Wednesday, 19 November, 2014 – Weird Feeling & Cat Fights

Wednesday, November 19th, 2014 -( -6°C / +21°F @ 5:40 am )-

It is now 8:30 am

I woke up around 5 am, had a feeling that something was ‘wrong’ with the world, like something major had happened.

I didn’t wake Cathi, her sleep is precious and if a three hundred foot Tsunami was coming, Yes I would wake her and get us somewhere above that height, but short of that, she needs to have her head on her shoulders and in close to full functioning mode for work.

I wanted to check our friendly news services, but the computer was weird. It wasn’t quite frozen, but it wouldn’t load, or refresh, graphics. Trying to refresh a different page in firefox, it got hung up trying to connect to ‘ad.[something].ru’ and I wondered if something had happened between here and Russia, like maybe somebody pulled the plug on international connections via the internet. I tried loading a wordpress page – and that page got hung up trying to load an ‘iSomething.1wp.something-else’

So I told the computer to restart.

It did. It can’t find the system fan so I had to tell it to go ahead and start up anyway, I’ve got the case open and a small external fan is blowing on the cranky system fan that starts up, yawns, sometimes plays happily for hours, sometimes says, ‘oh the hell with this’ makes too much grinding type noises and shuts itself off. The external fan does the job better than the system fan did anyway. [ mumble mumble schnarr schnarr planned fuppin obsolescence schnarr schnarr schnarr- ]

Okay, spiffy decent windows 7 computer gets back up, and the blinkin’ graphics still didn’t want to load. But when I broadcast images of computers sinking under multiple fathoms of sea water from my imagination into the cpu, it said, okay, you mean business, I’ll be good, please don’t drown me-

And- so far anyway, there’s no freaking huge headlines about nuclear bombs hitting anybody’s infrastructure with emp’s or anything.

Cathi got up at her usual time, was getting ready for work I was staying out of her way, and when I got a chance, I told her about my weird feeling that something was wrong, and her jaw dropped.

She had awakened about half an hour before I did with that, “Something awful is happening somewhere-” creepy feeling that my sister might have called the ‘heeby jeebies’.

And the dog was his usual pain in the bum self, wanting to be right in the middle of anywhere anybody wanted to go, staring at the refrigerator and looking at us, looking at the refrigerator, and back at us, until we either give up and get him something, or chance major injuries trying to push him out of the way, or sit down and try to explain to her boss that she can’t come to work because this hundred and twenty five pound dog won’t let her get back to her bedroom to finish getting dressed and ready for work.

Sigh.

Well, Cathi drove out of our driveway. I let the dog out and I thought I’d blog about my weird apprehensive feeling and climbed into the office – I have a piece of 12 inch wide shelf wood blocking the door from animals who might be too lazy to jump over that- It actually keeps the dog at bay, and he could easily step over it.

I almost sat down at the computer when we had hissing and loud meowing and scrambling noises and I turned around and made it back to the door to see one cat with his teeth clamped on the other one’s shoulder, and Moe, the orange trouble maker, looking like he was really worried about this. So I screamed and Domino let go and turned and ran back into his sanctuary and Max, who most likely had started it, got up and scurried into the kitchen, the other way.

I checked on Domino, who was up on top of one of his perches, looking worried that Max might attack again. I went into the kitchen, no Max. I looked under the kitchen table and then around the corner through the open door, onto the porch- there was Max, sitting on the floor, thinking about things. I glanced and saw that the dry food bowl was empty, went back to the bag, got a handful of dry food and some cat treats, gave Domino a little of each, and went back to the porch.

I put the handful of dry food in the empty bowl and deposited half a handful of treats near it and the rest on the floor in front of Max. — The dog was still outside and didn’t look like he wanted to come in yet, which is odd, but I walked back toward the porch off the kitchen, and there was a puddle of blood under Max. I grabbed a paper towel and dabbed at it, saw a slight trail of blood coming from his shoulder, bright red blood, and thought, oh no, did Domino bite into an artery? And dabbed at it. -Max, who was eating his treats, did not seem to mind being dabbed at. He looked stunned, but didn’t look like he was in any pain. I stayed there long enough to see that no blood was squirting out of his shoulder, so I hoped that meant that no arteries had been sliced. I waited a couple minutes, Max did not keel over dead and no more blood oozed or squirted from his shoulder wound, so I decided to get the cats’ morning wet food into their bowls and put Max’s bowl into the crate that Moe likes to go into whenever he wants to feel safe or whatever. I did that, Max didn’t want to go all the way into the crate, but I managed to get him in and close the door. Then I got him some water, and another half a hand full of dry food. He looked at the closed crate door and wondered why he was in a crate, but didn’t start complaining and went back to greedily chomping on wet and dry food. I went back to soak up the blood on the floor and saw another small puddle where Max had landed when he jumped up on top of the cat-friendly claw cleaning post that used to be a guitar amplifier’s extension speaker.

