The Cats are Sick

They stopped eating. Since it was both of them I thought they must have eaten something bad. I took them to the Cat Hospital here in Durham, they took blood, but they said everything came back fine. Meanwhile, I got them to eat a little babyfood.

I called my vet, The Cat Practice in New York. They said it could be an unspecified virus, and to keep them on the babyfood for a couple of days. As long as they ate that and didn’t throw up, they’d probably be fine. This morning they wouldn’t eat it, and Finney threw up.

I can live with a lot of things, but not anything bad having to do with my cats. I’ve got messages into both vets, and I cancelled my ride to the library.

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I Like This Painting

I saw this on the Met’s website when I was looking for the Francois Gilot/Picasso photograph. I forget who the painter is now! But I like this painting.

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Right now I’m downloading the new TV show The Conviction from the Apple Music Store. 1, because it’s free, 2, because I’ve never watched video before on my new video iPod and 3, because I love TV and it’s a new show.

Are We Both Speaking English?

I was at Petco last week, about to lug kitty litter when I broke down and asked, “Do you deliver?” (I make myself carry all heavy things for exercise, that’s why I say I broke down.) The cashier answered, “What’s delivery?”

I was so confused by her question I just repeated the word. “Delivery.” We stared at each other in mutual non-comprehension. People were waiting behind me so she finally answered, “No,” even though I’m sure she didn’t know what I was asking. I figured it was probably the right answer nonetheless.

Along the same lines, I wrote a polite but angry letter to the Durham Police Department. People keep almost hitting me making right turns on red when I have the walk sign. And it’s “almost” because I learned quickly that pedestrians are invisible in Durham. I always watch and jump out of the way.

Someone reasonably responded it’s not much of a walking city, and I reasonably responded that they shouldn’t have right turn on red then, in a city that’s not used to watching for pedestrians.

(That reminds me, when I leave I’m going to post a BIG thank you to the librarians of the Special Collections Library who have been taking care of me. For instance, after this incident Elizabeth Dunn, who fed me an amazing meal, drove me to Petco to stock up on kitty litter. Then she drove me to Target to stock up on water. Zachary Elder, who was featured earlier as the youngest librarian of Special Collections, also had me over for an amazing dinner.)

The Original Site of the Lab

This is the West Duke Building, where the Parapsychology Lab was located when it was at Duke. It’s on the East Campus, what was then the Women’s Campus. I wonder if that was like shuffling it off to the side at the time? Imagine if your office was one of the ones with those lovely arched windows, though.

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Update

Cats: Finney meows at whoever walks by. People talk babytalk back to him until they notice me sitting here working. Then they look sheepish (I smile).

Gym: Next week we start free weights. My trainer warned me that the pounds are going to start going up, but that it’s JUST MUSCLE.

Music: Continuing to sound like the religious fanatic in room 128. “Let the guilty prophet perish!”

Research: Something I’ve learned in life: Cops put as little as possible in writing. Scientists put EVERYTHING in writing. No matter how far along I am, I’ve decided, I’m going home in March. I’ve probably got enough for a dozen books at this point. I’m going to get as far as I get, go home, start writing, and if I’ve missed stuff I will hire a student here to copy it for me.

TV: I miss my HDTV. My glorious glorious HDTV. I’m missing the Olympics in HDTV.

I’m Catching Up!

I wanted to find an image of joy or peace. This was the first one I thought of. I’ve always loved this photograph of Francois Gilot and Picasso, and although there’s a lot more going on here, certainly a lot that could be read into it, she looks happy.

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I’ve managed to increase the number of boxes I get through in a day, so I think I can come home in mid-March. What do you think the chances are there’ll be the second storm of the century when I get home? Oh, please please please.