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May. 20th, 2025 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
marta_beeThree somewhat-big stories of the real-life variety.
First, my grandmom needs full-time care. She's my last grandparent and well over 100, still pretty sharp mentally but definitely physically frail. I'm sure the assessment is correct. It's still hard to hear. Especially when they throw around the "h" word (hospice), which again, I know doesn't mean she's on death's door these days but is still hard to hear. Even harder: people comforting me saying they fully expect her to be around for her birthday next month. She was supposed to live forever!
Second, we're the proud owner of a shiny new toilet in La Casa de Marta, and not of the porcelain variety. Peeta had a few instances where she pooped on the mat right in front of the littler box, which was one of those high-rimmed types meant to keep the litter in. She was also pooping right at the entry way, so I thought it was too narrow for her to get all the way in and turn around (she's larger than Bilbo ever was). So I invested in a much bigger, lower pan she could enter in more than one place, new mat that had not a whiff of stinky, and enough litter to fill it. Plus some new pouncy toys because I'm a soft touch. )Kitties are surprisingly expensive for ten pounds of hiss and vinegar!) No more mat-poops yet so here's hoping.
The good news is she's much more talkative and we're finally setting some "No!" boundaries. The trick is crawling into her little kitty-noggin and understanding why some ways of doing things are really quite unacceptably tempting. What a strange place to be.
Finally, there's a work thing, not even a bad thing, but I did lose access to a certain database. Logistically, it's the right call. But how will I cope without my blessed resource? (I will, I don't need it, but durn it that was my emotional support database.) It really does feel like the end of an era. Possibly I'm more emotional about my grandmom than I'm admitting to myself. It's definitely leaving me feeling off-balance, though.
Here's hoping you are all enjoying some summer fun or otherwise have good things going on.
First, my grandmom needs full-time care. She's my last grandparent and well over 100, still pretty sharp mentally but definitely physically frail. I'm sure the assessment is correct. It's still hard to hear. Especially when they throw around the "h" word (hospice), which again, I know doesn't mean she's on death's door these days but is still hard to hear. Even harder: people comforting me saying they fully expect her to be around for her birthday next month. She was supposed to live forever!
Second, we're the proud owner of a shiny new toilet in La Casa de Marta, and not of the porcelain variety. Peeta had a few instances where she pooped on the mat right in front of the littler box, which was one of those high-rimmed types meant to keep the litter in. She was also pooping right at the entry way, so I thought it was too narrow for her to get all the way in and turn around (she's larger than Bilbo ever was). So I invested in a much bigger, lower pan she could enter in more than one place, new mat that had not a whiff of stinky, and enough litter to fill it. Plus some new pouncy toys because I'm a soft touch. )Kitties are surprisingly expensive for ten pounds of hiss and vinegar!) No more mat-poops yet so here's hoping.
The good news is she's much more talkative and we're finally setting some "No!" boundaries. The trick is crawling into her little kitty-noggin and understanding why some ways of doing things are really quite unacceptably tempting. What a strange place to be.
Finally, there's a work thing, not even a bad thing, but I did lose access to a certain database. Logistically, it's the right call. But how will I cope without my blessed resource? (I will, I don't need it, but durn it that was my emotional support database.) It really does feel like the end of an era. Possibly I'm more emotional about my grandmom than I'm admitting to myself. It's definitely leaving me feeling off-balance, though.
Here's hoping you are all enjoying some summer fun or otherwise have good things going on.
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Date: 2025-05-21 08:26 am (UTC)Glad you're making some progress with Peeta. I hope for you both things will sort themselves out!
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Date: 2025-05-21 08:58 am (UTC)I think the new litter box set-up may have been all that was needed. Now she's got something to call her own - no hand-me-downs for this prima donna - LOL.
It's been a rough few months for you, so sending long distance *hugs*
- Erulisse (one L)
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Date: 2025-05-21 10:47 am (UTC)Good luck exploring Peeta's kittybrain! It sounds like (expensive) progress, but our furbabies are worth it.
*very tight hugs*
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Date: 2025-05-21 10:58 am (UTC)I'm sorry your grandmother has to move. Hopefully she'll embrace the change and enjoy many more years for having good support. There was a 100-year-old lady from an assisted living complex who threw the first pitch at our local minor league team--she used her wheelchair to get out to the pitcher's mound, but then she stood up and tossed as good a first pitch as I've seen, right on the mark! Apparently she'd been practicing for weeks. :)
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Date: 2025-05-21 06:22 pm (UTC)i've found somewhere (FB? i don't really know) a quote: without pets my wallet would be fuller and house cleaner, but heart - emptier.
true.