100 AND COUNTING
One hundred posts.
Wow. It is hard to believe.
One hundred times I have sat down and written an entry to this thing.
Amazing!
About two months ago, we took our kitty to the vet to see what was ailing him. The initial diagnosis was almost too much to comprehend. Hyperthyroidism, diabetes, cardiac racing, you name it, it seemed old Scruffy had it. After blood tests were performed, we eliminated some of it, most of it, and the final diagnosis was just feline diabetes.
So we started an insulin regimen, one unit once daily, and remove all soft foods from his diet. A week or so later we did another fasting blood screen. The result was that we moved the insulin to one unit twice daily and fortified his diet with a special food.
After ten days, another screen. Good results. He began gaining some weight, muscle improvement, better bathroom habits. We do not look for any more major improvements, but a kitty that weighed over fifteen pounds and had gotten down to just over two pounds is now back up to six or seven pounds. He still acts like he is hungry all the time, but he eats regularly and has a lot more activity than he did.
So after almost $600 spent on a 'free' kitty I have to say that it has been worth it to see the improvement in him. He is already over fourteen years old and cannot be expected to live too much longer but for now he seems like a much healthier and happy kitty, and that makes it worthwhile. I don't think he'll see the nineteen years that Tommy had, though.
It is a wet, rainy morning this morning. I got the yard mowed yesterday, humid as it was. Took most of the day even with the riding mower. I still need to get the area outside the fence, but I'm not going to get it done today, I don't imagine, with the showers moving through the area.
Yesterday was one of our granddaughters sixteenth birthday. And one of our grandsons becomes sixteen in about two weeks. And contrary to popular opinion, it does not make us older, it makes us younger to be around such vital young people.
The talking heads are doing so in the background. They cannot seem to make up their mind whether the reporting on the hurricane is more important or whether they should stay with the election campaigns. Maybe they should ask the viewers. I think the hurricane would win.
My family reunion happens this weekend. I look forward to seeing my brothers again and catching up on what they are into these days. The oldest is 70 and I am the youngest at 66. The other two fall somewhere in between. Three others passed away from 1994 to 2002.
My only surviving aunt died last weekend out in California. I hadn't seen her since back around 1992 or 1993. So now I really am one of the old ones. A member of the oldest generation of our families still living.
And maybe that is why I spend so much time on our genealogy. No one else seems to be interested, but I think it will be a valuable piece of history to our younger ones. Some of my relatives can hardly believe it when I can speak with some authority on people who lived fifty, eighty, or a hundred years ago--where they lived, what they worked at, who their relatives were, and what they accomplished, what schools they attended, where they are buried--they myriad of details that are not important, but people like to talk about.
And the most interesting part of it is the differences in the records as seen by different people. There is one woman who is said to be the daughter of two completely different sets of parents (although the purported fathers were brothers) and who purportedly was married to two different men at the same time having children by both at the same time. Each descendancy list has about 200 or more people in them, some intermarrying of course.
And I have just discovered there is a dispute over who the father of one of my wife's and my own joint progenitor back about 150 years ago. Fun all day.
I decided not to do any political stuff yesterday. It just did not seem to be the thing that meant the most on such a day. Yesterday was a day of remembrance and re-dedication. But that time is over and by tomorrow I'll be back at it again, I feel sure.
Y'all have fun and I'll begin my second hundred sometime soon.
Wow. It is hard to believe.
One hundred times I have sat down and written an entry to this thing.
Amazing!
About two months ago, we took our kitty to the vet to see what was ailing him. The initial diagnosis was almost too much to comprehend. Hyperthyroidism, diabetes, cardiac racing, you name it, it seemed old Scruffy had it. After blood tests were performed, we eliminated some of it, most of it, and the final diagnosis was just feline diabetes.
So we started an insulin regimen, one unit once daily, and remove all soft foods from his diet. A week or so later we did another fasting blood screen. The result was that we moved the insulin to one unit twice daily and fortified his diet with a special food.
After ten days, another screen. Good results. He began gaining some weight, muscle improvement, better bathroom habits. We do not look for any more major improvements, but a kitty that weighed over fifteen pounds and had gotten down to just over two pounds is now back up to six or seven pounds. He still acts like he is hungry all the time, but he eats regularly and has a lot more activity than he did.
So after almost $600 spent on a 'free' kitty I have to say that it has been worth it to see the improvement in him. He is already over fourteen years old and cannot be expected to live too much longer but for now he seems like a much healthier and happy kitty, and that makes it worthwhile. I don't think he'll see the nineteen years that Tommy had, though.
It is a wet, rainy morning this morning. I got the yard mowed yesterday, humid as it was. Took most of the day even with the riding mower. I still need to get the area outside the fence, but I'm not going to get it done today, I don't imagine, with the showers moving through the area.
Yesterday was one of our granddaughters sixteenth birthday. And one of our grandsons becomes sixteen in about two weeks. And contrary to popular opinion, it does not make us older, it makes us younger to be around such vital young people.
The talking heads are doing so in the background. They cannot seem to make up their mind whether the reporting on the hurricane is more important or whether they should stay with the election campaigns. Maybe they should ask the viewers. I think the hurricane would win.
My family reunion happens this weekend. I look forward to seeing my brothers again and catching up on what they are into these days. The oldest is 70 and I am the youngest at 66. The other two fall somewhere in between. Three others passed away from 1994 to 2002.
My only surviving aunt died last weekend out in California. I hadn't seen her since back around 1992 or 1993. So now I really am one of the old ones. A member of the oldest generation of our families still living.
And maybe that is why I spend so much time on our genealogy. No one else seems to be interested, but I think it will be a valuable piece of history to our younger ones. Some of my relatives can hardly believe it when I can speak with some authority on people who lived fifty, eighty, or a hundred years ago--where they lived, what they worked at, who their relatives were, and what they accomplished, what schools they attended, where they are buried--they myriad of details that are not important, but people like to talk about.
And the most interesting part of it is the differences in the records as seen by different people. There is one woman who is said to be the daughter of two completely different sets of parents (although the purported fathers were brothers) and who purportedly was married to two different men at the same time having children by both at the same time. Each descendancy list has about 200 or more people in them, some intermarrying of course.
And I have just discovered there is a dispute over who the father of one of my wife's and my own joint progenitor back about 150 years ago. Fun all day.
I decided not to do any political stuff yesterday. It just did not seem to be the thing that meant the most on such a day. Yesterday was a day of remembrance and re-dedication. But that time is over and by tomorrow I'll be back at it again, I feel sure.
Y'all have fun and I'll begin my second hundred sometime soon.
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