I called Cathi’s work number, left a message, checked on the dog, he was happily sitting out front, surveying his domain, I finished fixing his morning crunch crunch and broken up piece of bread, which I figured would keep him busy for ten seconds or so when he did finally decided to come back in, checked on the cats, made sure Domino was okay, had more than enough dry food, a few extra grains of cat treat and available water and all that, went and sat down at the computer and Cathi called.

We talked for ten minutes. Max was still alive inside the crate, had food to look at and water to look at and a closed crate gate to look at and, strangely enough, wasn’t complaining.

The dog started barking at somebody who was heading for the nearest bus stop and didn’t want to come in, but finally did.

And here we are.

— I blew it for NaBloPoMo month yesterday when I got distracted by an orange cat who wanted me to know that he could cause a lot of pain with his claws and my leg if I didn’t drop everything and cater to his whims right then and there, I forgot to come back to finish that up and forgot to post it before midnight. & apparently, when you manually save a draft early on, like right after you write out the date, the time and the temperature on the top line, um, after you do a manual ‘save draft’ the auto save drafts function doesn’t feel like it has to pay attention to anything and goes to sleep. And if weird graphics freezes happen and you think you’ve got everything saved and tell the computer to restart, well, you lose the stuff you forgot about, that should have been auto-saved, but didn’t think it should bother and, can I scream now? —why bother?

—Okay, it’s after 9:30 am now. We have a big black dog blocking my side of the bedroom, a large orange cat happily occupying Cathi’s spot. Domino is curled up on one of his safe perches, sleeping peacefully and Max is still alive staring at the closed door and not complaining about being in the crate. I can’t say things are normal, because things are never normal with our pets, but this is close.

—Weird moning news, signing off—,

~~~~~ ———jda———

The 15th Was A Very Cold Morning

Saturday, 15 November, 2014  -( -4°C / 25°F & dark @ 10:45 pm )-

Dreams: When I finally got to sleep, I slept longer and more comfortably than I have in a long time. The last series of dreams I had put me into television plots with characters from television series. The one I’m highlighting here had a television detective going undercover, living with me, renting an apartment in a building I inherited, ‘recuperating from a vehicle injury that had damaged his memory’ while actually having only physical injuries, while he was looking for evidence that I was involved in some kind of crime organization. He gradually realized that I was not a bad guy, I didn’t like cops, but cops from other cities were actively trying to frame me for their crimes. They tried to frame him along with me. While I was waking up- characters from other, unrelated television series became involved, like a teevee doctor from one series and characters from a sitcom moved into my apartment building. I think one or more of the Doctor Who ‘Doctors’ was also involved, possibly as a side plot.

I’m going to leave this here. today. I don’t know how much farther I got with my NaNoWriMo novel, I went through a lot of changes in what I wanted to use as the opening few pages and figure I have that luxury, having crossed the finish line last Tuesday. Maybe I’ll take the revisions and paste them into the beginning and see what I’ve got and take a word count and post the number in another post in a few minutes. But this is all for now.

—thanks,

~~~~~ ———jda——

Friday the 13th is a Thursday this month?

Thursday, November 13th, 2014. -(+5°C / 41°F & Sunny, w/blue skies & “clear” @ 3:33 pm in Atlantic Canada )-

Bear sitting at a picnic table.

“Don’t talk to me before I’ve had my coffee-“

Disheartened? I was feeling that a while ago. Cathi’s still sick. I’m apparently coming down with whatever she’s got, weird aches and pains and pervasive ‘blahs’. This blog is no longer listed in the nablopomo list on the page I signed up for. I did wonder if I’d signed up in the wrong place and went back to check, saw this blog listed as #1066, thought that might be a significant number. And yesterday, rechecking, we’re not listed any more. I have no idea why not. I’m thinkin that somebody on their end isn’t doin a lot of communicatin. Maybe this stupid exercise isn’t official. Maybe I didn’t see something somewhere that might have told me I had to do something I haven’t done or shouldn’t do something I have done. Or maybe I don’t meet their unpublished criteria. Shrug.

