Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Saturday, January 18, 2014
[Got delayed in posting this...it was meant to be posted Friday afternoon. Added an update.]
Darwin is out of surgery and starting his recovery; we pick him up tomorrow [and then Will leaves for the airport for his business trip]. They had to completely remove his left ear canal; the cyst was further in than it first seemed, so that was the only choice. There was some worry about damaging the major facial nerve that runs by the ear canal, but they managed to avoid it. His anal glands were removed successfully; there was a little difficulty on the side that had ruptured, but they were able to get everything out cleanly and [deja vu] avoid the major nerve that runs right under the anal sacs, so no "diminished wink reflex" to deal with [after years of Bean and her own wink reflex problems, I am *extremely* relieved not to have to deal with another instance of it].
So tonight is a quiet night, while Darwin recuperates at the vet. Tomorrow is hectic and full: pick up Darwin, get any supplies needed for his after-care, Will finishes packing, and then off he goes to the airport. Fun times ahead.
Darwin is home and resting. The surgeries went well; he has a drainage tube on the right side of his bum, incision in front of his left ear [which looks *amazing*, they did an incredible job], lots of meds to be given twice a day for two weeks, follow-up visits scheduled for drain removal in a few days and suture removal a week later, have to put cold compresses on both incisions 3-4 times a day for two days, then warm compresses for the next 10 days. He needs to be contained and supervised, no free roaming for the next two weeks, limited walks and mobility allowed. Going to be a long few weeks...
Posted by stacey at 1/18/2014 10:45:00 AM
Thursday, January 16, 2014
I have a love/hate relationship with this time of year. I love the cooler weather, greyer days, and autumn/winter smells...but there have been too many years with too much death, drama, and depressing crap during these colder months, so now they are tainted for me. I was hoping to break the pattern this year.
A couple weeks ago, on what was already a rough and weird day for me, I talked with a very close friend of mine, someone who has been with me through thick and thin for double-digit years now. They've been having hard times, fighting an annoyingly unfair number of illnesses and ailments...and they were just diagnosed with cancer. Fuck. Another good friend is having to jump on a plane tonight, racing time to try to make it to their grandfather before he dies. And just recently, Will's dog Darwin ruptured an anal gland [joyfulness]; during a follow-up visit for that, the vet noticed a lump/cyst in his ear. Took him to a specialist, and boom: he goes in tomorrow for surgery on his ear and his bum...and to keep it interesting, Will has to head out for a week-long business trip the day after, so I am on solo convalescent care for the poor violated pup.
I really fucking hate this time of year.
Posted by stacey at 1/16/2014 07:14:00 PM
Thursday, December 26, 2013
A good day. Continued our tradition of seeing a movie on Christmas Day ["47 Ronin"], with a friend joining in. Dropping off some peppermint chocolate after to another poor frazzled friend [a rough season to deal with a sick child and stubborn animals]. Then a mellow and awesome time with a third friend, playing video games, laughing and having fun, dinner courtesy of Panda Express, topped off with chilling on the couch watching a movie ["Now You See Me"].
One of the better, if less than traditional, Christmases...but then I'm a less than traditional person. :^)
Posted by stacey at 12/26/2013 08:37:00 AM
Friday, December 20, 2013
...when you get beautifully personalized and hand-written holiday cards from your business associates, and unsigned photo cards from people you've been friends with for years.
[Yeah, yeah, I know...the friends aren't trying to get your money. But the point still stands...]
Posted by stacey at 12/20/2013 06:19:00 PM
Wednesday, November 20, 2013
We just got back from the Austin Formula 1 Grand Prix...longer post to come [with pictures], but in the meantime, some placeholders:
* Trucked Will's car down, so much easier [and cooler] having our own car there.
* Stayed in same hotel as the Mercedes AMG Petronas team [the SLS Black that Lewis had for the weekend was *gorgeous* <drool> ].
* Awesome drive with a buddy over Twisted Sisters...sooo much fun, an incredible day.
* The McLaren hospitality crew were *amazing*. Many good conversations with Andrew, Gemma, and George, much respect to the whole team for what they do.
* Friday Free Practice was definitely worth going to. Not as many people, much more relaxed.
* Pit walk was cool, and our badges got us into the exterior of the McLaren pit. Way interesting, but not as cool as...
* ...the personal tour of the *garage* with Peter, a McLaren employee who has been with the team for over 20 years.
* Lots of swag: hats, bags, a jacket, headphones, earplugs, bluetooth speaker, signed pics of Sergio and Jenson.
* Speaking of signatures: Will persevered through ridiculously cutthroat fans and got his car's circuit panel cover signed by Jenson. Fuck yeah.
* Qualifying was much more active than we'd seen in recent races, which we were very okay with for our first in-person race. :^)
* Race day was hot and sunny...90+ degrees [and rising as the track heated up], sun beating down. Didn't stop us from staying outside to watch everything, though. Huzzah for copious applications of sunscreen.
* The drivers are smaller than they seem, especially when you see them out of their racing suits. Their weight is *strictly* managed, so they are wiry, lithe, thin buggers. Even the 6-footers seem small, since there are no extraneous ounces on them.
