are selling expensive cars to people with lotsa money so it doesn’t matter what they charge me cause they are still getting their money. I don’t have another 3000 dollars to spend on my cars, cause that’s what I’ve spent there in four months. The guy is like Every Customer is Important. Yeah, an important dollar sign that you can provide crappy customer service to. Cause maybe some people don’t know better, but I do. I’ve hung around mechanics long enough to know a few things. And the most important thing I know is that Park Place is done ripping me off and I told them I’m never coming back and here’s why……

BECAUSE–I took the BMW (I’m just referring to that car as an asshole now) and had a 700 “tune up”, including 100 dollars to change the oil. I know, this is on me, why do I do it? Well, for one thing I didn’t realize some of the costs I was going to incur. Two weeks later when I took the Jetta in I realized the BMW was leaking oil. BUT I JUST HAD IT IN THE SHOP. So when I brought that up to the service person he says well, on this report card it says there’s seeping in the oil pan gasket. And I kindly responded “Well, when I picked it up and looked you in the eye and said Is there anything I should know about my car??? You said no, they have the bill ready over there” And then I was so mad I made the decision that night to sell the Jetta and get a new BMW guy.

Through the grapevine I have a guy AND I’ve heard he’s really good. So I called last week about my leaky gasket and the first thing he said was “well, it’s labor intensive and I’ll have to do an oil change”. WHAT? Now, in a customer service world Park Place just had another EPIC fail. Cause why didn’t they call me about the leaky gasket BEFORE they changed the oil??

This is a lot of words to say that the very night I picked up the Jetta I started looking at cars. I found a Subaru Outback, 2019, with 9800 miles on it at Walser Subaru in Burnsville and long story short, cause WordPress is breathing down my neck to post a picture post haste, two days later I traded in that damn Jetta and got me a nice shiny car.

We felt bad leaving the Jetta sitting there being sad, but I’m not putting in more hundreds on that. It had 86,000 miles on it. And many problems. AND we treated that car like royalty. I’m also hoping that the BMW can’t crack this car like it did the Jetta. They sat in that garage and plotted against me. I know they did.

Currently, the BMW is sitting on a tarp dripping, sort of like Elsa and her diaper. At least that’s how I see it. Damn car.

And that’s it so far. Next weekend I actually have a race. I know. It’s crazy. It’s the only one this year. I am kind of worried but also I want to run a race. They are limiting starts and have a bunch of waves so I’m hoping it will be ok.

More to follow.

Enjoy the day, wear a mask, stay six feet apart, and wash ya hands.

Sunset over the neighborhood

Get Outta Town

I did it. I traveled. Likely the only travel I’ll do for the rest of the year (The November OK trip is still up in the air for me).

Ahh, the open road.

Friday, 07/03, after I worked half a day I took off and hit the road to go North to Veselyville.

It looks long cause it is long but it goes quite quickly. And on Friday there weren’t any road closures. It was a holiday for most people so the traffic wasn’t bad–everyone had left in the AM so it was just us afternoon stragglers. I really wouldn’t have cared cause I was on.the.ROAD.

I stopped off in Moorhead, just before Fargo on the MN/NoDak border to get gas and can I just say–NO respect for the Covid there. Blane says they just “put it out of their minds” and that’s how they deal with it. Cause it certainly isn’t by wearing masks or social distancing. Blane and Melanie have to wear masks at work, but no where else and neither does anyone else. I got a couple things in the store where NO one was wearing a mask except me, and NO one was social distancing. Well, they sort of were but it was grudgingly and they were pushing the limit of 6 feet…by about three feet. I got gas and then briefly took a car bath with hand sanitizer and some disinfectant wipes. Yep. It was very anxiety provoking.

I stayed in my car the rest of the way and didn’t see anyone but the Blanes all weekend. And that was ok with me.

Did I mention it was super hot? We had the 10th longest stretch of over 90 degree days in the history of 90 degree days from the end of June until about 2 days ago. It was 2 weeks of hell. I could take 90 degree days but the dew point….

The temp was in the upper 80’s…at 11 AM.

That dew point is the little throwing up icon in the dew point chart.

Just a reminder….

So we were still in the thick of the 10 days when I landed at Blane’s house. It was hot outside, maybe upper 80’s at 7:30 PM, and it was mid 80’s in his house. I realize now that I am incredibly spoiled with central air. Incredibly. That was the hottest night and they do have a standing A/C unit which we turned on in the AM the very next day cause the temps and humidity were climbing.

