One gay gals' musings and observations while travelling on the streetcar
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The Heavy
Jul 27th
The cat and I are on the outs. Although, things have looked up tonight, they haven’t been so cheery the last week. Allow me to explain.
A few weeks ago I took our little Sophie to the vet for her annual visit. Last year, all went well, she was at a good weight, her teeth were excellent and everything was fine. I was expecting a similar visit this time around.
Everything was going smoothly until the doctor opened up her mouth and told me that she had terrible teeth. I asked how that was possible when 12 months ago the other doctor told me she had great teeth. He held her mouth open as he told me the name of the condition: Feline odontoclastic resorptive lesions.
(Not so) Quick Summary
Jun 8th
I haven’t really felt much like blogging lately. The frustration that has taken over at the office has sapped me of the energy and desire to blog. But, as my in-house HR professional so eloquently reminded me earlier today, “don’t get caught up in things. You have options, you’ll be out of there whereas those people are stuck there. That office is their entire life.”
So, with that in mind, I am trying my best to take each day as it comes. There is a lot of potential for drama, especially with the long-term employees who aren’t too thrilled with change. I’m checking job postings every night and sending my resume off to the ones I think would be a good fit for me. I’ve been through this before, I know that it takes awhile to find the right move.
What else has been happening in the land of Streetcar Chronicles?
S and I decided to tackle the room we’d been using as an office. Calling it an office is being entirely too polite. Essentially, the room was just used as storage. Oh sure, we have the router, modem and printer in there, but we also had boxes from when we moved in that needed to be looked through. Guests to the house probably looked in that room and thought, “wow, these girls are two –steps away from becoming hoarders.”
How to go down the stairs
Apr 18th
Sophie likes to spend a lot of time on the stairs. Mostly she sleeps on them but she’s also been known to stay on one of the steps and then watch us through the banister. It’s kind of weird, but no where near as weird as this cat’s activies on the stairs:
Saturday Shenanigans
Dec 14th
S and I have another four day weekend as we took Friday and today off in our attempts to use up vacation days before the end of the year. It’s been a pretty low-key weekend except for Saturday, which was totally bonkers.
The shenanigans started when our friend, Stacy, the dog groomer arrived to groom the gal pal. She had loaded all of her equipment onto the front porch so when she knocked, it was quicker for her to bring everything inside at once. In addition to grooming the dog, she also cuts the cat’s nails because quite frankly, we’d likely injure ourselves if we tried to do it.
Everything was going along fine; the dog was being groomed in the kitchen, S was getting ready and I was working on the computer. Stacy let me know that she was finishing up with the pup, so I went in search of the cat. She hates having her nails cuts so whenever she sees Stacy, she hides. The last time, we had to struggle with getting her out from under the couch in the basement.
Thinking she would be down there again, I began my search there. There was no sign of her. I looked under the basement stairs but didn’t see her there either. I had a quick look around the bookcases and storage boxes thinking she’d curled up somewhere but didn’t find her.
Scrambling and Miscues
Oct 10th
We had our lesbian neighbours over for wine and appetizers last night. I think the night went well but S thinks we won’t be seeing them again. Its’ not that things went horribly wrong, quite the opposite. Upon their arrival, S gave them a tour of the house upon their arrival while I put the warm appetizers in the oven.
With the tour over, we chatted about the similarities and differences between our two houses. While the warm appetizers were baking, we brought out the cheese, crackers, shrimp and wine. We chatted about the neighbourhood, our jobs and families and all of the other stuff that people usually talk about when getting to know each other.
Around nine, they said they should be going since they had a friend coming in from out of town who would be staying with them for the weekend. We walked them out and said good-night. As soon as they were out of earshot, S turned to me and said, “Well, we won’t be seeing them again any time soon.”
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