Dreams: Yup, again, many. The only one I can remember is one I told Cathi about. My mother was in the bathtub upstairs in our old house down there in the smoke of Fairfield county. The bathroom was over the kitchen. I was at the sink. The kitchen sink was probably right under the bathroom sink and the bathtub would have been over the kitchen table. But as I was standing at the kitchen sink water started raining down through the ceiling over that sink, from more than half a dozen spots. I ran upstairs and told her through the door that water was leaking into the kitchen below. She asked me a question about what I’d said, or something, I don’t remember what she asked in the dream.

Sleep? Forget it. I was up and down from the time I climbed into bed until I gave up at about 6:15 am.

Health? forget it. We haven’t built up an immunity to New Brunswick germs yet. Anything that comes along is debilitating.

NaNo? by their count through a validation doozy? 54,510. Through the Open Office Word Count function: 55,131.

NaBlo? Who cares?

Etc.? = Gaaaaaa! I’m going to pass out soon.

—Grumble Grumble–,

~~~~~ ———jda——

Wednesday / Day 12

Wednesday, November 12th, 2014 -( +6°C / 43°F @3:00 pm and very grey outside in Atlantic Canada )-

Went over 50,000 words at NaNoWriMo Yesterday. But Ya can’t ‘Win’ the challenge until at least the 20th, when you can upload your ‘novel’ into their verification word counter.

Dreams: Yup. The only thing I an remember, the only thing I could remember as soon as I opened my eyes was looking at a list of businesses in a building’s lobby. I saw something like 4 businesses listed and one of them was a law firm with at least 3 lawyers listed, one of them was ‘Clark’.

Reality: Cathi is home sick today. I’m hurting. I think I spent the last fifteen or twenty minutes of sleep in an uncomfortable position and after being okay through 5 or six hours, I now have a splitting headache.

Weird Sleep Non Patterns: Got to bed around 9. Heard the dog outside my window, barking and whining, sounding like he was barking at an intruding presence and then whining because that intruding presence didn’t come over to play with him. Cathi confirmed that there was somebody walking a dog on the sidewalk down the slight hill on the main north-south drag that is something like fifty meters from the dog’s fence. 100 to 150 feet from the door that does not face anything but the dog’s fenced off 40 by 10 feet area. We live on a side street that is almost perfectly perpendicular to that main road, but on the maps of the area, our street runs off on an angle. So, it probably took me at least 15 minutes to drop off into sleep and I’ll stretch it on this end and say I woke up at 3:15. That would be 6 hours of pretty good uninterrupted sleep.

I haven’t looked at the news sites to see what’s going on in the world out there yet. I’ll go do that and see what Doug’s been up to.

—Ouch–,

———jda——

Tuesday / Day 11 / Remembrance Day In Canada

Tuesday, November 11th, 2014  -( +9°C / 48°F @ 4:30 pm with sun set approaching and clear skies in Atlantic Canada )-

Remembrance Day in Canada, Armistice Day in ‘The lower 48’.

>>———> Link : Fracking Causes earthquakes in Alberta: University of Alberta Study <———<<

NaNoWriMo:  I wrote all night, stopped NaNo at 48, 778 words That was adding 8,283 words between midnight and 6:30 am after adding somethig like 341 words between 11:00 pm and midnight. I have something like 1,222 words to go to finish & ‘Win’ the NaNoWriMo Challenge this year. I have no idea how much I will feel like I have to do to bring that story in line with what with I did before NaNo- to make it feel complete. I know I will have to edit the stuff that went before, there is some implausible stuff in there that needs to be toned down or eliminated. I got through a particularly sexy scene last night, may need to re-think that, in whole or edit some of its details later, but I thought it was important, and I liked the way the kids in the story handled that.

Sleep: After checking email and stuff, and feeding and letting animals outside to pee etc, it was after 11:00 before I got to bed – Somebody was shooting off cannons, like once a minute, I thought I counted 11 kabooms and wondered where they were doing that, and then drifted off, probably something like 11:30 am and woke up disoriented at about 4:30 (4:25 when I first looked at the clock) So in my weird non schedule, I got 5 hours of sleep today. Pretty much slept through in one block. No restless reawakening, needing to run to the washroom or anything.