And even though there was a huge storm early Saturday AM that cooled things off it didn’t last long.

We know that cause we went out fairly early to walk the dogs and immediately got too hot.

We didn’t last long.

I spent the two days I was there watching murder on TV and going in and out as we could tolerate it.

They have an above ground pool which I think is so ugly but let me tell you, it wasn’t ugly when I needed it.

Sunset on the pool

And after taking a dip on Saturday AND Sunday I was a believer.

Selfie Game now on point

I got a pic of Blane and Melanie which I thought was eerily American Gothic Above Ground Pool Style

Well, sort of.

It’s something about the scooper net. Which was Blane’s whole purpose in the pool.

Even the cat got into the act.

She was not amused

Yep–that pool was a life saver.

Even though we didn’t do much, and the weather didn’t support much walking or hiking, I had so much fun for the couple days I was there. It’s really a beautiful spot, and so quiet except for the yahoos setting off the fireworks from 10-10:45 SUNDAY night. Um, I guess figuring out that the fourth was SATURDAY was just too hard. Ugh.

This year’s crop is wheat, the most pleasant of the crops in our opinion.

There were also pets–

And Kitten is in the house.

Yep–it was a very nice time and I was sooooo glad to get away.

Monday I went home via Sandstone MN where I went to pick up our newest pet, Elsa the Lab

She’s so sweet and I wish I had some cuter pics of her. She’s very shy and timid but I think she will come out of her shell after a few months. We have learned she hates fireworks and thunder. She loves hot dogs, cat food, and walks. Lacey thinks she’s ok and I have to say one of the easiest pets I ever did adopt. She’s 70 pounds of lab for sure. Updates to follow!

So, I’m home now and it is what it is. Back to work, Garden is looking fab and my hydrangias, before this last storm, were really lookin’ good.


Lily Pad, aka Puddin Pop is officially adopted and making life interesting. This was yesterday….

Lacey on the side eye……

Sadly I can take pictures of her all day. If anything ever happens and they have to crack my phone for clues this is what they’ll get….

Just random parting thoughts–I got a LOT done on my sock while I was gone and will take a pic of that for next time. My sweater front is almost done, I finished the barn picture and am working on a fall themed piece for the shop.

Have a happy July!

Happy 4th of July

Just wanted to hop on and wish everyone a happy and safe holiday. Certainly this fourth isn’t what people had planned. Or maybe it is what some people had planned…..I mean I probably would have stayed home, but by choice not because I had to.

The neighborhood has been celebrating since June so it should be loud. However, I’ll be up at Blane and Melanie’s in Veselyville NoDak.

It’s going to be hot and humid and unpleasant weather but I feel the need to get away for at least a weekend.

It may be my only trip out of town for the rest of the year….I do have the November OK trip on the books, but seriously, I’m just not sure I’ll feel comfortable by then to be running with 5 or so thousand of my closest friends. Sigh.

But since we’ve been stranded at home we have been doing some serious home improvements. When I get back I’ll share the story…..

It’s Heating Up

We’ve got some 90 degree weather here. Well, above 90 actually but the dew point is 57 which is messing with my head. That’s pretty dry for temps over 90 in Minnesota. The weather guy in Mpls said the dew point was in the upper 60’s, but according to my weather app that is not the case. I will say it feels like the dew point should be 70-it’s insta-sweat the minute you step outside. Walking down the driveway for the mail almost resulted in the need for a shower. It’s not pleasant. I measure all my discomfort by dew point. Here’s a little graphic that explains dew point:

I mean, that’s easy to understand. In the winter our dew point is in the 30’s which doesn’t even have an emoji to express it. It would be a combo of a happy face and a shivering sad face. Either way, we we are currently not in the comfortable zone, more like getting sticky to unpleasant so maybe my weather app is lying?

With all due respect, you are a liar.

We are now awaiting the remnants of Cristobal, the third named tropical storm of the season. Bring it Cristobal. But get it out of your system before Wednesday AM when I plan to be running.

Getting wind and rain the likes we haven’t seen since mid 1800’s. Damn.

