After last night’s drama, today was relatively peaceful. I elected to skip the gabapentin dosing for Charlie and Clancy since trying to pill them created a lot of stress (not to mention some bloodshed on my part). Without the drugs, the Boys handled the 7+ hour drive like seasoned pros (they are telling me they…
Author: victoria
Alameda to Raleigh: Day Three (extra)
Lost in the panic of a missing cat last night was a rather amusing happening. Monday morning I went out to pack the car, only to discover that one of the jugs of water I brought from Alameda hat tipped in the back seat. All of the towels and our old “couch blanket” were damp,…
Alameda to Raleigh: Day Three
The cat-pilling didn’t go much better today, though I did get most of both in Charlie and one in Clancy. My fingers paid the price, though. Ouch. I was concerned at the lack of litter box use (for #2) and worried that Clancy would have another volcanic blast. But we needed to get going, so…
Alameda to Raleigh: Day Two
Fam. This has not been our best travel day. I pray it’s our worst. 6:00 a.m. Time to give the Boys their pills. Neither one will eat a Pill Pocket, even an empty one. So I spent 15 minutes wrestling with each of them, trying to pill them the old-fashioned way (open mouth, shove pill…
Alameda to Raleigh: Day One
I’m really doing this. Most of our stuff started toward Raleigh earlier this week, and the Boys and I air-mattressed it for a week. Today it was our turn to hit the road. I had worked right up until Thursday (note to self: don’t do that next time: give yourself a week buffer, for goodness…
Transition Mantra
As shit gets more real And I find myself slightly unsteady Under the influence of False Evidence Appearing Real I commit myself to choosing Inspiration Over Fear ????????????
Farewell To My Imaginary Big Brother
When I was little, I was obsessed with The Partridge Family. As an only child, I especially wanted to have lots of brothers and sisters and to be in a band. I would have given just about anything to have had Keith Partridge be my big brother. As I outgrew my Partridge Family obsession, it…
My Broken, Portland Punk-Loving, Heart
It’s been a rough year for my Portland Punk-loving heart. Over the weekend I learned that Fred Cole, the lead singer/guitarist for one of my all-time favorite bands, passed away from complications related to cancer. Fred, Toody, and Andrew were the fucking BEST. They loved their fans as much as we loved them. Fred always…
Strange Limbo
I am at the point in my planned relocation to North Carolina where I’m marking my remaining time in the San Francisco Bay Area in weeks, even days. Today I sent my property manager notification of my intended departure date (we had talked previously about my plan to move, so it will not be a…
Shrouded In Smoke
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