Category Archives: Miscellaney

An Anniversary

It slipped past me. Yesterday was the first anniversary of this blog. It’s transformed a bit over time, focusing a bit more on what interests me personally and not as much a series of links to mental health sites and articles. I know I’ve garnered a few dedicated readers, and I thank you for stopping by to see what’s popped out of my psyche on any given day. I hope you’ve enjoyed this as much as I have. Here’s to another year!

Where Oh Where Has My Restful Sleep Gone?

Up until tonight I’ve been falling into bed immediately into a deep pool of sleep. I’m not sure what happened to thwart this, but it’s 3:18 a.m. as I type and I’m obviously awake. (Some might argue that the quality of writing is an indication otherwise, but they’re — well, just plain wrong.)

Rather than lie abed fidgeting, I’ve been accomplishing tasks that are not on my list but need doing nonetheless (small stuff that doesn’t occur to me when I write the list). For instance, even though people will come with boxes and paper to pack next week, there are some family heirlooms (e.g., small porcelain items) that I don’t want to leave to their whims. I’m sure they’ll wrap them in paper nicely, but I want bubblewrap around them too. So I did this; I just can’t box them (or their insurance won’t cover the property).

There is also the task of making sure to put the cats’ health information in the bag with the accessories they’ll need for the trip (treats, sedatives, litter pan liners, etc.) Oh, and then I had an idea for how to rearrange some office files so the my fiancé will have room for hanging folders. I often get creative ideas to small problems when I lie in bed. And as I write this, I just remembered I need to put my jump rope where it will be included with the “Keep” pile and not the Goodwill one.

My eyes are growing heavy while I type, so perhaps this small ritual of doing and telling will release me. I need the sleep. We have lots to do today: the car to the mechanic, the bank, the laundry, the…

I Just Want You To Know

Your Attention, Please

There are about fourteen days in the countdown to departure. I will try to post something daily in the coming week. As of August 9, we’ll disconnect our cable modem. Packers will come mid-week (August 11) to pack one day and load the truck the next. We’ll depart toward the end of that week and may not be back online until after the 20th. I’m sure y’all won’t go through withdrawal if I don’t post awhile, but I probably will!

Haiku

‘Tis pure bliss to drape,
stretched as far as one can be,
across soft comfort.

Ashley

“Stretchy Cat” Photographer Unknown ©2003 / From a friend’s email

I’m Off Again

In about 6 hours I’ll depart for San Jose to look for a place to live. My fiancé has found over three dozen leads, so we have a lot of looking to do. We’ll also see a few sights, I hope. I won’t be posting until after my return the 24th. Below is a photo of a seriously beautiful place from my Washington trip, and in the expanded view you can see a seriously funny pic too.

solduc falls, wa

Sol Duc Falls, Olympic National Park, WA / ©2004 Kathryn Petro

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Gone Fishin’

This blog will officially be on vacation July 5-12. I’m heading north to Port Townsend, WA, for a week with my fiancé to visit his parents. It will be lovely and cool, and we’re looking forward to it. There are lots of great links to explore in the sidebar. See you in about a week!

No Questions Allowed?

I’m a member of Orkut and in my quest for possibly placing Zoë, I sent out notices to the Austin and cat lover communities there. The note was brief, saying I’m moving cross country and needed a new home for her, asking if anyone who lives in central Texas and is interested to contact me. I provided a link to the blog post so people could learn more.

Although the cynical part of me knows better, I’m amazed that people won’t bother to read before making a judgment about the kind of person I am. I’m amazed at the intensity and vitriol of some of the responses. It makes me reconsider the concept of “social networks” like Orkut. If asking for help results in condemnation and unconstructive feedback, this removes the incentive to reach out. People who rescue animals plead and urge pet owners to tap all resources if they choose not to keep a pet, and yet the response to my call has been mostly unhelpful.

I received one inquiry from someone local expressing interest in discussing adoption. I’ll be exploring it. One other respondent empathized and provided practical advice on helping her through the move. I’ve not made the final decision yet; I was putting out feelers to see what options might be available.

I’ve been criticized for abandoning my cat and being a nasty person who doesn’t deserve the cat I have. But my goodness, if it’s taboo to ask the question or consider alternatives, how can I make a fully informed decision? This reminds me of religious paradigms which make it a sin to doubt or question. A good decision comes from exploration.