Well anyway–I mean, I wouldn’t expect any less considering our current state of affairs with social unrest on top of covid-19. Unless one has been living under a rock (I tried, couldn’t find one big enough with central air) one knows what happened in Minneapolis last week. The murder of George Floyd has unleashed a torrent of unrest. And sadly, it’s only one more in a string of many unecessary murders by police (in addition to POC, there are is also problems of police violence against people with mental illness) Owning my white privilege, and I have white privilege, I am starting a donation pledge to donate money from each of my paychecks until the end of the year to non profits that work towards reducing social and racial injustice, or that help the undeserved and those in need. I donated last week to the Philando Castile fund. I’ll have to find one for next week. Brandi Carlile has been streaming concerts from her home and she runs the Looking Out Foundation who are supporting Campaign Zero. I might donate to that. I have to investigate more. If anyone has any ideas please send them on.

I am sick about all of it. I’ve had negative experiences due to being a female, especially in the 70’s and 80’s, but I never had to worry that I would be killed for my gender, like worrying about being killed for my skin color. It’s not a good comparison but it’s what I have. Sigh.

To take my mind off of it, you know…cats. There’s always that.

Lily Pad makes all things better. Most of the time. Except in the middle of the night when she bites my head. Then maybe not so much.

Oh, and there was this that came along from Facebook. I sometimes wonder about Facebook. It seems like it’s all ads about skorts I looked at last week, or some jeans I wanted, or a fake Rothy sale I almost got sucked into, or even posts from people I hardly even know. But when they suggested this as someone I might know and want to friend….well, let’s just say all is forgiven FB

Oh Facebook, it’s like you really know me.

I was tempted to Add Friend but I’m not quite sure how trustworthy Boozey Bear from Bellingham is. That’s how they get ya–find your weakness and then hone in. Well played but I’m not fallin’ for it. Even though–Boozey Bear……sigh.

I went for a wonderful 13.1 mile run last Saturday, and by wonderful I mean wonderful when I was done. I’m trying to do one 13.1 distance (1/2 marathon) monthly just to keep in shape for long runs. I’m not sure when I’ll actually race another one but for now at least I know I can run that far. And by run I mean jog….and walk. It was a beautiful day up on top of the hillside by the Rochester Airport–

Big sky and shady clouds. And about 60-65 degrees. AND a two mile down hill drop about 3ish miles from here.

Oh, and in other big news we painted our deck furniture. It was old teak that wasn’t regularly oiled or finished or anything so we (and by we I mean Dave) spray painted it white. It still needs another coat but I’m not standing outside in this weather painting those chairs. The wood was super thirsty but I think now, after about 4 coats, the paint will actually cover the wood instead of just soaking into it.

Quit sucking in the paint ya damn 30 year old furniture. Seriously too lazy and cheap to buy new. We are sad.

Oh my gosh. I buried the lead on this! The other day we were walking the dog early because it was going to be–you guessed it–really hot. So we left before my work and did a little neighborhood jaunt and when we got home Dave opened the door to the landing and said “Oh My God a crime scene”. Well, I know we didn’t leave the door open so there couldn’t be a dismembered bird in the house (besides I shamed Puddy into knocking that kind of behavior off or she would lose deck privileges) so I couldn’t imagine what they could have possibly done. I peeked around the corner to see the bird cage from the kitchen ledge on it’s top, bent and mangled, the bottom of the cage gone, and no cats to be seen. Birdie was up on the kitchen cabinet singing wildly. I’m sure he was thinking “I don’t know why the hell you leave me up here when there’ve been obvious issues in the past…..”

Puddy, not quite sure if this is how the plan was supposed to play out.

So, I went on a cat search and why I didn’t take a picture of said crime scene is beyond me because it was so incredibly blog worthy. I think was was a little concerned about what might have happened to the cat that rode the cage to it’s doom.

I found Lily Pad, aka Lil Pud, aka Puddin’ Pie, aka I could go on forever but it’s not important right now, in her room (she has her own bedroom that is gated off) still wet from where the bird water spilled on her. So I’m pretty sure she’s the one. But really, who can know for certain. I think what happened is she grabbed onto the back of the cage and pulled it over, going down with it. Or Puddy could have pushed her.

I’ll push that cat over, I swear I’ll do it as soon as I eat my kale dammit.

I blame the black and whites, as we call these two–

Each one plotting against the other, although Puddy, being older, has more experience-and the advantage of more body parts.

We now have Birdie in a safe cage that can’t be thrown over a a ledge to the floor below.

Happy Endings all the way round. Oh, and we have since added more perches and toys. Birdie spends a lot of time out of his cage tho, tormenting the cats and living his best life.

