For a few months now, half the basement has been dark. There are 4 sets of fluorescent ceiling lights down there, but 2 had burnt out. Unfortunately the half that’s been dark is my neighbor Kathy’s – her cage is in a separate room of the basement and been basically pitch black. I knew I needed to get replacement bulbs, but I’ve been sick for so long and so exhausted that I kept forgetting.
OK, so a few years ago I bought some assorted adult fish at the pet store and it turned out the female gold-dust Molly was pregnant and had a fish baby [she probably had a lot more but they all got eaten by the mom and the other adults]. The Fish Baby was the cutest thing ever!
I haven’t really written a pet update since June, so I figured now would be a good time. I’ve been holding onto some photos from the past few months to share with you. We don’t currently have any rats; we’re still mourning the unexpected passing of Franc last June 🙁 Instead we’ve been busy focusing on Bonkers’ health, my health, and an accidental onslaught of fish babies…
Every year Ipswich, MA does what it calls Ipswich Illuminated. They light mini barges on fire along the River, decorate public streets & parks with lights, have activities for kids, have cool artistic light-related installations… it’s very cool! I’ve enjoyed seeing the River fires since I moved here 6 years ago. Apparently I’ve never posted any pics on my blog before.
In mid September, Jim’s Dad and stepmom came to visit us for a few days. It was a wonderful visit and we had a lot of fun doing touristy things and eating wonderful food.
Since I’ve been sick for 12 weeks, I haven’t really had anything to blog about, so I’ve been writing you a story instead. This is my 2nd foray into short story writing. This story was inspired by something hubby and I witnessed from our backyard on October 8th. So I guess you can say this story is “Based on Actual Events” 🙂
I have now been sick for 12 weeks. Here is the timeline I have been keeping, thanks to a suggestion from my mother. On 8/8 I first noticed a sore throat coming on. Today, 12 weeks later, day 96 of being sick, I am still not better.
About 6 weeks ago, after being sick for 6 weeks [I’m finally starting to feel better, although I’m still way too tired] I decided I needed to do something DIY-ish. Birdie was having a love-hate relationship with her litter boxes and usually left me daily “presents” on the girl cave floor. Turns out it was the litter not the box, but I didn’t know that then.
This project was inspired by wine. Need I say more?
After 8 weeks of being sick, I finally have a diagnosis.