August 9, 2018 | Comments Off

So Oliver’s session with the groomer didn’t go quite as planned. He was supposed to get a lion’s cut, but he’s running around 1/4 of the way shaved. I should have realized he’d have this kind of reaction to the sound of the clippers because he doesn’t like the pet massager or my foot shaver thing (for dead skin). The groomer gave it tons of tries and was very patient. She mentioned that he was the worst cat she’s ever attempted, so yay us. He basically couldn’t get away from her fast enough and was bucking like a bronco. So then we attempted it ourselves. I bought a shaver that was considered a “quiet shaver” and cotton balls for his ears. The vet gave us some gabapentin to make him drowsy. Though he may have been yawning, he was still too alert for us to make one swipe down his fur with it. The next step is to have him go to the vet where he would be put under and shaved by them. We are still trying all the other hairball remedies, and we are definitely brushing him more often. I wasn’t great about keeping up with that (there’s a reason which will be in an upcoming post), but he hasn’t had any mats and such since his fur didn’t grow while he was on the prednisolone for the past six or so months. In fact, the spot where he had been shaved for his blood transfusion (anemia issues) in December didn’t even start to grow in until like June. And he is a huge groomer, so I don’t know if being better with this will even matter; seriously, he is always wet! This is our last attempt before having the vet shave him down. I’d like them to do it anyway just to even it out, but Mark doesn’t agree. So yeah.

Speaking of my cats, the last time I was writing regularly I think I mentioned that we were looking at cat retirement homes in case something were to happen to both Mark and me. We visited two places that were close to each other and settled on one, though I preferred the other. One was $10,000 per cat, and the better one was $50,000 for each. We could now do the one I like, but we ended up changing our minds altogether and went from a place to a person. We agreed that she is just so ridiculously the right woman for the job, and she said she’d be honored! Thus, we had to modify the established pet trust with the lawyer and change everything over to her. I scheduled this lawyer visit out months in advance to coincide with my appointment with my pain management doctor. Two trips back to New Jersey would have been hard on me. When it was about a month out, I contacted the paralegal to remind her that our appointment was coming up and that I hadn’t heard anything back regarding the questions I had sent over awhile back. She made some comment about how they use a calendar system so she would know what was coming up when. It was worded condescendingly. I mean, of course they do. No shit. That annoyed me because I felt like she was talking down to me when I was just being my usual nagging self and sending a little reminder. Her other emails were curt and dismissive too, but she’s very personable one-on-one. It’s weird. Anyway, they did totally wait until the last minute to update our will and trust – she sent more questions and told me to answer them that very night. This was Thursday. She was off on Friday and our appointment was Tuesday. She wanted to “finish” things on Monday. She was now rushing us. So, so much for her calendar. I even got a call Monday afternoon saying they thought the pet trust should be rescinded and turned into a guardianship, which was not what we wanted at all. And when we got there Tuesday, the main paragraph on the pet trust was still all wrong. Mark was mystified. I just laughed. At least everything is now in order and notarized.

Also speaking of cats, the grey and white cat, the one who has been showing up mainly at 10:20pm to eat, hasn’t shown up in three nights now. I am a total jinx. And I am sad and worried, of course.

I’m still trying to find the right kind of medical marijuana that’ll help me with my chronic pain and/or anxiety. The only thing it’s doing right now is making me feel calmer and more relaxed inside. It’s easier to let things go when Mark and I fight. He gets bent out of shape over everything, so it totally makes him much more tolerable. My first battery was defective, so that was super annoying. And the second time I went to the dispensary, the guy said they were all out of the types specific for anxiety, but I heard another employee tell her customer that a hybrid works for it. One of them was just making shit up. So I got two different ones this time, and I think they both may be making my anxiety worse. I don’t know. I feel like this whole thing is a guessing game. They don’t even carry the same kind from day-to-day, so would it even matter if I found something that worked well? So far I’m not all that impressed.

We are having an issue with our renter at our old house. When the first couple moved on after a year, we had two renters to choose from. I wanted to go with one single renter, and Mark wanted to go with the grandmother and her adopted granddaughters. Mine was a year lease, and his was a three-year lease. He didn’t listen to me or my gut, and now we are having trouble getting the granny to pay up. There was a partial payment that was sent electronically that Mark didn’t mean to accept – it’s all or nothing! Anyway, he sent one letter saying that she needed to pay the rest in full. She hasn’t. The next payment is due soon, and we are wondering if she’s gonna get her act together or not. Our lawyer also does real estate stuff, and he said he’d do an official letter whenever Mark was ready to start the eviction process. I never liked the idea of renting to begin with. There are way too many fucking horror stories out there. In New Jersey, where the house is, the law is geared more favorably towards the tenant than the renter. I wonder if we will have a hell of a time getting her out if need be. He should have listened to my instincts, eh?

So I was on Facebook and saw someone who commented on another person’s post. This chick is a white trash menace. Believe it or not, she disliked me ever since we were in fucking kindergarten! See, her mom used to date my dad, and she never got over him. My dad decided to date someone better for him when he went out with my mom. Anyway, her mom truly poisoned her against me. She told her daughter, who then told me, that she scratched my dad’s face with her nails when they fought or broke up or something. Did either of us little girls need to know something like that at that age? I mean, Jesus Christ. And kindergarten was just total chaos for me. She got the teacher to dislike me, truly. She’d go up to her and tell her that I did things I didn’t do, and I was constantly being put in the corner while crying from frustration. This happened day after day until my mom went in to talk to the teacher. It’s a wonder I loved school so much when I started out with such a bad experience. And she always talked shit about me throughout school, though we never had any classes together after kindergarten. She was on a different track in life. So I clicked on her profile to see if I could see anything about what she was now up to, and she had several Trump 2020 photos on her page. Figures.

Lastly, I won’t be doing the color teal next year for my outdoor umbrella, pillows, gazing ball, and lanterns. I ordered teal lanterns from pier 1 because they were giving me more than enough of the blue I wanted out there. Well, unfortunately for me, though they may have been the same height, they were way wider; they took up half the patio table! So that’s a no. Maybe I’ll fall in love with something else when we go to take them back. I’m just so, so absolutely sick of the red that we currently have out there.

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