Monday, September 28, 2009

Joey Was Mugged

Last night I made my weekly phone call to a friend and I used that time to walk laps around my apartment complex. My cell phone service is nonexistent inside my apartment so when the walking was over but the phone call was not I sat down on the stoop. Joey was sniffing around minding his own business and once and a while barking with fierce joy when he heard sirens or a car alarm in the distance. Poor boy is completely blind in the dark but he loves to sniff the wind and to announce new noises.

All of a sudden from behind me comes this streak of fur. All I can see is gray fluff and huge blurry white feet. This cat. A Cat! Football tackles Joey out of the dark. Joey gives a snarly shriek in surprise and falls over. The cat leaps back two feet, hisses, and launches himself at Joey's other side before streaking off to hide under the cars in the parking lot.

Joey is severely shaken by this drive by attack and when I get him inside he has 3 small in length but very very deep scratches. I think the largest could have used one stitch but I decided we could live with the scar to skip the trauma of taking Joey to the emergency room (chemo hell in his mind) for one stitch. I washed them out with hydrogen peroxide but when Joey snapped at me then hid in shame and fear I let him do the age old doggy cure of licking them clean.

My poor baby.

Cats are the highest rabies carriers of domesticated animals. That unprovoked attacks are a sign of rabies. Joey's rabies vaccine is good until 2011. Rabies is rather hard to get, even without the vaccine only 15% of exposures result in infection. Joey was scratched not bitten and it's spread through saliva. And google is a lot of fun but not always right so I'm waiting for a call back from my vet.

Friday, September 25, 2009

For The Want of a Photo...

A blog post was lost.

The job ended two weeks ago. And it feel like it was yesterday. I have been meaning to post about it but I was waiting for a photo. There is this fantastic photo of the braid in action on stage. The actress is clutching all 36 feet to her.

It's a fantastic photo worthy of basing a blog post around. It shows all the good and bad parts of the job. But I don't have clearance to own that photo. It's been said I could have it under the table but it is not yet actually given to me. I think it's because there is worry that I would post it illegally on facebook. Ummm, no, not facebook but yes my blog so they are right to worry. So here is the photoless post and I can move forward back into knitting.

The only thing I can say about the job that I didn't cover in my last post is how it feels to be pushed out when it's over. It feels like something is missing. Like I lost a part of myself. Like a tooth. Even 2 weeks later I feel like looking over my shoulder to find out what is missing in my life. Whenever we dedicate so much of our life to something it feels funny when we stop.

Hmmm, I need to explain that last part. Dedicated so much of our life? After all it was only 16 days. Yes, but the first 11 days I worked from 9:00am to 9:30pm. The last 5 days I worked from 8:30am to 12:30am. My supervisor said we had to have 6 hours of sleep a night. Some people worked more. So it was enough, long enough, that I thought of nothing but the braid until it wore a groove in my mind. It feel funny to have that gone. For that groove to have no more use.