* Austin handled the event rather brilliantly...traffic was copious but manageable, and everything was well-marked, with lots of people around to help you if you got confused. Very impressive.
* The sound. Holy shit, the sound. Those cars are ridiculous. TV just doesn't capture it. The high-pitched pissed-off wasp whine as they pass by on the straight going full bore. Even more surprising was the low bass grumble they put out when crawling [hah! pit speed is 60MPH, hilarious to call that "crawling"] through pit lane...you just don't expect that, and you don't really get to hear it much on telly. I am very, very, very glad that we were able to hear those cars in person before they move to the V6 turbos next season.
Lots more, will sort through pictures and mementos and pull something together in the next week or so.
To sum up:
An incredible time, definitely want to do it again. :^)
Posted by stacey at 11/20/2013 11:12:00 AM
Tuesday, October 08, 2013
Speaking of feeling isolated: just found out early this morning that a friend of many years died a few months ago. I lived next door to her when I was in junior high and high school, and she was one of the few that kept in touch with me when I moved out to California. We sent letters and cards back and forth, chatted on Facebook, and any time I went back to visit my family, we always found time to sit and chat, some times for hours.
I'll miss her.
Posted by stacey at 10/08/2013 07:52:00 AM
Monday, October 07, 2013
A weird and sad dream last night: long story short, lots of folks gathered [include too many lost to time, circumstances, and death], all of whom made very sure to tell me that they hadn't kept in touch because I was "so self-sufficient" that they didn't feel the need to reach out. They were very apologetic, and went to great pains to tell me that it wasn't because they didn't care, or that they had forgotten about me...it was just that they knew that I wasn't someone that needed constant contact in order to know I was loved.
Annoyingly, I woke up crying...I had been in the middle of a conversation with my mom, and she was apologizing for not reaching out to me more. It was actually a conversation we'd had in real life a few times, so it was especially real. The dream, especially ending the way it did, hit a few deeply-attached issues: missing my mom, my friends, my family; the way I've been feeling a bit lost and alienated; the frustrating side effects of living a fair distance from many of the people who are important to me.
That last one was another topic that Mom and I had talked about a fair amount: the whole "living away from the people who matter". She lived a number of years in other states and another country, so she definitely knew what it was like to be "out of sight, out of mind", and to feel like she often had to be the one to make contact [and how needy and desperate that made you feel, rightly or wrongly]. We talked it over off and on through the years, never really coming up with anything that helped...it was just one of the factors you had to accept when you moved away from a previous stomping ground. Neither of us were the "force ourselves on other people" type; if we reached out a few times and were rebuffed, we accepted it and moved on. Doesn't mean it didn't ache a bit, though...as evidenced by the "strawberry daiquiri" conversations we had over the years. No answers, but knowing there was someone else who felt the same was a great comfort...
And while I'm whining: don't you hate waking up in the middle of an emotional dream? Good, bad, sad, whatever...that weird state you are in when you wake up is so bizarre. You are feeling some strong emotion, but you know it's not based on anything real; or rather, the feelings are real, but the circumstances aren't, so you aren't quite sure how to process it and get over it. Dreaming is such an odd thing for the brain to do...apparently it's necessary, but man, it can mess you up sometimes. And boy, so some of them really stick with you...
Next time, I'm aiming for the "secret passage on the stairway leads to the darkened room with the candles and the sunken tub and the floor-to-ceiling window that is looking out onto an amazing lightning storm" recurring dream...
Posted by stacey at 10/07/2013 08:51:00 PM
Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Once things calm down a bit, I'll get organized and pull together an album of before/during/after shots of The Great Landscaping Project of 2013...in the meantime, a few progress shots of the front half of the house:
|Looking slightly left out the front door [the neighbor's house is further away than the steep hill makes it look]; hillside being replanted, new irrigation system being installed|
|Down the front of the house: driveway extension, more hillside prep. Eventually we will replace the shed with a garage/workshop.|
|Side of the house - lots being done here: water, electric, irrigation; paving and cleaning up what was a really random and ugly area; making a better spot for green/trash/recycling cans; fence being extended and gate added|
Posted by stacey at 9/11/2013 09:06:00 AM
Thursday, September 05, 2013
A close friend of mine has seen more rough times and draining circumstances than ten people should ever experience in their lifetime...they are currently dealing with yet another dying friend, sitting with them, getting hit with that reality check yet again. As we were sending messages back and forth, I found myself typing out the bit below. I'm posting it here so I can have it for later...it is the closest I've gotten yet to fitting words to some of the stuff rattling around in my head.
I'm not afraid of death, and I really don't even worry about dying myself. It's the void, that hole shaped like the person you lose, that is hardest for me....the thousand and one times that you think "I totally need to tell them about this", only to have the reality hit you again. It hits a little less hard over time, but never completely goes away...and I sometimes feel like a bit of flimsy, delicate lace, riddled with holes that used to be filled with the people who were a fundamental part of what makes me "me". I'm still me, but a little less so for having lost them.
Posted by stacey at 9/05/2013 09:48:00 AM