And that’s the round up here. Still trying to work out at home with no gym, still working at home with no office, still staying home with nowhere to go–BUT traveling is looking up and maybe, just maybe, I might go to Grand Forks for July 4th. Oh, just think–getting away for a couple of days. How exciting. But we’ll see. It could all change in a minute. Fingers crossed tho.

Enjoy June–cause it was a long time coming.

THAT was exhausting

It’s Just Cats

I downloaded pictures for this episode of the blog and, well, it’s just cats. There are a few landscape shots, food pics, and some cell phone screen grabs, but mostly….cats. I don’t even have one of the dog. I did take one of Dave..with a cat.

Dave with a cat

This is my personal pandemic story I guess. You see a lot of them out there. Mine is cats.

Oh, and also being a nurse. I’m not a bedside nurse but I do work with the elderly and am trying my best to keep them away from the hospitals and EDs. I pointed this out on FB but I’ll point it out here too. In all the hype and pictures and thank yous to our “heros” the pictures are of men and women in scrubs, with marks on their faces from masks, and haz mat gear or stethescopes hanging from their necks, either smiling broadly or looking like wrecks. Not all of us look like that. I wish they’d show the rest of us in our street clothes working to keep our sections of the population safe and healthy. And it’s not easy, let me tell you.

Angie and I living our best nurse life pre pandemic

So as you can see, we are nurses and we are meeting the dress and decorum requirements of our job which don’t include sweaty scrubs, at least for us. And although we look happy in the moment, there are many days of worry, frantic phone calls, referrals, concerned family members–it’s all nursing. It’s our job. I don’t consider myself an hero and wouldn’t even if I were at the bedside. I’d be doing my job.

PS I worked bedside for 6 years so I know the drill. It’s hard to be so busy you don’t get lunch, don’t get to the bathroom, have to suit up to provide care, get fit tested for N95 masks for TB patients, and have people you’re caring for die. Yep. It’s not an easy job.

That being said, let’s talk cats, shall we? I got a new cat that I’m “fostering”. Well, I had her before when she first came out of the vet after having her leg amputated, but now she’s back minus a tail. If she keeps losing body parts I’m not sure how long she’ll last.

No leg, stub tail…..

She gets around really well. When I first got her a few weeks ago she was very constipated and incontinent of urine. But no more. She’s going in the cat box and I don’t think she’s constipated. She certainly LOVES to eat. So my days at home, inbetween work and whatever else I find to do, are all about the cat pictures.

You can hardly even tell she’s missing some essential body parts.

Puddy hangs around me and spits at Lily Pad, aka Lil Puss. She would like it known she remains queen of the realm.

Ignore that interloper. I am here.

She helps out where she can.

Jack is way more mellow about the whole thing. He doesn’t get ruffled.

Jack lays where ever he wants when ever he wants.

So, yes to cats. Full disclosure-I have about 47 more pictures of the cats on my phone from the past three or four weeks. I think, though, for brevity, we’ll just stick with these.

Today, Sunday, this came up on my phone (remember my phone–constantly reminding of events I’m not attending?)

Yes, that’s a cat as my screen pic, problem with that?

Although honestly, I am a little happy they moved it back to its original date in September because this–

It’s raining. Has been raining since early this AM. Mpls is the 50 degree bubble-that’s where I would be about now. Dripping.

When they moved this race to May from September I was not all that thrilled because the weather in May is unpredictable. I seem to remember last year was wet and cold…..

This would be my 2019 finish photo–me in the green between the water drops on the camera lens.

Yeppers. I am thinking that September will be a much better month. I would like to sign up for a few fall races but I learned my lesson with the spring fiasco. But thinking maybe Grand Forks again? I did like that one. And I can visit Blane and Melanie too. Win win.

So, off to do some sewing, or knitting, or maybe cleaning out the closet. Unlike others who have been covid impaired, I have NOT cleaned out every nook and cranny. Actually, all my nooks and crannies remain untouched. Although I did briefly consider my closet this AM–but that ship has sailed.

Enjoy the week everyone. I am on a three day week followed by a four day Memorial Day weekend. Maybe, just maybe, I’ll get to my closet.

When My Phone Messes with Me

Seriously, sometimes I look at my phone and I truly wonder why it’s messing with me. Often it tells me how far it is to work, not matter what time of the day or night or where I happen to be at the time. ‘Go to work’ it cheerily tells me.

This weekend I looked at my phone and this is what it told me-

Wait, what?

