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Thrift Store

Oct27
2009
Rob Written by Rob

So today we’re having another high wind day, which is driving the dog insane. The windows are open, and every time a strong gust blows in and bangs a bedroom door shut, he panics. Every time the wind blows something around outside, he panics. Sam’s on edge and has just been freaking the hell out all day today, which has been driving me mental.

Kristi’s up in Sacramento with her mom today to visit her sister and our niece, and I’m here at home with the animals trying to get some work done. A bit of client work, a lot of trying to finish up Kristi’s new travel writing portfolio. Not easy to do when the menagerie (particularly the 140lb part of it) is so wound up. So rather than barricade myself in the office, I closed the bedroom windows – cutting down on the door-bang-panic factor – grabbed the car keys and got out of the house for a while.

I’d been meaning to go visit the local thrift stores for a while now, just to check them out. And lately I’ve been in a project sort of mood. There’s a Hope Chest Thrift Store around the corner from us on McHenry Avenue, run by the local hospice center, and so I drove down there to browse a bit and take a needed breather from OHMYGODITSWINDYEVERYBODYPANIC.

Hope Chest is a really nice thrift, much better than the places I remember in Orlando and Tampa. I’m guessing that’s probably because there are many more older established families here than in Central Florida, and so the items you find include many more older pieces. Go into the average Tampa thrift, and you’ll mainly find a bunch of cheap garage sale junk from the 70s and 80s. Here, you’ll also find a light scattering of items dating back to the 40s and 50s.

They have an exceptional bookstore. I found a woodworking textbook from 1950, in good condition, on sale for a dollar and picked it up; they also had a pile of books on home maintenance, gardening, things like that. One encyclopedia of handy home projects, dated 1966, included complete instructions on building an “atomic fallout shelter”.

When I wasn’t rummaging through fifty-year-old books, I was scoping out items for spare part potential. Scrap brass, chrome, wood, machined elements, that sort of things. Plenty there, and you can sure buy project materials cheaper this way than as new and raw metal or wood that then has to be machined. Like I said, been in a mood lately.

In the end, I walked out with that woodworking book for a buck and a determination to come back for more later.

Posted in Everyday Life, Projects / DIY

Monkey Update

Jul31
2009
Rob Written by Rob

First off, thanks to everyone yesterday who wished me a happy birthday. I do appreciate it. It was a good day: signed a new client contract (always a smile raiser for me), got good news on the family front, and had a nice grilled Ahi tuna dinner with my wife at our favorite local Italian restaurant. After she left for work, I settled in and spent the remainder of my evening playing the original Metal Gear Solid, from my recently acquired (for a very reasonable price) MGS Essential Collection pack. What can I say? I’m an MGS fan and wanted to catch up.

It was a good birthday. Thanks again to everyone who wished me one.

Long time R&K readers may remember Monkey. Monk’s our local outdoor cat, allegedly owned by the people a few houses down, even though they apparently do nothing at all to care for her except dress her in collar and tag. When it got really cold back in December, we opened up our garage and made a place for Monkey to bunk down and stay warm – we didn’t want a Monkeysicle on below-freezing nights.

Well, since then Monkey has progressively wired us and our next door neighbor for sound. She knows all our schedules and routines. At the crack of dawn she’s at our back door (earlier this year we started locking up the garage at night), banging on the dog door flap until I come out at around 8:30a, open the garage and feed her. (I call it the “Salvation Army Breakfast”; Kristi’s parents go cook breakfast at the local SA homeless shelter once a month, and the name just seemed appropriate to me.)

Anyway, then – from what I hear – Monkey strolls next door, drinks heavy from their dog bowl, wanders into their kitchen and stretches out for a nap. Then it’s back to our backyard for an afternoon of hunting and chasing and playing around in our somewhat overgrown back yard. All day I find myself watching Monkey back there through my office window. On really hot days she’ll seclude herself deep within our garage stuff to stay cool in the afternoon.

She’s usually hanging out in our yard or theirs until I come out at night lockup to padlock the garage door. I always check around to make sure she’s not in the garage before I do it; once in a while she’s there. More often, she hears me rustling around from next door and dashes over to say hello. I lock up and wish her a good night.

Next morning, starts all over again.

Kristi insists that I’ve created a monster. She’s probably right. I’ll know for sure when I go out there one morning and Monkey’s insisting that we run the TV cable into her garage apartment. Will probably have to draw the line somewhere around there, I think.

