I’ve made it through the dark winter days. I know it’s just the beginning of Winter today but that’s okay because the days are going to get longer now. All is well again! And the twinkle lights helped a lot. That’s why there are so many multicultural holidays with lights themes in the winter. They really helped me get through the darkness.
According to this article, there’s a new NY law banning people from tattooing or piercing their pets.
I find this laughable. If tattooing or piercing animals is “cruel” because “unlike humans, animals do not have the ability to choose the pain that comes with body art,” what do they call CAFOs? Slaughterhouses? Animal laboratories? Hahaha… Poor Fido indeed. Fido just had a tasty meal of the poor chicken who was raised in pain and suffering and then slaughtered. I don’t think that chicken was asked either. This law carries a $250 fine or 15 days in jail. The other animal cruelty inflicted on other living beings’ babies carry rewards of the consumers’ dollars. It’s so out-of-sight-out-of-mind. And selfish. My-baby-is-more-precious-than-your-baby mentality.
I think before lawmakers waste their time on these trivialities, they need to look to improving the well-being of the forgotten. The “non-pet” animals locked up in labs somewhere. The “agricultural livestock” that aren’t thought of as living beings but rather as $$$. Make their short lives less miserable. Give them more space. Outlaw some of the practices such as branding them, confining them in overcrowded spaces stepping over their own dead brethren. Basic basic things. Fido is fine. Fido’s life, however sorry or pathetic, is still better than the animal that landed on our dinner plates.
I didn’t get the flu shot – I got the flu. Or at least I’m self-diagnosing it as such. Fever. Body aches. Dizziness. Coughing. Sore throat.
This one really isn’t so bad in the grand scheme of things. I’m not drawing a will up or anything like that. Maybe it’s a cold.
In case any of you are lucky enough to score this social little virus, here’s how it goes down:
Day 1: Dry cough. Not a lot but definitely regularly. A mildly sore throat in the back, not under the nose.
Day 2: Same thing with the cough. A little dizzy, a little lethargic. And then a fever.
Day 3: Fever. Wipe out. Sleep all day. Zero appetite. There’s no vomiting or digestive troubles.
Day 4: Mostly better but a lot of dry hack coughing. Hungry hippo. Eat all the food in the house and watch gobs of Grey’s Anatomy.
Day 5: Dry hack. A lot of it. Still with the dizzy. Still with the lethargic although That could be from sitting around all day watching Grey’s Anatomy.
It’s been a while since I’ve gotten sick so maybe it’s not so terrible to challenge my immune system a little. My allergies have gone away this entire week. So there’s that.
And now back to the Yang and Hunt show!
I dropped off the face of the planet for half of November. Chalk it up to holiday brain. I’m in holiday brain mode until New Years. And blame it on PAD too. Now that they’ve bumped up their stamina points to refresh every 5 minutes instead of 10, I’ve been diligently trying to play down the points. It’s a hard knock life.
For Thanksgiving, I planned a vegan dinner (sans tofurky), but we ended up going out for sushi. Because easier! Then we went grocery shopping because I love grocery shopping. What could be better? I’ll tell you what. Grocery shopping at 2 places!
Gina’s been extra nice these days, coming up to us for pets (in search of treats). She’s still pitching her food pellets but we’ve learned she’s a lefty so by positioning her foodbowl a certain way she stands at a certain spot and when the pellets go flying, they stay in her cage. Yeah, chinchilla’s have dominant paws! At least this one does. And she doesn’t bite me anymore.
Adzuki and Pinto are doing well. They now recognize me as the giver of food. They come up to me when they see me. Feeding time is just once a week though. Sorry Beans! Still, at once a week, it’s amazing how quickly they’ve picked up on my presence and associating me with grubtime.
See how smart my kids are? One knows not to bite me anymore and the others swim up to me. I couldn’t be prouder.
I got tickets to see Tay Tay’s 1989 concert!! WOOOHOO!!!!!
It was soo hard 2 years ago to get RED tickets. We had multiple people on multiple devices trying to get in on the pre-sale. At various cities! No dice.
Welp, this year, she’s performing at large scale stadiums and as luck would have it we snagged some tickets. I am over the moon beyond excited! I feel like this might be my crowning achievement in life. Getting to see her perform in concert.
Sigh. I’d throw a cartwheel if I knew how.
Being home alone bums me out. But it’s nothing a little shopping can’t fix.
TJ Maxx for the skirt and dress. Target for the top.
It is not lost on me that I just wrote a post called “Curb my Consumerism” sandwiched between 2 posts of consuming. “The things we fear the most have already happened to us.” Call Hoarders.
I’ve been on my own this past week and I don’t like it. I don’t like being by myself. I mean I tried. I tried telling myself, now I can watch Gilmore Girls without complaint. I can blast 1989 on a continuous loop all night. But what’s the point of doing anything if someone’s not around to be annoyed by it? Last week, we had a happy hour at work and I told my coworkers my woe-is-me tale of having to putter around in an empty home. They kindly stayed later to keep me company so I didn’t have to come home to an empty house until I was good and tired. They told me maybe one day I will just naturally prefer some alone time. Maybe. I doubt it.
I’m currently watching Gina take her pellets out of her bowl one by one and tossing them aside. She picks up the pellet with her mouth then takes it out of her mouth with her paw and flings it through the bars. There’s a confetti of pellets around her cage and I just vacuumed 2 days ago.
It’s dark outside. I walked home in the dark. A bit of a bummer. In a few weeks, I’ll be surrounded by darkness in the morning and evening and have barely a glimpse of sunlight during the day. It’s time for my Wintertime hunker down. Hot tea. Indian food. Actually Indian food year round. I wonder if it’s my comfort food. Eh, all good food is comfort food.