If you have helpful information on how to move a cat such as Zoë 1500 miles — keeping in mind the move will take four days and we’ll then live in a motel for up to 15 days after arrival while we wait for our furniture to arrive and will have two other cats with us — I welcome hearing from you. I you have helpful information about resources in Austin or might want to adopt her, please contact me. If your only message is to ask me why I’m considering this or tell me I’m an awful person, I would rather not hear from you. This is not an easy or painless situation.

My Cat Needs a New Home

I have three cat companions, and one of them, I fear, will not survive the move cross-country. She’s a little neurotic. Her name is Zoë, and she’s six years old, spayed, declawed, and updated on her annual shots. She’s really gorgeous and has a gentle personality.

So what’s the problem, you ask? I adopted Zoë from foster care when she was six months. She and a sibling were abandoned at six weeks of age. They were left in a box, and the rescuer had a number of large dogs that attacked the box. The traumatic experience altered Zoë. Her caregivers said she was psychotic and totally untouchable when they got her. Over time she calmed down (she lived in a room with 30 other cats to be socialized), but remained skittish. She was beautiful, and I’ve got a soft spot for cast-offs, so I adopted her along with another cat.

Over the years, Zoë has become as tame as she will probably ever be. I think she has post-traumatic stress disorder. She likes to sleep in enclosed, quiet places, and it is a rare visitor who ever lays eyes on her. If you sneeze loudly or make a sudden movement, she nearly jumps out of her skin. However, she also is a come-sit-beside-you cat who loves to snuggle. Don’t try to pick her up. She freaks out. If you let her come to you, however, she will roll on her back and let you rub her belly. She is playful. Zoë brings to mind a quote I like:

Happiness is like a butterfly,the more you chase it, the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it comes and softly sits on your shoulder.

–By Nathanial Hawthorne

My concern is that the four days to California might just undo what stability she’s achieved. Each cat will travel in a carrier, and at night we’ll let them out in the motel room to eat and use the litterbox. We will consider tranquilzers, but adminstering a pill to her is virtually impossible. If she’s too lethargic, she won’t be up to eating and such in the evenings. It just doesn’t seem like a happy situation. Furthermore, we’ll rent an apartment in CA, and most places have a limit of two pets.

What Zoë needs is a place to live that is quiet (no dogs!) with someone who can accept a cat who is very cat-like (aloof, interacts with you on her terms). She socializes well with other cats, mostly because she does not try to dominate. She finds her niche. I’ve been hoping and praying to find a loving home for her, but this is proving difficult. If we don’t succeed, and decide not to take her, we have but one alternative, and that is to put her down. I dearly wish to avoid that.

Please consider giving sweet Zoë a home, and ask your among your friends and family if anyone could adopt her. Email me at kathryn at pobox dot com.

You can see a photo of her below.
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A New ‘Do

You may notice a dramatic change around here. I’ve been thinking awhile about changing the colors on the blog, since I love green and want a venue to use it. I also think it’s a more gender-neutral color, which can’t hurt (I had created the blog to match my business site, and color was more of an issue there).

The photo in the upper right corner is from one of my favorite places on earth: Beaver Lake Nature Center. I spent many hours there hiking and volunteering. I took the photo last June when I went up to visit my parents and a sister in celebration of my 40th birthday. I hiked with my father through the Deep Woods trail and over the Lake Loop trail. It brought me back to my roots. Since I think of life as following a path into parts unknown, I thought the photograph captured this!

Uninspired

I think I’m suffering from information overload. I’m on seven spirituality or poetry mailing lists (the source of numerous postings here), and I noticed last night that I’ve been hardly reading them — in the sense that I’m letting them sit unread and when I do, my brain doesn’t register much.

I feel bloated with words and ideas. Almost sick on them. I read blogs and feel my eyes glaze, my brain disconnect. Same with the news and all the other websites I read. This is why, in part, I’ve only posted brief quotes as entries in recent days.

For this reason, I’m going to take a rest from this blog until my appetite returns. It will probably be only for a few days, because whenever I give myself time off I shortly begin to come up with things to say. Meanwhile, there is a healthy helping of great blogging in the sidebar.

