Stacy Horn

My friend Chris called me in a panic yesterday. She’d rescued a kitten who bit her and when she tried to feed it, it foamed at the mouth.

She was afraid the kitten had rabies, but I thought it was more likely it didn’t like the food and was afraid (my cats sometimes foam at the mouth when I give them certain meds).

I googled it and if they stop foaming at the mouth after a half an hour then chances are it’s not rabies. It has since started eating, and is no longer foaming so Chris and the Tasmanian Devil are probably going to be fine. But it does have fleas. How do you treat a kitten this young for fleas?

It’s so cute though. I suggested the following names: Jaws, Mothra, Ghidra, Godzilla.

They’re not taking those home, are they? But maybe they are. Do people have ducks as pets? Maybe I want ducks for my birthday. Except no, the cats would probably kill them.

I read about a job recapping Bones on Craigslist. It doesn’t pay well, but I think I can’t resist. I’d be getting paid to watch my favorite tv show. What the hell!

This week I turn WAY OLDER. What shall I do for myself? I wish Super 8 was opening this weekend, then there would be nothing to decide. Lately I’ve had the strongest urge to go swimming. I probably wouldn’t last very long, I’d get out of breath quickly, and I don’t own a bathing suit, but I just feel like doing it. I wish I knew someone who had a pool.

Buddy, my beautiful cancer boy. He is still doing amazingly well. He was diagnosed what? A year and a half ago? And he’s still going strong.

It’s just too hot out there and I’m so happy here, parked in front of the air conditioner. Plus, helicopters have been hovering hovering hovering for hours which means some bad guy is being moved from one place to another, OR, is on the loose, in either case, best to hide out.

I’ve been going through my 2005 posts on Echo in order to describe what my life was like when my choir sang a certain piece, and I can’t wait until I’m done. 2005 was a brutal year for me. The Restless Sleep had come out and was getting great reviews, but my heart was also being so regularly and severely broken I didn’t get much of a chance to enjoy it. Also, Bush was sworn in for the second time, confirming my belief that my fellow countrymen are INSANE, Hurricane Katrina, it was just a awful year.

But all through it I was singing the most beautiful music. I go back through my posts and it’s heartening to see how I still managed to find happiness even while life was beating the crap out of me. So yay me! (Okay, except my poor judgement about that guy. I learned I am not always the best judge of character.)

Looking up at the sky through my beloved Day of the Triffids (gingko) trees.

They’ve been discovered in South Africa, it’s just a matter of time before they make their way over here. I quit.

After taking both Saturday and Sunday off, I feel like I really should work today, but come on. It’s a holiday, right?

These people were lined up to get on a party boat that never leaves the dock. It must be one really great party because they were waiting a long time, in the heat.