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Pets and Other Stuff
Feb. 26th, 2026 11:33 amWell, I guess if I don't post anything y'all will stop reading my journal, so here's something for y'all to read.
Not much going on – I got my infusion, so hopefully my transplanted kidney won't get attacked by my body. That's the one time I've been out of the house in the last four weeks.
I finished the seventh book in the Dungeon Crawler Carl series (I don't have access to the eighth book and number nine hasn't come out yet) and it's a fun read; it's snarky enough for my tastes and I get the media references sprinkled throughout it. I not only like how he's building the story, I like what he's telling and how he writes it. There's no real storyline telegraphing, which is a welcome change in what I'm reading, and the stories within it follow logical changes and don't give me Whiskey Tango Fornication moments. The blend of fantasy and science fiction is also done well
While putting out kibble for The Artist Currently Known as Dixie, calling her, and not getting her to respond, (she was out back – no, not in the outback if anyone got that idea) I thought about how many house pets live short lives in comparison to humans (No, don't be that person who brings up turtles in this conversation). I've lost several over the years – the Poms, the mighty guide beast, and many when I was a child and teen. My brother lost his Weimarauner several weeks ago and he's grieving hard, so that's in my mind too. So I wrote this to maybe capture some of the feeling of the loss:
Pet Requiem
No toys on the floor
A food bowl no longer filled
Empty home and heart
I still haven't gotten anyone to help me with my tech problems – the AT&T store doesn't do repairs now, they send customers to the Geek Squad, and those folks have no experience in dealing with smart phones using accessibility functions. My only recourse, maybe, is to visit the local Samsung store… in Frisco; that'd be a long walk, even if I took DART as far as I could go toward getting there. I've got several things that didn't make it to my new phone, like, for instance, my ringtones and other sounds. And that's one of the twelve or so issues on my tech fix list – I'm feeling kind of way isolated, folks.
I know we live in a chaotic time, and I accept chaos is required for change, so I guess this is my slice of it.
Not much going on – I got my infusion, so hopefully my transplanted kidney won't get attacked by my body. That's the one time I've been out of the house in the last four weeks.
I finished the seventh book in the Dungeon Crawler Carl series (I don't have access to the eighth book and number nine hasn't come out yet) and it's a fun read; it's snarky enough for my tastes and I get the media references sprinkled throughout it. I not only like how he's building the story, I like what he's telling and how he writes it. There's no real storyline telegraphing, which is a welcome change in what I'm reading, and the stories within it follow logical changes and don't give me Whiskey Tango Fornication moments. The blend of fantasy and science fiction is also done well
While putting out kibble for The Artist Currently Known as Dixie, calling her, and not getting her to respond, (she was out back – no, not in the outback if anyone got that idea) I thought about how many house pets live short lives in comparison to humans (No, don't be that person who brings up turtles in this conversation). I've lost several over the years – the Poms, the mighty guide beast, and many when I was a child and teen. My brother lost his Weimarauner several weeks ago and he's grieving hard, so that's in my mind too. So I wrote this to maybe capture some of the feeling of the loss:
Pet Requiem
No toys on the floor
A food bowl no longer filled
Empty home and heart
I still haven't gotten anyone to help me with my tech problems – the AT&T store doesn't do repairs now, they send customers to the Geek Squad, and those folks have no experience in dealing with smart phones using accessibility functions. My only recourse, maybe, is to visit the local Samsung store… in Frisco; that'd be a long walk, even if I took DART as far as I could go toward getting there. I've got several things that didn't make it to my new phone, like, for instance, my ringtones and other sounds. And that's one of the twelve or so issues on my tech fix list – I'm feeling kind of way isolated, folks.
I know we live in a chaotic time, and I accept chaos is required for change, so I guess this is my slice of it.
