Snuggle Buddy

With outside temperatures below zero degrees Fahrenheit and the house colder than normal to save money on the electricity bill, I felt uninspired to get out of bed early. Instead I turned on my Kindle Fire and found a book not read in several years.

Jezebel decided to join me. She’s not a lap cat and tends to hang around us on the periphery. The fact she curled up in the crook of my arm for a good two hours warmed my heart.

No Paparazzi, Please...

As I type this she has circled my seat several times, going from her kitty condo by the window to lay across the sofa cushions from me, then perching next to my arm. Now she’s settled on the back of this couch.

Who doesn’t like quiet companionship on a cold day?

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Things Are Looking Up (?)

Well, our perfectly fine 2013 Chevy Volt has been totaled by the insurance company. Hidden damage to a very important battery skyrocketed the cost to more than the vehicle’s monetary value. While disheartened, I’ve been assured by my husband it would probably never have driven the same again, anyway.

That car fit our lifestyle so well, and Volts are no longer in production, but my husband is willing to go pre-owned. The charging station mounted in our garage cost over a thousand dollars, providing serious incentive. He hopes we can afford a 2017 model, which would be an upgrade over 2013 technology.

We have to wait on the insurance reimbursement check, of course.

In other news, tomorrow our area is supposed to see the coldest temperatures of the season. So of course our heat pump acted up. ~sigh~ I am happy to report the repairman made it out within hours. And the $3,000 (US) replacement part (!) for our high end unit is under warranty. We hope it will come in for replacement on Friday.

Thank heaven the heat pump has an electric back-up!

Is it too paranoid of me to think the warranty company will find a way to weasel out of paying and make us foot the bill?

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Truth Can Be Stranger Than Fiction – Or Reflect It? And a Joyous Report

Trying to escape my mental funk, I have been looking at the prose written during National Writing Month last November. It’s been interesting. And a tiny bit creepy.

Today I came to a half forgotten passage in which my character wrapped her car around a utility pole, set off the airbags, and suffered minor whiplash.

Now I’m going to share a rotten little confession. Exchanging messages with a dear local friend, I admitted hoping the hit-and-run driver is sitting in jail with, of all things, minor whiplash. He replied, “lol mean lol”.

I must reiterate my use of the word ‘minor’. ~nods~ My husband informed me that all her misdemeanors could result in a year’s imprisonment. It seems to me justice would better be served with the woman performing community service.

On a happy note, I saw both of my surviving kuhli loaches alive and (seeming) well this afternoon. The typhoid mollies kept taking food out of their mouths, though.

I didn’t even think mollies would eat algae tablets. ??? Tomorrow I’m going to bury those skinny, slippery little guys’ chow in an empty snail shell where the mollies shouldn’t fit.

Meanwhile, trying to find a photo of my kuhli loaches I could not. Instead, I located an unexpected one (below) taken in January of 2014 featuring my now deceased clown loach named Frack. Dark orange with black stripes, he is a bit out of focus (that lion fish to the right is artificial). I am amazed and a bit heartbroken to note how much he grew in the last five years.

RIP Little Frack

Do you think I should just populate my tank with more fakes?

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Still Naïve into Middle Age

Today my husband picked up Wednesday afternoon’s police report while I drove our rental car home. I honestly believe myself not to be at fault for that accident because the other driver sped up at the last second to (as my husband reports it) blow through what was already a light turning red.

I don’t recall either of us getting to make much of a statement to the officers on scene. Our insurance company asked me more questions. But authorities taking into custody someone with no auto insurance, an active arrest warrant, who was not legally licensed to drive and fled the scene of our accident believed her when she said the light was green.

Based on that alone, the report states, I’m being cited for an improper left hand turn. I’m sorry to be a downer, but this is disheartening. No doubt I’ll be fined on top of the fact we have to shell out a minimum $500 to (hopefully) get our car fixed. And who knows how long that will take.

Adding insult to injury, a driver on the way home from the collision center later forced me to hit the brakes to avoid the same scenario in reverse. I just pray there is no court summons over Wednesday’s debacle. Surely not, but I have no clue. And I lack the will to phone the police station to question.

I just want to get on with this life I’m lucky to have. It’s tempting to just dig a hole and crawl inside. Maybe I should purchase a dash camera.

Do you think I should just hole up for the rest of the month, maybe more, and try not to leave the house?

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Cracking Up & Seeking That Bright Side

As January comes toward a close, I’m finding 2019 is no improvement over 2018. We just can’t quite catch a break.

After an unsuccessful effort to eradicate my fish tank’s deadly ich parasite with higher temperatures, that heater stopped working through my attempts to bring temperatures down from a reasonable 86 F to a more ‘typhoid’ mollie friendly 78. An older unit brought out of long retirement refused to regulate.

This ordeal was costing me sleep. Slight adjustments resulted in ten degree swings in a matter of hours.

The night before last I set my iPod’s timer to wake me about every two hours and fifteen minutes so I could intervene and prevent extreme spikes or plummets. That’s more intense timing than a rescued kitten demands! In a funny twist, it was better rest than I’d been getting, lying half awake all night long.