Why does my phone what me to go to the Crowne Plaza? I think it wants me to go there because I was supposed to be at Yarnover this weekend with my sister Martha and that’s where we were staying because that’s where the venue for the event was. Instead we were thrwarted by Covid 19. So my phone thought it would be funny to send me that little directional snippet. “Oh, let me painfully remind you of one of your favorite events that you can’t go to. You are welcome” Kinda like telling me to go to work on a Saturday at 10 PM. They refer to them as smart phones, but mine is more of a smart ass phone.

I cannot even with this technology lately.

I had to go to work because I had to bring my equipment home as we are no longer going to be allowed to remote into work on personal computers. Now, this is something I wondered about when we were all given access to work remotely in March. I mean thousands of requests to work remotely were granted. I thought Jeepers, isn’t someone questioning the security and the privacy of us all remoting in on our personal devices? Well, I guess after a month it did become a concern and we were told no more of that. We did have the option of trying to get a work laptop. Hahahaha. So being the good employee I am I picked up my equipment on Sunday. Ugh. My desk is overly crowded but I think I have it worked out. Next weekend I have to take back the stuff I brought home but couldn’t use. This presents a dilemma though cause I thought maybe I could get away eventually with going back and forth from home to office. But I’m not lugging this stuff back and forth. No and all the nopes.

Otherwise, yard work and social distancing, sewing and knitting, running and some working out is the order of the days. They finally cancelled the venue in Boston for the Case Management Convention. They kept saying they would hold this huge convention at the end of June, right up to the bitter end when the convention center shut them down. They are talking about a virtual convention but I think it’s just time I cancel the whole thing.

Next up is my Oregon vacation in August. I’m already rethinking it but giving it till June to decide. I’m just not sure what to do. I don’t want to be adding to the risk of infection to others, or get stranded in Oregon with the Covid. Because, friends, it ain’t over yet.

One thing I did do is finally get a USB cord for my dang Canon Camera. Yeah, I had the whole thing in it’s camera bag and no cord. What the what? Of course I’m missing the vital link to getting the pictures off the camera and onto the blog. This is not a universal plug by any means. Canon has made a port that only fits a Canon cord. Sort of like Apple and their phones. Well played Canon.

Anyway I was able to get the sunset pics I took a few weeks ago off the dang thing.

I also had a cat picture, cause cats.

Kindly let me out please.

And a sleeping dog picture

And it’s not even a great picture…..

Spidey Plant, the work plant, has now become my home office plant and is thriving now that it actually gets some light.

Thanks for the reprieve and please don’t make me go back there. I feel ya Spidey, I feel ya.

The gym has been posting daily workouts on FB. It’s really nice to have them as I have been doing strength workouts twice weekly. I wish I had better equipment as far as weights but am getting more creative as time goes on.

Weighted Cat Squats

And…..this happened on a Saturday afternoon.

It’s a beer AND a sock monkey

And that’s it. I’ll get out and take a few pics of my daffodils that are actually blooming. First success for bulb planting in over 10 years. So very happy. Unsure if anything will be news by the next blog post but I’m sure I can make up something…..

I’m not afraid of no stinkin’ Corona Virus…..Get closer

I am now One of Those People.

So I thought blogging might be good today. I like to keep up with my pictures so when I think I have a few on the roll I download, or upload (except for direction what IS the difference) and post a blog.

It’s an easy formula but when I did the transfer today 99.9% of my pictures are of cats. All the cats. I think it might make me one of those people….

Oh, I did find a picture of the dog. And this one of Dave….

This is where I officially threw in the towel.

This camera roll has me questioning my sanity a bit. I mean I’ve had virtual and even voice contact with the outside world of work co workers (it’s ok) and patients (they are more fun) but at least it’s something besides the cats, dog, and Dave.

Not that I don’t appreciate the company, I do, most of the time, and without a homemade mask made out of a bandana. He had a coffee filter in there too but I had him take it out after he became hypercapnic by breathing in his own C02.

And today, three days later, I actually made him his own mask. Like this–

No one has a mask like this…..

So, that being done I also finished up a quilt top and am starting it’s cousin, a table runner.

All of those star blocks were sewn, then one row of four done and put together, then all taken apart and resized. All because I didn’t trust the pattern. When I sewed the first row and realized how off the size was I couldn’t live with it. Ugh. So, it added a couple three hours to the quilt, which really wasn’t that hard.

