A long overdue update
Next year in Jerusalem…
Sorry for the long blog silence. Since arriving in Texas (aka Ebola Central — 2nd Ebola case in Dallas now) I’ve been going like the enegizer bunny trying to get things organized for my Ema, amid caring for 3 very sick little cats with respiratory infections that so far have not been diagnosed and are not responding to any of the treatments the vets (multiple) have tried, and grading.
We’ve got the kitchen re-organized, everything out of the garage and sorted, then re-organized and put back into
some new tool cabinets we needed to buy. I’m slowly getting my grandfather’s tools in shape and put away. My brother inherited a ton of tools of all sorts from my grandparents — they’d gotten into bad shape after my grandfather’s death and, since my brother’s house was under construction when they were brought back, they simply got stored in that bad shape and so, of course, got in worse shape. So I’ve been spending about an hour an evening armed with DW-40 and copious steel wool pads and painstakingly removing years of rust off them and organizing them so that they can actually be used.
We’ve gotten my mother’s office room mostly organized (still more work to do there) and the only closet in the house organized.
Taking care of all the cats takes about 3 hours a day just in terms of feeding and cleaning the litterboxes and that doesn’t count medicating, cleaning the (various) enclosure kitties’ habitats and our habitat with all the inside kitties — five are in the room I’m sleeping in (Mischa, Batya, Nesicha –in her tiny cage– Tinoket, and Smokey One Eye) — Fluffy, Leeza, Tzeekada, Tzofia, Missy, Yafah, Muffin, Smokey, Nipper, Shyla, and Mia have the run of the main part of the house, and Minette has the office as her habitat. Shyla, Smokey and Nipper all have this horrible respiratory virus and so are getting medicines, special food, and needing to be nebulized (you put them into a cat carrier, cover it securely, and use a machine to pump oxygen with a medication that turns into a vapour into it to help clear their lungs) multiple times a day. So far, we are not seeing any improvements and if Nipper, who is in the worst shape from it, is not markedly improved by Tuesday, we are going to need to take him to a respiratory specialist because the vets are pretty much at a loss. Shyla has had it as an underlying condition for two years now with periods of appearing in relatively good health and then having relapses. Nipper is just dog sick with it currently.
Last night we had the first meal from the garden — well, part of the meal — with the micro-greens I planted making the first garden salad. I’ve got bok choy growing in a container, two grocery-store lettuces doing the re-grow thing in containers along with some celery and green onions, and a ton of lettuce, arugula, kale, and mustard green seedlings nearly ready for transplant into the square foot garden — as soon as I get time and cooperative weather to double-dig the base soil and mix up the soil to put in as the main growing environment.
We had a hell of a storm a few weeks ago and a huge limb off the pecan tree snapped halfway off and thudded onto the roof. We needed to get the tree people out to cut it and a lot of other limbs that needed to come off of it and the other trees over-hanging the house. They did a crappy job and so I scarified my Ema by climbing up on a ladder armed with a saw and removing a bunch more.
The diet is so not working. I can’t understand how eating under 1200 calories a day and almost no carbs in the mix has resulted in losing only 3 pounds in five weeks.
Other things I’m doing right now: I’ve signed up for a bunch of online web design and computer programming and database courses, working on getting non-profit status for the sanctuary (miles of paperwork), grading seminar papers, and knitting a sweater for my niece. I got the laptop computer finally freed from the trojan but the 6 month old tablet still has no sound because it still will not recognize the sound driver and I’m at my wits’ end with it.