So, with my husband’s encouragement, yesterday I drove us out to lunch and a pet store where they happened to stock the very make and model I’d considered.

It’s an Aqueon Pro 100 costing over $50, but I’m happy to report it’s pretty well holding to 77.4 F since installation. In retrospect, I should have shopped on Chewy.com.

Oh, well. All that was about to become the least of our concerns.

Almost home with purchase in hand, we were slammed into by a hit and run driver. The sedan heading toward us sped up to blow through a traffic light turning red as I rushed to turn left and clear the intersection.

I’m happy to report we are uninjured aside from my husband’s understandable back ache. He thinks it actually happened getting in and out of the police officer’s SUV.

That lead officer on sight, a lieutenant, acted very professional and sympathetic. After overseeing my beloved Chevy Volt loaded on the flatbed tow truck, he broke protocol and drove us the two miles or so to our front door.

It’s amazing that I don’t suffer so much as a bruise or a twinge. I credit this in part due to my muscle tone from all those weightlifting sessions. In addition, my intense thought process preceding the collision might have provided a distraction keeping me from tensing up.

Of course I wanted to avoid that accident. However, in the microseconds beforehand, I estimated that straightening our trajectory would result in a head on impact. That would be bad. My split second decision to resume course meant our tank of a Volt got hit on the right front fender instead.

The criminal hit us so hard we sat incapacitated facing the other direction, able to watch those dwindling taillights headed west. Yet with no air bags deployed, the car may not be written off as a total loss. We shall see. I’m crossing my fingers.

Shaken, I sat with the engine running and my foot on the break pedal well after police were called. A kind stranger checked on us before sirens approached. Paramedics cleared us with rainy conversation through my open window. I watched firemen sweeping up debris while photographs were taken and the situation assessed.

The best part of all of this? That perpetrator fleeing the scene did not realize that she left a calling card in the form of her front license plate. The idiot kept going because police had a warrant for her arrest. I didn’t get the pleasure of seeing her handcuffed, but it’s probably for the best.

You see, for a nonviolent person, I’ve often wondered if I could resist punching someone in the face for so much as denting my Volt. So there’s that; I’m not stewing in a cell next to that piece of garbage awaiting bail.

How is your week wrapping up?

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A Chuckle for the Day

One of my local friends posted this on FB today and cracked me up…

Wouldn’t you, just sometimes, really want to do this job?

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Tongue Twisters & Brain Busters

Language fascinates me. This morning, for whatever reason, I lay in bed thinking about verb tenses. In fact, I typed this on my Kindle Fire while lying prone and emailed it to myself, which is why this font is different than usual.

Anyway, the fact any non-English speaking foreigner learns it is a testament to human fortitude and overall intelligence.

Think about this...

After skiing a person skied. Mastery means something has been mastered. Preventing a glass from being knocked over means you righted it.

If you wring out a rag it is now wrung. But a bird with contrasting feathers around its neck is considered ringed.

What if you traveled in a car? You were either driven or you drove. What about the fight, flight, or freeze response? That translates to having fought, flew, or froze. Wait. In that sentence structure it would be flown and frozen.

~shakes head~

How people not immersed at birth learn to speak, let alone write this stuff is beyond me. Now I'm exhausted. I think I'll go back to bed.

So, what are your plans today?

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Silver Linings – An Update on First World Problems

Trading emails with a certain sweet someone yesterday caused an incidental hope that all my recent posts haven’t been too much of a downer. I can be kind of whiney. ~grin~ True story.

That said, I can’t help sharing what happened yesterday.

When I went to medicate my decimated 29 gallon tank I found the second and final dwarf clown pleco deceased. It seemed I was down to just the four Dalmatian mollies. Struggling to extricate the tiny body out of a decoration, I was surprised to find three surviving kuhli loaches.

Hang in there, gang...

This treatment for ich is deadly to all loaches, as previously mentioned, so I decided then and there to pull out a tiny ‘hospital’ tank and try saving them. You see, while they appear asymptomatic I don’t dare put these critters into my healthy 10 gallon tank for fear of infecting all those older residing kuhli loaches with the parasite.

Pulling water out of that healthy tank for my trio of survivors, I realized the water felt super cold. With all the drama across the hall, I neglected to do more than toss food in there every day and watch them eat for a minute or two.

Talk about clouds with a silver lining! If not for an effort to save those others, the broken water heater might never have come to my attention. My twelve (?) year old kuhlis could well have all died.

Fortunately, I had two spare water heaters. One has a thermostat, the other does not, and I had to swap them after what I hoped was an ich killing hot water bath for the one removed from the ‘hospital’. Otherwise, my survivors were going to be boiled alive.

I am happy to report that the temperatures evened off before my bedtime. The heater with no thermostat warmed the ten gallons to 80 degrees Fahrenheit, several warmer than normal, but it should be okay. My little rescues are in 82 degrees, two lower than what they’d lived with for the last week of my failed attempt to heat treat for ich.

Oh, crap. I set the thermostat too low on the oversized heater and only now noticed the three survivors are in seventy degree water. Ugh...

Is it wrong of me to nickname my four initial carriers as ‘typhoid mollies’?

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