Home from Australia with over 500 photos, and that’s just what’s on my phone, not the ones spouse took with the big camera. I tried to write some posts while I was away, but generally didn’t have the connection for it except on my phone (which was still too slow to do anything with pictures), and I don’t really like writing on that. So I’ll probably be putting up outdated posts of what I did two weeks ago for the next two weeks. There were cats on a couple of days, though.
We got up at 5:30a on Sunday to catch our 14-hour flight from Sydney to LAX, after which there was a layover of a couple of hours (lengthened due to delay). Mom picked us up from SFO a bit after noon on Sunday, which is to say just about exactly 24 hours after we woke up. We didn’t nap on the flight, either. Around 2p I was shaking badly and took a nap that lasted until nearly midnight. Then I got up, had a snack and read some email, and joined CMY in the giant kitty bed around 4a for a nap that lasted until about noon. Then I got up, intended to have a snack but didn’t, and went upstairs and napped from about 2p to 5p. Now it is nearly 2a and I should’ve been in bed two hours ago, but am not really surprised not to be. We do have landscapers/yard workers coming by between 7a and 8a later this morning, but after sleeping 21 hours out of the last 36, I’m not too surprised that I’m still awake. Time for some melatonin.
Just after making the previous post, I happened to hit the armrest next to me with my ring. The resulting tone was surprisingly musical. (I’m waiting at a gate in the Melbourne airport, and the seats are the usual rows separated by metal armrests.) I noted this to spouse and he rang the two on either side of him. They were close in pitch, though sharp to the one I rang.
If I had something like a mallet I might well check the rest of them. They’re presumably close in pitch since they’re basically all the same size.
Just now we were informed that our gate was changed. Since I was standing up anyway, I rang a few more armrests. They probably all would be considered the same note (D, says spouse with perfect pitch), but not in tune.
I do the same thing in restaurants with nice glasses sometimes. And I can pretty much never drink a bottled drink without playing it like a flute. Straws in drinks sometimes too.
A couple of weeks ago when my lungs were x-rayed (not x-rated, thank you phone autocorrect) the machine made sounds like the first three notes of a piece I knew. Eventually I remembered it was the Army of the Nile March by Kenneth J. Alford, which I played in 11th grade. I spent the entire ride home reminding myself how the piccolo part went. I also remembered noting how the various start-up sounds of my grandfather’s computer and printer made were kind of musical, which is probably why I still remember them 20 years later.
Found music. If it’s not a thing it should be.
Currently in Australia. Flurry of posts to come when I have a better connection, which will probably be after I return. In the meantime, here’s a picture I’ve been trying to upload since yesterday afternoon, when I took it.
Posting this mainly for Mom, who made the catnip pouch Velcro is enjoying.
N.b., there’s no sound worth hearing on it. I stopped when spouse started talking to me through the door.
Last Thursday I went to the doctor about the on and off cough I’ve had for several weeks. The exam revealed nothing, so she ordered a chest x-ray — which showed I have pneumonia.
On Saturday I was eating some nice, soft dim sum and suddenly felt something hard in it. It was the crown for my backmost tooth. Fortunately, I was able to reach my dentist and she said to come in Monday morning for it to be recemented.
Monday (yesterday) I went to the dentist and had the crown put back in. My dentist also noticed I had a cavity in a front-facing tooth and filled it. With my face all numb, I backed out of the rather tight parking space and into a van that hadn’t been there when I got into the car, with the driver about five steps away. She was much calmer about it than I was, possibly because she was on the way to pay a $1200 dental bill for her son’s retainer. Don’t know whether she’ll follow up on it or not, as she seemed inclined to wave it off after verifying that the sliding door still worked, but I insisted that she get my insurance information.
Did I mention that this Saturday I’m leaving for Australia for two weeks? I can hardly wait to see what will happen to me tomorrow.
I’m not the only one with dental woes this week. I took Velcro to the vet for a dental cleaning this morning. Poor guy was not happy about the car ride, and also not happy about being shut away from food last night, but was very happy that I stayed the night in the guest room with him. I hope that was enough compensation for forty minutes of rush-hour car travel.
First, the answer to the previous Count the Cats is six. The tricky one is here:
Quot was hiding in the shadows back there. (I kept Five-Spice in the crop to match the post title better.)
Here’s another cute picture of Five-Spice that reminds me a lot of one we have of CMY as an adolescent climbing in that same shelf.
A few weeks ago at the vet I saw (and got to hold) this adorable dilute calico kitten waiting for her very first checkup.
Naturally I had to go look for photos of Five-Spice at a similar age. This is probably the first one I took of her, before we trapped the kittykins:
Five-Spice doesn’t look much different, other than size. But look at little baby Vanilla:
See, she really was vanilla-colored. (We just called her White Kitten at the time, and her family was White Cat, Calico Kitten, Orange Kitten, and Gray Kitten.)