tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47926380430959847862024-03-05T17:10:13.374-08:00Cats, Jeeps, WhateverEllenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-53028056157984107492022-06-18T22:00:00.000-07:002022-06-18T22:05:01.380-07:00<p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Life Update!</span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Wow. Things are crazy. Little things, old things, and things that have been brewing for a long long time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4FN9pKIsHvsLR6U6DXmdGWpnGm96YghQ9KAtfWefAU-idnmrCfwHQ5bPkEAKHtnRLvmjziT2IadrttV-DdbuDTlq4_vxE7cMj2fK3hNz6LfWd-gyfDqJWRHF2A_cDyQeCCKy0JUHGSTROM13MVPM0tLzuzT6uWDBIGTL7yc4eigwh1bwS0J5j5oOaw/s4032/RustyBall.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjD4FN9pKIsHvsLR6U6DXmdGWpnGm96YghQ9KAtfWefAU-idnmrCfwHQ5bPkEAKHtnRLvmjziT2IadrttV-DdbuDTlq4_vxE7cMj2fK3hNz6LfWd-gyfDqJWRHF2A_cDyQeCCKy0JUHGSTROM13MVPM0tLzuzT6uWDBIGTL7yc4eigwh1bwS0J5j5oOaw/w320-h309/RustyBall.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br />Rusty is probably 20. His kidney disease hit at stage 4, he's had heart disease for 4 years, and intestinal cancer for 2 years and he occasionally has a really bad day. Most of the time he's fine, but sometimes he just loses it. Always fun finding little piles of poop across your room. And piss. And barf. The last week has been horrible: other than his incontinence, he's been sitting in the middle of the room an howling like he is lost and no one loves him. So, Saturday, he went to go back to his first Mom Margaret in heaven. I've been crying all day. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">New Knee. Scheduled for June 21. Finally. I'm not really ready. I'm trying to get all the parts sorted out, but I'm dealing with 3 medical providers and 1 insurance company and I can't get a straight answer from anyone. It's Saturday, surgery is Tuesday, and I don't know where I'm going after surgery or if the insurance will cover any of it. The stress is not helping. <br /><span> </span>I tried to get an appointment for the EKG. I tried to schedule online. It said Call. I called. The recorded message said that I had to schedule online. Uh?? So I just went and stood at for 15 minutes at the lab while they took everyone in the "has an appointment". When they finally got to me, they said I could have scheduled. I explained that NO I COULDN'T. I left 4 messages over 4 days, and still NO ONE HAD CALLED ME BACK. And, I it really hurt standing for 15 minutes. I still had to wait another 20 minutes to get seen, but at least I was sitting. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Music: found out when I installed Barry's radio that he has an old iPod, absolutely full of music off of CD's. And, he has all the CD's. So, I'm feeding them into the Mac 1 by 1 with covers. I had to buy a new TimeMachine backup drive. His 10 year old iPod still works perfectly. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Google has finally dropped the other shoe, and is getting revenge on Apple for the "less secure app" and "app specific passwords". Unlike Apple, they have crippled POP access for gmail. Zilch. Zip. Not Happening.<br /><span> Option 1: go for 2 factor, face up to IMAP. Problem: the work computers don't have a 2nd device. Google does have a nice option to produce 10 codes so you can log in without the 2nd device, but it's annoying having the office phone ring every time someone logs into google. And they don't say what happens after you use all 20 "permanent" codes. And, 16 character RA# Passwords. And, IMAP - so if you do have 2 devices you have a problem. The new IOS mail program does NOT have the option to leave email on server for IMAP. oops. <br /><span> Option 2: used this on my work computer: since it has an Apple ID, I created a new iCloud email for the AID. Then I got that installed on the computer. Then I just forwarded my gmail to iCloud. I had already moved all the shared Google calendars to iCloud calendars, now that most of the work computers have iCloud. <br /></span><span> Option 3: used this on the 4x4 Club computer: old Win10 running Office 365. Strangely, the SMTP still worked. Theoretically, the IMAP would work. Not going there. But, POP stopped working. So, forwarded the 2 gmail addresses to the Comcast email address. Then used rules to move them to the correct inbox.<br /></span><span> Option 4: used on my Mac. Since I have unlimited email addresses on my domain, I created Gmail@my domain, and forward my gmail to the new address. <br /></span></span></span><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span> </span>So, I mostly avoided the whole issue by forwarding my gmail to more useful email addresses. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-13871297482255996392021-08-04T19:53:00.002-07:002021-08-04T19:53:19.230-07:00Time flies when you are having fun? Rusty turns 19!<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjkooxZFiepp9prC1W4R2hQjRHOqTLJ0LwFU4Joal5z0KdYV1Ycs2AEdHYMAeZ3eyY7Ns6J5FQc1mr-87AgukOirY0aDFZQEKqeZwBbPhGoGxYwZi9AIv0btMTsiAWXZicqw8mNAzx67h/s2048/Rusty21Chair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1154" data-original-width="2048" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisjkooxZFiepp9prC1W4R2hQjRHOqTLJ0LwFU4Joal5z0KdYV1Ycs2AEdHYMAeZ3eyY7Ns6J5FQc1mr-87AgukOirY0aDFZQEKqeZwBbPhGoGxYwZi9AIv0btMTsiAWXZicqw8mNAzx67h/s320/Rusty21Chair.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;">And here we are. It's 2021 and almost everyone in my family survived the plague. I lost a cousin, and almost lost my other cousin and uncle. </span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">Rusty turned 19 (best guess). He's surviving. He's usually a happy cat, but he doesn't purr as much as he used to. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">He's 4 years into a diagnosis of kidney disease, 2 years into heart disease, and was diagnosed last year with small cell intestinal lymphoma. He doesn't like his nightly dose of anti-inflammatory, but it helps him feel better. And not throw up. </span><span style="font-family: verdana;">None of the cancer drugs seemed to help the cancer.