A Few Small Repairs

I’ve made some adjustments to this blog. If you view it on a PC in 800 x 600 resolution, you should now be able to view the right sidebar next to the blog content. I also grew a bit exasperated with my categories. First I installed code to create pull down menus (so the list of monthly archive links doesn’t go on forever). This wasn’t enough, however, so I spent one night on the weekend paring down the categories from 24 to 13 (a baker’s dozen, yum). Some categories I condensed together. It was a bit of a challenge and some level of specificity was sacrificed, but I think it makes the blog more accessible.

Plus-sized Needs?

An excerpt from Wendy Shanker’s book, The Fat Girl’s Guide to Life:

See, I have enough problems without Procter & Gamble implying that I’ve got some sort of big, fat, crazy vagina down there that’s going to swallow you up if you get too close. Fat Girls have worked too hard to get beautiful, sexy clothes designed to fit our beautiful, sexy bodies. When we dress stylishly, and walk proudly, and speak loudly, we affirm that we wear a bigger size. But sexually, we’re just like other women. We have the same parts, pleasures, concerns, and needs. So please, don’t sell me an extra-large spoon, because I don’t have an extra-large mouth. Don’t invent an extra-thick stick of deodorant, because my armpit acreage is perfectly average. I don’t need extra-wide Charmin to wipe my extra-fat ass. And I won’t buy an extra-wide maxipad, because I have a perfectly normal vagina. Don’t get me wrong, my vagina is fabulous. It does cool stuff. But size-wise, it’s just a regular, old, standard-issue vagina.

Amen!

[via Sue]

Springtime Serenade

I’ve been serenaded today by the Indigo Girls. They have such incredibly melodious voices and lyrics of substance. In particular, I’ve set the car CD player to repeat Southland in the Springtime. It’s kind of a lullabye, with a soft, meandering pace. Here’s the portion of the lyrics that spoke to me.

Maybe we’ll make Texas by the morning
Light the bayou with our tailights in the night
800 miles to El Paso from the stateline
And we never had the money for the flight
In the backseat sleepy from our travels
Played our hearts out all night long in New Orleans
Dirty from the diesel fumes drinking coffee black
When the first breath of Texas comes in clean

And there’s something bout the Southland in the springtime
Where the waters flow with confidence and reason
Though I miss her when I’m gone, it won’t ever be too long
Till I’m home again to spend my favorite season
When God made me born a yankee he was teasin’
There’s no place like home and none more pleasin’
Than the Southland in the springtime

The lyrics and pace remind me of a Melissa Etheridge song that I love, You Can Sleep While I Drive. I was also struck by how Amy Ray’s voice has a roughness that makes me think of Etheridge. I’ve seen Etheridge in concert several times, and they were power-packed events. I’d like the hear the Indigo Girls someday.

Hotlinking Is a No-No

I have recently begun posting images and writing haiku to accompany them. It occurred to me that I ought to provide a little etiquette instruction for my readers, particularly because lots of people get into blogging who are not otherwise Internet savvy. The following definition is from Altlab.com:

Bandwidth theft or “hotlinking” is direct linking to a website’s files (images, video, etc.). An example would be using an <IMG> tag to display a JPEG image you found on someone else’s web page so it will appear on your own site, journal, weblog, forum posting, etc.

Bandwidth refers to the amount of data transferred from a website to a user’s computer. When you view a webpage, you are using that site’s data transfer to display the files. Since web hosts charge based on the amount of data transferred, bandwidth is an issue. If a site is over it’s monthly bandwidth, it’s billed for the extra data or taken offline.

A simple analogy for bandwidth theft: Imagine a random stranger plugging into your electrical outlets, using your electricity without your consent, and you paying for it.

If you have recently posted an image to your blog by hotlinking to my server, please download the image to your own server. I have uploaded an .htaccess file to my root servers to prevent hotlinking (and if I did it correctly, any hotlinked images should show a red X or blue question mark instead).

I appreciate the compliment you pay me by finding my material worthy of including on your own blog. However, I can only afford a certain amount of bandwidth and cannot support everyone else’s needs.

Update, 10:50 p.m.: I followed the instructions, but it’s working only sporadically. I may resort to other measures…