Forward into the past

I think I've talked about handkerchiefs in the blog before, commenting that my older sister carries men's hankies instead of tissues.  Saves her a lot of money over the course of a year.  But it's also a better for the planet thing, not filling up the landfills, not feeding potential deforestation.

Anyway, I'm a slow adopter, but finally got there.  I needed to order new undies anyway, so I added the hankies to my shopping, and they arrived yesterday.

Talk about triggering memories!  When I was a little girl tissues were just not a thing at our house.  We had hankies.  And every year for Christmas we would embroider Dad's initial on new hankies.  Inexpensive gifts in a household that didn't have a lot.  Socks, hankies, PJ's slippers... classic Christmas for us.

No, I am not about to take up needlework in this cause.  Nope, gonna do what I do.  Figure out how many hankies I go through in a day or a week, and how many boxes of tissues that saves.  Of course, one does have to launder them, but you have to do laundry anyway.  It's just a matter of having enough to last from normal laundry day to normal laundry day.

I got over to medicate my sister's kitty Friday morning & bobbled the job.  Tomorrow I'll do better.  I did get the kitty to eat the tuna juice with the crushed half pill, but I didn't isolate her sister into a separate room, so both kitties and I were stressed out as I made sure the right cat got the meds.  As I said, tomorrow, I'll do better.  Report to follow.

Rubia is doing fine.  The vet's office sent a follow up e-mail asking after her progress.  I gave her the first dose of pain medicine they sent home, but not at zero cost.  She was NOT happy with me and nailed my finger in the process.  She's certainly getting feistier as she has had more vet experience.  But she's healing.

I couldn't get a good angle on her in the bay window seat (one of her favorite spots).  But there she is!  Still got that one leg wrapped, I thought.  I assumed when I got her back that this was what it was, wrapping that held in the IV needle.  

Friday evening, I had phone calls from my son, and later my friend Geri (the one I kayak with).  Son was commuting from his job homeward, and he often calls me during these kinds of drives.  He has it hooked up so that he is talking "hands free".  I will see him on Sunday afternoon, and Carl, and his fiancé.  Hopefully it will be slightly warmer for a tramp around the dog park.

Geri invited me to a women's Basketball game in December.  She got free tickets, and we both enjoy watching the lady Huskers.  I haven't heard back with a date/time from my niece's hubby, so I accepted, "weather permitting".

Saturday morning, I was able to lift Rubia and feel the leg.  I was thinking I might need to remove the wrap I thought was there.  No wrap!  It's where they shaved her.  I don't know if I just have that bad eyesight, or if there was a wrap and she had managed to remove it since getting home.  It is bare and starting to grow fuzz again.  I think it will take a while before my kitty with the incomplete "poodle cut" has a whole coat though.

On to sister's house to take care of her kitties.  It went better on Saturday.  I did have to heft her orange kitty to confine her in sis's bedroom.  Then the tuna juice with crushed pill dissolved in it was quickly dispatched by the thyroid challenged kitty.  I could then put down both little dishes of canned food at the same time.  Better process.

That's about it from here!  I hope everyone is staying safe and warm and dry, wherever on the planet you are!  Staying hydrated?  Nourished?  Exercised?  Rested?  And of course, inspired.

Life is good.  Spark on!