<br /><span> And, he lost a tooth! One of his canines fell out. He still bites me. </span><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;">His fur is a little ragged, and full of little clumps, but he's still a neat, clean and tidy cat. And, he's still the smartest, friendliest feline I've ever owned. He comes when called. I'm going to miss my furry Rusty when it's time. </span></p><p><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></p>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-720120066120710732021-08-04T17:10:00.000-07:002021-08-04T19:22:32.075-07:00What this is<span style="font-family: verdana;"><span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="font-size: x-small;">I started a blog as Notes on Facebook, then moved to my old Mindspring page, but had to stop because I ran out of room. Later, I moved it to my GDrive page, but updates were really difficult. So now, I'm trying Blogger. We will see if I can get it to work. </span><br />
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="font-size: x-small;">Originally, the blog was to document the acquisition of my 2 cats from my downstairs neighbor (and the trauma that involved). But, now I want to add more: about cats, science, Jeeps, and other topics where I want to do longer posts than FB will allow. And now, you can add comments. </span><br />
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<span face=""trebuchet ms" , sans-serif" style="font-size: x-small;">Blogger is NOT user friendly, and has no way pin a post to the top. Stupid. Even more stupid, no shortcut links to the Archive, top of bottom. Sorry. This post has to stay dated in the future to stay at the top. All the other dates in the Archive are the post dates. Not the original dates. Sorry. </span><br />
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">But I realized that the reason I was hopeless is they were not true to life. No real world feedback.</span></div>
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">3 point bucks walking down the street.</span></div>
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Coyote (I know they're out there - you can hear them)</span></div><div><span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Foxes! 2 little gray foxes. </span></div><div><span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">Random dogs</span></div>
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">And random crazy drivers and gigantic trucks. </span></div>
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">And when the weather turns nasty, it's through the river and over the trees. I got a flat tire on a fallen branch.</span></div>
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<span face="Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif">So, I have my fun every day in a real world video game, just getting to work.</span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-77842671701265173232019-04-14T16:29:00.000-07:002019-04-14T16:29:35.631-07:00Turning 60 - part 2<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The last 6 months are a black hole. I remember the loquats just becoming ripe, and then nothing. I missed the berry season, and the fig season. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years were spent with my "sister from another mother" and her family, and my brother's family. Thanks to them, it was a really nice time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I started to notice the first early February flowering Magnolias and Acacias, then the early fruit trees, and now in April, spring is still fighting with winter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The deciduous trees have thrown off their dead leaves for new ones. The oaks have donned their bright green new growth. And the seasonal creeks rattle and gurgle with flowing water. There is a green carpet of grass everywhere. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So, I turned 60. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The first weekend was getting the gray out of my hair, and a lovely lunch with friend from former work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The 2nd weekend was my first bicycle ride since August. Short and slow. It's the next day, and I'm still sore and not moving much. Spent the day typing. Too many computer things to get done. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But it's a start. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Now I just have to keep going. </span>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-54745720632500927432019-04-14T16:03:00.000-07:002019-04-14T16:03:06.032-07:00Turning 60<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">It's been a rough 6 months. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Started in August (2018) when my mother called and asked me to take her to urgent care when it opened the next day. Raised by a Christian Scientist, my mother doesn't like to go to doctors, and usually delayed seeing one until she couldn't manage on her own anymore. So, this call sent a shiver down my spine. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The next morning it got worse when she opted for Emergency at her favorite hospital. A very long day later, and she was admitted pending surgery on a tumor in her colon. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">A week later, the surgery seemed successful, and a week after that she was up and walking. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And then it all went sideways. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">She died October 7th, 2018. She couldn't eat or drink - even water. Her system was just in pieces. While there was some temporary hope, it evaporated as she became unable to eat and just got weaker. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Lowlights: me arguing loudly with the Hospital Doctor who wanted to discharge her when she was in so much pain she was crying - a first in her life. Mom never cried from pain. Luckily our friend Leslie had her cardiac doctor on speed dial, and he showed up in jeans and a sweatshirt, and put her in intensive care. She survived the night. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Then there were the battling oncologists: 2 different doctors with 2 opinions on treatment. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And then there was Trident, who took over a month to file for her Death Certificate, and then 2 more months to deliver it to us. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">There were highlights: Mom's friends and neighbors all contributed to making our life easier. Watching her house and feeding her cat until I could find him a good home. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Leslie, our angel with more hospital experience than should be necessary. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Mission Hospice who made everything easy at the end. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">And, the whole family coming to Pajaro Dunes to give her a lovely goodbye in the waves of her favorite place in the Pacific. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I realize I didn't mention that my wonderful brother was there the whole time - visiting her in the morning, while I visited after work. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The sad part: she didn't make it to my 60th year. I remember hers. It was a big surprise party, but she wan't surprised. She died the youngest of any female in my family for 3 generations. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-20440626297977782222017-01-21T19:54:00.000-08:002017-01-21T19:59:25.807-08:00<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Ok, finally broke down and did it. I purchased a domain name of my own, and can now post on my own webspace. And email addresses. Forever. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Simple, since I've been using it as an email address for years. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">So, the website it back up, please visit if you wish. I can now add to it to my heart's desire. And, technically use it for cloud storage, but I'm happy with my current clouds. If they change, maybe I'll look into it then. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif;">Not a bad price: $170 for 3 years. Pretty much unlimited. Great technical service. Decent interface. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Then the Jeep finally got new tires. The old ones were from 2002. But it did very well at Sierra Trek. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Then the front end of the Mustang broke. (see photo)</span><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Now both the Jag and Jeep are overheating, and I'm waiting for the Mustang to come back to get the Jag fixed. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">All of this has cost an arm and a leg. But, I didn't do any maintenance last year. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">So, it all evens out. But I would really like to drive the Mustang again. </span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-70936131376471246172016-08-30T00:53:00.003-07:002016-09-06T17:51:02.006-07:00Frustration mounting...<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">I've had my website happily hosted on Google Drive for a couple of years. I've been very happy with it. I don't think anyone else has looked at it, but it serves its purpose as an easy link location for me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But now, Google has sent out a warning that it will end hosting at the end of August. Their email stated:</span><br />
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small;">We <a href="http://www.google.com/appserve/mkt/p/aImCqoHXm5VoS-IZbqpUQALdG5Cg40ZsIioPzn8EEFzzAYYB77ORgshPVfw5zj2a8qO2CY7P4D6sx0GmlZ_rXvCR6ut8C5QCQSFC_y_V9GxTe2ltSyGJAfL0mjBb4ZcV0JqVLz7X9w=="><span class="s1">announced last year</span></a> that we’re <a href="http://www.google.com/appserve/mkt/p/3l-I80fOicUfrXzg4yWa_nXhLgeakfe7H8lpJjph6jEgM0ZxEbY1YtDtl5-iI6YaYlvU7hrPZmwwR76t3Rp_J7JHEj7rMgfYiyUd1_-GbkDDJj8EIhoLK3iYmxWysxKg-KHFefg="><span class="s1">deprecating web hosting in Google Drive for users and developers</span></a>. Our records show that you might have used this feature to publish a webpage or serve other web assets.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small;">On Aug 31, 2016, we will discontinue serving content via <a href="http://googledrive.com/host/%5Bid%5D"><span class="s1">googledrive.com/host/[id]</span></a> and the webpages will not be accessible anymore.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small;">As an alternative to web hosting in Drive, we recommend:</span></div>
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<li class="li3"><span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small;"><span class="s2"><a href="https://www.google.com/appserve/mkt/p/djcbvwRSfS5Tlethkt05mCInQLzURKxPmRb6do08bC2GngneRYem-DrthkNEr7e2vti8dDAW"><span class="s3">Firebase Hosting</span></a></span>— An alternative if you’re using the web-hosting feature to serve static webpages with items on Drive.</span></li>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small;">If you have additional questions or need assistance, please contact <a href="https://www.google.com/appserve/mkt/p/QhDpFavCnrjvJ2L2EBwfroCQxQIQWNjhmDKIaCWKBLkRwyn2u7EAKf2SqWklmnLYESolRUxgmDoLkwC6GL9_"><span class="s1">Google Support</span></a>.</span></div>
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<span style="color: blue; font-family: "georgia" , "times new roman" , serif; font-size: xx-small;">Sincerely,<br />
The Google Apps Team</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Which is fine, except that Firebase costs money and requires a domain name. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And no one I've emailed or talked to at Google can tell me how to host a site on Blogger!! There it is - the first option in the email they sent, AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME HOW TO DO IT. I've tried Blogger support. I've tried Google support. I've tried the forums. I've posted questions. NOTHING.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Thanks Google. </span></div>
Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-81446493866137724452016-03-27T10:25:00.000-07:002016-03-27T10:25:31.355-07:00Spring Blues<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Spring is here. My cars are green with pollen, and I survived my spring cold. The hills are brilliant green, and will certainly still be green on my birthday. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But I'm still unsettled. </span><br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBt_uNnAQkeONqcYgJKvpEqiGc7nt2fhd8xaJ9ASMXp0Z8yuP6EinsP9UqFQy6yivWCJdkW4yXUfKGezyRR2YI_d-w5FOKjLEW5OozhOcIIZonw2kx3euGF5oIyMH3vlAotxNxvGgnm2SR/s1600/20160323_135911.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBt_uNnAQkeONqcYgJKvpEqiGc7nt2fhd8xaJ9ASMXp0Z8yuP6EinsP9UqFQy6yivWCJdkW4yXUfKGezyRR2YI_d-w5FOKjLEW5OozhOcIIZonw2kx3euGF5oIyMH3vlAotxNxvGgnm2SR/s320/20160323_135911.jpg" width="180" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Work is nice: I get to work with a bunch of nice people on a early iMac "network". Since I got assigned the IT guru in the first week, I now get to learn more stuff (like how to uninstall Office 2008 from a 2007 iMac). The commute is great, and the "other duties as assigned" includes walking this lovely, sweet pile of fur called Spicer. The commute has no traffic, and one of the best curvy roads in the area. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Why am I still not happy?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Glenn and family have moved back into the area, and I get to see them every so often, which is always a blast. Mom is thrilled they're back. She's doing OK, playing bridge, needlepointing and dealing with tech. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">But I still worry about her. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">For some unknown reason I've lost 20 pounds in the last 8 months. More sleep? Cooking for myself? Strep Throat? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I should be thrilled. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">The best I can manage is content. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">That's not a bad place to be - certainly a step up from sleep deprived and stressed. I just don't know where to go next. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-30197907899171338782016-03-14T11:52:00.002-07:002016-03-14T11:52:31.024-07:00Life, part 2<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I finally have a job. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I enjoyed my year's vacation, but I really needed to get back to work. Noth</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">ing scientific - I've explored all those jobs, and there was nothing in my field. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">So, I'm now a bookkeeper. Back to where I started! Thanks Dad - you trained me well. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I'm doing paper & pencil bookkeeping for a small travel agency that specializes in scientific based trips: eclipses, transits, botany and exotic locations. High end. I don't get to do any traveling (yet), but I've seen their trips for years and wanted to go there & do that. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Location? Dream commute! It's at the top of Montebello Road, right below Ridge Winery. I really enjoy the drive. But it's taking a toll on my brakes and gas mileage. </span>Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-48291168143854955622016-03-12T18:51:00.000-08:002016-03-12T19:02:31.882-08:00In memory of my “Little Green Eyes” <span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Monday, April 27, 2015</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I still miss little Tigger. She had the most beautiful green eyes although she would never let you see them. I wish she had lived long enough to become a loving pet. I found this song and wrote down the lyrics when she died, but haven’t posted them for some reason. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Words: Mercedes Lackey, Music: Kathy Mar</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Silent City, silent ruin stands alone.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Nothing left there but a wall piled stone on stone.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">And beneath it, where the cellar used to be</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">lies a hidden sheltered place no one can see.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">From that rubble two green eyes appear and blink, </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">and a tabby cat steps timid through a chink.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">In the twilight, in the silent evening gloom,</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Tabby shadow runs with joy from room to room. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Here his chair and there his bowl, and all the rest,</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">and his people, all the ones that he loves best.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">With a tiny cry of bliss he greets them there.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Was it magic brought them back to him again?</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes, is it hunger makes you see,</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">all the walls now where your old home used to be?</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes, is it cold that clouds your sight</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">so the phantom fills with sound and warmth and light?</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes is it loneliness at last</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">makes you build once more this vision of the past.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But the vision disappears into the night.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Gone the people, banished are the warmth and light. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes you are by your hopes betrayed</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">all your memories are shadows and they fade. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">When they've left your self deceit you realize.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">is it human grief and loss that fills your eyes?</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Tabby shadow slips in sorrow to the stone</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes curled in pain so all alone.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">But as dawn breaks and the stones are touched with light,</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">he is fading with the shadows and the night.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes isn't really there at all,</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">one more ghost that haunts this fine old crumbling wall.</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes, is it hunger makes you see,</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">all the walls now where your old home used to be?</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes, is it cold that clouds your sight</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">so the phantom fills with sound and warmth and light?</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">Little Green Eyes is it loneliness at last</span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">makes you build once more this vision of the past.</span></span></div>
Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-32090764020168485552016-03-12T18:49:00.002-08:002016-03-12T19:02:31.865-08:00Rusty - Later<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Monday, March 31, 2014</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Still my beautiful big boy. Happy to be an only cat, and still very friendly and outgoing.</span></span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-85262063356860207352016-03-12T18:46:00.000-08:002016-03-12T19:02:31.901-08:00Dream<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Sunday, September 9, 2012</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I had a dream - a last dream before waking - vivid and clear in 3 out of 5 senses. </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I was sitting in my Jeep, and Tigger was sitting on the seat next to me. She was sleek and svelte, her tail was full length, her eyes brilliant green. She was purring, and I pet her just as I would any other cat - and her fur was soft as silk. </span></span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-71002625314357554942016-03-12T18:43:00.001-08:002016-03-12T20:23:40.813-08:00One year later<span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Wednesday, March 9, 2011</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: "trebuchet ms" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Well, it’s a bit more than a year, but here she is! I don’t know exactly what she weighs because I still can’t pick her up, but there is about half as much as before. And she hasn’t been starving either. While she eats amazingly fast, she usually leaves a couple of bites for Rusty. . </span></span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-16074740307838439152016-03-12T18:39:00.002-08:002016-03-12T19:02:31.856-08:00Too Small...<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Thursday, February 24, 2011</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> She doesn’t do much more than sleep and eat, but I can occasionally coax her to play. Unfortunately, my 2 week vacation set us back to square one and she is back to being skittish. I can pet her, but she won’t come sit on my lap any more. </span></span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-87798301920060301532016-03-12T18:35:00.001-08:002016-03-12T19:02:31.905-08:00Acting like a cat...<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Wednesday, November 24, 2010</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Tigger has been acting like a real cat! She’s been jumping up on the sofa, sleeping in my lap, and letting me pet her! I even get a very soft purr on occasion. But, she’s still very skittish and will jump off if I move at all. So, I have to sit very still. </span></span></div>
Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-9806674199109341662016-03-12T18:34:00.002-08:002016-03-12T19:02:31.909-08:00Tigger on a hot day<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Thursday, September 2, 2010</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Well, it was a very hot day, and Tigger just couldn’t stand the heat any more. It isn’t the most elegant pose, but it is the most unguarded I’ve ever seen her. And, it’s the first time I’ve seen her tummy since she was at the vet - unconscious. </span></span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-29670208907127670752016-03-12T18:30:00.004-08:002016-03-12T19:02:31.860-08:00One small step...<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Wednesday, June 9, 2010</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">As I was sitting on the sofa with Rusty across my lap (and a good chunk of the rest of the sofa), little Miss Tigger walked up to the other side of the sofa and looked up at us. And then the most amazing thing happened - she jumped up on the sofa. Then she walked slowly over and lay down in my lap next to Rusty! </span></span></div>
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> She let me pet her. Then she purred! And she stayed there for an hour and a half, just letting me pet her gently, even after Rusty left. </span></span></div>
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Ellenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17404060941370262481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4792638043095984786.post-48849381303243421802016-03-12T18:26:00.005-08:002016-03-12T19:02:31.884-08:00Harmony<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Original Post: <b>Saturday, May 8, 2010</b></span><br />
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<span class="s1"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Tigger isn’t so sure she wants to be on the bottom. </span></span></div>
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