The hard part was taking the picture.

It’s not supposed to include Puddy

Which leads me into the cat pictures.

I got a little foster cat, name of Lily Pad, although I just call her Lily. She’s had some sort of accident that resulted in a leg amputation. She’s very sweet and cute.

I dig this mouse

But she was also constipated and incontinent of urine and her tail was a bit draggy. I worried that she had some nerve damage so back to the vet she went on Thursday. Maybe she can come back today? I hope so. We grew quite attached to her over the couple days she was here. I’m supposed to be fostering but….I could be a huge fail….

In other cat news I got assigned a bunch of training for work. I’ll withhold comment for now but Puddy got into the act. ***

This is not the usual birds and mice that I am accustomed to.

She lasted about 39 seconds and then this–

Wake me when you’re done

***no protected information was compromised in this post. The patient in the training screen, Ellie Chevy does not exist. Although in previous trainings we have had many different cars types represented. I’d laugh if I got a message from Ellie. There are quite a few Fords too.

Back to the story, that’s how we roll here in the home office. The phone scene is still difficult but it’s getting easier I guess.

We took a walk the end of last week and I had to take a picture of this, it amused me so–

Oh Little Rock Face, you make me happy.
Or I’ve been at home too long……

Saturday, I ran 10 miles and then had a Zoom knit visit with a friend, and then walked the dog another 3 miles. It was warm and nice, didn’t even need my sweatshirt.

Saturday afternoon, a little more overcast. Look at my Allium grow. Go green.

And then Sunday….

Spring, you damn bastard.

We were a little surprised to look out the widow and see these two-

Regretting that northern migration decision yet?

So, Saturday, mid 60’s, today 26, feels like 16. And, it was one year ago, almost to the day, that I was trying to get to Ragnar SoCal and we had a blizzard….just like this. Two years in a row. I’m catching on to nature’s tricks now. It’s nice and sunny and bright today. Which is the way nature likes to rub it in. See the nice sun on the new foot of snow in April? AND it’s freezing out? You’re welcome.

But, there’s always cats….

And one non social distancing dog.

Please excuse my very close face.

So–maybe more of the same later? Most likely…..


Well–here we are. I’m back at work after my week long stay cation. I got some things done. The socks are at the top and into the cuff rows. So they should be off the needles soon. Pictures to come but they are sort of a surprise so I don’t want to reveal before the person getting them gets them. Is that mysterious enough?

I’m also getting through a shop quilt-there was a LOT of cutting and then some star block piecing. I do love to piece-most of the time.

It’s getting there.

I had a playdate with Cathy on Saturday. We social distanced whilst having a beer or two. We have been running 3 days a week and talking about how we should be doing the workouts the gym keeps so kindly posting and yet we haven’t done a one. There’s a reason I go to the gym and it’s not to work out at home. Of all the things I miss the most it’s the gym. I miss the trainers, the desk people, the other members I’ve gotten to know. I miss it all. That being said, I do have the best gym ever-when it’s not locked down. It’s left a big void. And I’m getting pretty soft. Maybe I’ll do a push up later. Or not.

We spent Sunday afternoon doing the Hallmark Christmas marathons. Everyone needs a little Christmas. We’ve seen them all yet we keep watching. Jack loves ’em.

Could ya keep it down please, and don’t move your legs.

I got a few wedding pictures from Maral. The deciding factor for my neck lift is in those photos. I asked Maral if she could please rethink her specialty from internal med to plastics. I’m sure it’s not too late but she wasn’t down with it and suggested Cody might be a candidate for a plastics fellowship. I’m not sure I trust him with my neck though.

This is the best of the bunch, in order of age as always.

Click to embiggen those pics, especially the group pic but not the pic of me, cause in the gallery they get cut off. Justin is in there on the end.

We keep saying how lucky they were to get married when they did, because 2-3 weeks later and this wedding would have been a bust. And they only have me to thank cause I said the weekend of Feb 15th or we aren’t coming (Stitches, remember? Not that Stitches outweighs my son’s wedding… really…..ok, maybe….). And we got to Stitches too. We just snuck that one in. Thank the Covid Gods.

On my last day of vacation we went up to the cities and picked up about 600 dollars worth of beer from Insight. As one does in a pandemic. We took ourselves to Minnehaha State Park and social distanced ourselves on a walk.

It was a lovely day. We took the dog and she just couldn’t get enough sniffing in.