Posted in Everyday Life

Tuck Update

Jul29
2009
Rob Written by Rob

He’s bounced back again.

This time was a pretty close call: he’d deteriorated pretty far, far enough for us to start making decisions about end of life. With Kristi’s prodding, we finally decided to baby-bird him – pull every trick in the book to get him to eat and drink, keep him comfortable, hope for the best.

After a couple touch-and-go weeks, Tuck’s appetite started slowly returning. He drank more, slept less. We weaned him off daily tuna water (pour warm water a little at a time into a bowl of tuna, he would drink the water), got him on ice water (another favorite trick), and finally he’s back on regular room-temp. Now he’s venturing out of the bedroom on his own for food and shoveling down dry Innova without being prodded. He’s starting to gain weight again. He’s jumping up on counters and chasing around with Ruca.

This is the way it is with this cat. 999 lives. But for now at least, Tuck’s back to his demanding, irritable, sharp and active self. Hopefully we’ll have at least a few more months before another setback.

Sick Cat Care

Jul16
2009
Rob Written by Rob

This year’s been a time of ups and downs for Tucker. Fighting leukemia since at least 2005, probably since 2003, has lately been depleting his reserves; twice now this year we’ve seen the sharp and radical decline of a cat who’s gradually getting tired of fighting.

Leukemia – straight up leukemia, not “feline AIDS” – happens when the cat’s bone marrow is no longer producing red blood cells at a high enough quantity to meet his body’s needs. The pancreas will step up a bit to try offsetting the shortfall, but the pancreas’ ability to produce RBCs is supplementary at best. The pancreas swells up significantly as it’s overworked. The treatment is daily corticosteroids to stimulate the marrow, and strong antibiotics (because the steroids impair the immune system). That manages the problem, but doesn’t cure it. It only slows down the deterioration process. In our case, it slowed it down significantly: Tuck was given a three-month prognosis in May 2005. He’s now over four years into a three month death sentence.

Like I said, this year’s been hard for him. The first sharp decline came in March (we wrote about that here); he lost weight, slowed way down, rarely ate or drank, slept all day. The blood tests weren’t good and the vet said he probably had weeks left. So we kept him comfortable, found new tricks to keep him eating and drinking, and he started turning around. A few weeks later, he was back to his active self and gaining weight again.

The latest decline started at the beginning of July, the same thing again. Weight loss, sleeping all day, not eating. A steeper decline than the March one, steep enough for us to start having serious discussions over end of life issues. We decided to keep him eating and drinking, not forcing it on him but strongly encouraging it, and to see what happened. If he continued to worsen, we’d make the call. Otherwise, he’s been fighting his way back to life for four years – he might do it again. We didn’t want to count him out until we knew it was time.

And sure enough, the last few days he’s been gradually rebounding. Knock on wood, it seems we’ve bought another reprieve. With some luck it’ll be another few months or longer before we’re here again.

Part of the problem of tending a sick animal over a long period of time is that after he’s been acting normal for a while, you start forgetting that he’s sick. You’re still doing the twice-a-day meds and rearranging your lives to accommodate the illness, but it’s part of the everyday routine – the disease is managed again and you start lowering your guard. Then he takes a turn for the worse, and not only does it take a little while for you to properly recognize it, you also have to remember or relearn all the little tricks you used last time to turn him around.

This time I told Kristi that we needed to write a “Tuck Critical Care” sheet and put it on the fridge for the next time. She agreed and started sketching out what worked this time, and we recalled what worked back in March. I plan to type it up.

Many people, when that initial diagnosis comes down, decide right then and there to end it. I can’t blame them – the vet typically will offer up the worst case scenario (i.e., he’ll be dead in two weeks) rather than the long term possibilities, given regular attention and care. I can’t blame the vet for doing that, either. We and Tuck have been fighting his cancer for over half his life, a war that I’ve always known that we never had a chance of winning, a war that I never in my wildest dreams expected to last over four years.

I also don’t blame anyone for not wanting to fight that battle. It can be a long, hard, expensive, heartbreaking slog. I had my own reasons and I don’t regret fighting it – but I can tell you that it’s not for everyone or every situation. Responsibility comes in all shapes and sizes.

I just wanted to drop in here today and post what we’re doing, what we’ve been doing. If you have a sick cat, maybe it’ll help; I suppose it would also help with a cat reaching the far end of old age. If you have anything to add, feel free to comment. It’s all after the jump.

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