Dreams: I had some, and bad me again, I did not immediately write anything down upon awakening, so a few short minutes after waking up enough to say so the details were gone and I felt like I’d lost something, like maybe my memory was slowly failing me, and may have accelerated to the point where this can happen in recent months. Or it could be that as far as dream cycles go, I’m in a non-memorable stretch and whatever I dreamed wasn’t worth remembering.

Automobile-like schnarr: Cathi used a weird new drill bit thing to work on the Jeep’s tail light -one screw had frozen and made it impossible to change the light bulb to replace the burned out brake light bulb on the right side in the rear- while I slept. –today is her Holiday from work– And told me it worked ‘great’. She also started the jeep up and let it run a bit, it did not stall, but she noticed that it’s ‘running on fumes’ so maybe if the problem that had it stall three times on the way back from the Irving Convenient store the last time I drove it there and back- might have been due to moisture in the gas lines, sounded a lot more probable to her, next time we go get gas, we should toss in some gas line anti freeze ‘dry gas’ and see if that works. She doesn’t want to find out the Jeep needs a couple thousand bucks worth of attention, and between unethical repair guys and the possibility that letting the jeep sit idle too long might cause bigger problems again- we will have to see what we can do to check out the, ‘try the simplest-cheapest approach first’ method of coping with vehicular schnarr, and soon.

Allergies: Eyes burning, minor aches all over.

Outlook: Not bad.

—shrug–

Day 8 / Saturday

Saturday, November 8th, 2014  -( +2°C / 36° F @ 3:15 pm – The sun is shining and there are a large low clouds in odd roundish shapes, connected around corners et cetera, with interesting shades of dar to light grey and a bit of white. I took a couple photos, we’ll get one up here, sooner or later, the weather app says, ‘scattered clouds’ but these don’t look scattered to me. )- It’s my friend since High School’s birthday, Walter C.

clouds

I wouldn’t call these clouds, “Scattered”.

Moe

“Moe” enjoying a box, sitting on Halloween candy. Couple days ago.

Sleep: Duh- I fell asleep watching House Hunters international or something like that and might have slept fifteen minutes to half an hour. This was before ten thirty pm yesterday. They it must have been seven am when I rolled into bed this morning, I got up and fed the animals around eleven and went back to bed, and slipped in and out of dreamland until 3 pm. Cathi went to bed after I did and got up before me. I thought I heard her calling me and rose from a dream I was having to find that she had gone somewhere and taken the van.

Dreams: Yup- Many- All I remember at this point is that I was talking and/or interacting with several people, maybe several groups of people. And I felt like I was learning something.

Health: I have a head ache, back ache, body aches. I have that, “I need coffee” sense that caffeine may make it a little better.

Nano: Went over 32,000 words last night.

NaBlo: Here we are, Day 8. I could see where today could have been a day where a change in momentum might not have good for ‘discipline’ here.

Astrology: The month began in the midst of a Mercury Retrograde Cycle. Many writers who don’t sneer at astrology completely will recognize this as not a good time to start anything. When Mercury goes direct Anything you started while it was retro is very likely to stop. I tried to outsmart that probability by not beginning a brand new venture, a whole brand new blog, but picked up and continued one that had already been started earlier this year, thinking it would be a little bit easier to continue on with that. The same with the NaNoWriMo story. It’s a prequel to something else, I’m trying to make it stand alone, but I also started this prequel a month before Mercury went retro and began the NaNo drive fresh, with fifty thousand plus words that followed plot lines before the NaNo on hold, waiting to be edited and merged into the NaNo stuff after the NaNo stuff is finished. I never dove into NaNoWriMo and produced this much so quickly before.

Reality?: Yeah, I have a few worries about financial things and the way things are going.

On The News Front: I think I fully expect somebody to try to bring down the economy of the Western World. I think I believe the Rothschild Banks are behind this, or rather somebody behind the Rothschilds banking system is behind the plot to impoverish the USA and all her allies. Shrug. I think there may be more news on this front before December. I will be surprised if the economies of the US and Canada are doing well before and after New Years. I’ve been pleasantly surprised before, let’s hope that happens again.

—–sigh,

 

———jda——