And then we took ourselves over to Insight and got some curbside delivery. They gave us two glasses cause our order was so huge. I hope they knew it was all on gift cards. Cause we are the royalty of the gift card there. And we still have some $ left for later. I’d like to spend that being physically in the tap room. Someday……………..

We have so much, so much beer right now. We are going to have to buy a beer fridge for the beer fridge.

The sad thing that happened, because there was a very sad thing, was that our little Chat, aka Bear Claw, aka Bussey Cat (I don’t know how that happened) got very sick and we had to put her to sleep. She was already sick since Dave got back from DC. We had her to the vet and her blood work wasn’t terrible, but it was obvious that the end was coming. She was still eating well and felt a little better for a bit, but last weekend she stopped eating and by Monday it was pretty apparent that it was the end.

We social distanced ourselves to the vet where they took one look at her (we stayed in the car) and asked me if anyone had discussed her end of life plan. I said I already knew so I went in the side door and held her in her towel and off she went to see all of her friends again. She was a relentless little cat, always up in everyone’s face and no matter how many times you put her down she was back at ya. The other cats were sort of puzzled but they seem to have moved on, as cats do. We are slower to recover.

She was 17 or so we think, and she had a good run. RIP my little little cat.

And speaking of cats, Puddy is NOT into the whole social distancing thing. She never was a rule follower

Mask up cat

My Obsessive Planning Backfires

I was so, so organized. I mean I started planning way last year. My calendar was checked and double checked and THEN I started filling it up.

It usually starts with Stitches West and Yarnover because those are the same every year (FYI-have requested time off for Stitches 2021. This year Stitches was in danger because Cody and Maral decided to get married that week. (When given a choice of dates of two possible weekends, one of which was Stitches, I had to mention that if it was the weekend of Stitches my sister and I would not be attending-It’s Stitches people. Fortunately they saw things my way). I should have seen that as a sign of things to come.

As mentioned previously, wedding was fab-you-lous.

Just a little recap photo

So the change in plans wasn’t too painful.

And stitches…..never disappoints.

That’s what I’m talking about

I didn’t pay attention to the warning that the Gods were sending out and willy nilly starting making all sorts of plans–AND paying for them.

It’s cheaper to sign up for races early and I had this big 2020 plan of not running the summer races so much but focusing on spring and fall.

So far-in order of appearance:

  • Minneapolis Hot Dash 10 mile
  • Washington DC Rock and Roll 1/2 Marathon
  • Goldy’s 10 mile
  • Unleash the She 10 K
  • Running with the Cows 1/2 Marathon
  • Women Run the Cities 10 mile
  • Med City 1/2 Marathon

Right–gonna be a great spring. But then-Corona Virus and now this:

  • Minneapolis Hot Dash 10 mile-Cancelled
  • Washington DC Rock and Roll 1/2 Marathon-Cancelled and rescheduled
  • Goldy’s 10 mile-Rescheduled to the same day I have another race–in August
  • Unleash the She 10 K-rescheduled to August
  • Running with the Cows 1/2 Marathon-Cancelled
  • Women Run the Cities 10 mile-waiting to hear
  • Med City 1/2 Marathon-tenuous at best

Sigh. So yesterday, instead of a hot dash I did a 9 mile cool dash with a coworker.

It was nice out and it was a great training run for upcoming races…oh wait, never mind.

I completely understand the need to cancel these events. We are in a public health state of emergency. But my planning, organizational skills, calendar management–all for naught.

Oh and Yarnover was cancelled too. All the yarn stores and fabric stores are on lockdown but thankfully I have developed the stash and am set for quarantine for at least 2 months.

Puddy, on the otherhand, is completely out of control.

Um, housecat. I’m in quarantine all the time. Quit your complaining.

I cancelled my trip to Grand Forks next weekend, and a visit with a friend the weekend after. I still have vacation days this week though (cancelled DC Trip) so I may have that staycation I’ve been talking about for so long.

I am also setting up a play date with this girl:

Last playdate-rip roaring success!

Although depending on work the vacation may be a little shorter.

It takes a lot of energy to get through these days. I’ve turned off the news for the most part, checking in with the CDC for updates as needed. I hear a lot at work since I work in healthcare, some true, some panic based random statements. I am trying to keep calm because in my experience panic breeds panic and there’s already enough of that right now.

So, stay safe–more updates soon. Don’t forget your social distancing and don’t forget to wash ya hands.