I enjoy cat ownership because of the insane things they do.  I have a bag of bulk dog treats, you know like small milk bones, on the counter in a plastic bag.  Now if I put these treats into the cats’ bowl, they wouldn’t just be insulted they’d be angry.  However because they seem like contraband by being in a bag on the kitchen counter, Iris sneaks up there to eat a piece whenever the mood hits.

My body’s decided eliciting sharp pangs of pain from various areas would be fun somehow.  First of all you may recall I injured my knee ligament almost two years ago and it’s acted up now and then ever since.  Now I have stabbing pains in my ear drum so at night I sleep with a frozen gel pack and pillow on the bum knee, and put my right cheek on a heating pad. 

If this is aging, I don’t really like it.  I had a free liver scan at Okanagan Clinical Trials, just to see how things were going, and it turns out it’s still okay.  Hard to believe after everything I’ve put that organ through, though the nice testing person said I have to keep things under control or I’m going to develop a fatty liver.  I immediately returned to my daily supplement of milk thistle as God knows, anything further may be quite difficult.

Here are two interesting German customs I think about since my trip.  One is after 25 or 30 years the cemetery is like, okay, OUT! I’d asked where my great uncle’s grave was, and they said oh that’s been dug out long ago.  I said what to they do with the leftover bones, and learned they’re thrown into some sort of a ‘bone yard.’  I said to Heilke, better to just be ash then, right?  So much easier to mulch into the ground.

The other fascinating habit is the airing out of the homes.  You open a door and a strong wind whistles past your ears fanning your hair out behind you and it’s bloody cold out so you say, what in the name of God in Heaven are you doing, and they reply, “Airing.”  Lueften in German.

I should probably have my mental health examined by a professional due to my 2-hour decision to spend thousands of dollars on new French doors.  One of them seems to have lost its seal as water vapor will form between the two panes, so I thought may as well have someone come and give me a quote on new doors.

When the man arrived, I said to him just so you know I’m in no hurry and so won’t be deciding on anything today.  He smiled at me in a kindly, salesperson-like way, and began to talk about the integrity of their doors, and soon his hypnotic flute was making me sway back and forth as I rose from my basket.  When he left, he shook my hand and thanked me for my order, and I felt dizzy and weakened from the hypnosis.

But suffice it to say, I’m getting new doors and I’m not going to worry about it because then I shouldn’t have invited the door and window person in. How many times have you heard me say I’m just going to the SPCA or on-line to look at cats or dogs, that’s all.  Certainly not bringing home an animal today, and how many pets have impulsively been  brought home?  I believe this is what’s called being a push-over.

Mom and I got into a scuffle but that’s been resolved, so that’s all to the good.  Gord resigned his position as caregiver, and Luke quit his job too, so now Luke returns to the role of gramma’s caregiver.  Interesting times ahead.