Tuesday, May 31, 2005

Got the MRI news- the good news is that Micah's brain is in excellent working condition, so I will accept no excuses for him not using it. :) The other news is that he has a cyst in one of his sinuses. I'm pretty sure that when this is inflamed it explains the headaches. It explains the nosebleeds. It's falling into place. I don't know what can be done about it but the doc referred me to an ENT specialist. Do we take it out? Monitor it? I don't know. I will research sinus cysts. It definitely explaines A LOT!!!! The headaches, headaches, headaches. And he always pointed to that particular sinus, too.
Next step is finding out what the heck to do. Meanwhile Micah normally has no headaches. Has been having problems at school and finally today he and I and the counselor talked. He has been bullied but doesn't tell when he is. He just takes it. Well I don't want him to just take it. This boy named Roosevelt. And another boy named Ray Chang. I eat at Ray's parents' restaurant a lot. I love that place. I'll see Ray working the cash register like a little man, but he changes his colors at school! He provokes Micah by saying stuff to him, then Micah says something back, then Ray punches or shoves Micah. (sigh) With Roosevelt and another kid named Maron it's been kind of ongoing for years. Maron's been better but Roosevelt is still all up in his face a lot. Anyway DT's, time outs, and all that seem not to have alleviated the problem. For a while Roosevelt was detained after school because he kept bothering Micah after school, threatening to knock him over on his bike. Well the counselor brought it up today with the principal and teachers involved letting them know what's really going on and that the consequences for this stuff have to be greater. And they need to start detaining Roosevelt again. My son has the right to go to school in peace. Forget the boys will be boys stuff. I'm tired of this.

Monday, May 30, 2005

These are real nice photos I took of Arizona a couple of years ago when I visited Ellen, Chuck, Len,and Jean- south of Tucson in the retirement area Green Valley. Well of all places they took me to, I think Tumacacori was one of my favorites.

I have a few other pix (containing me) if you were wondering-and I am not putting them up for one simple reason-vanity. I am thinner now and I do NOT like how I looked in them. I'll get a few up there after running them through PHotoshop- I was brazen enough to look under an 8-ft. metal Kokopelli's loincloth in a shop that sold dozens of wrought iron decorations, and sho'nuff, the god of fertility was anatomically correct.


top of Tumacacori


Aunt Jean


Peaceful Tumacacori. This is a church that is no longer in use, but was used for missionary purposes hundreds of years ago. Many churches like this dot the Sonoran desert. This is just beautiful and there's such a sense of peace there. This was abandoned but if I remember correctly this is being restored inside. I wonder if it is done. I've been through AZ since this trip but not been back to this area and I really want to go there again. Ellen and Chuck's home near Tucson (Green Valley) is finished so sometime when they're there, I'm going again.


I loved the contrasts of doorways, and the moon overhead.


Tumacacori


Tumacacori


Priest's bowl at Tumacacori


between Green Valley and Nogales


Tumacacori


outside Jean and Len's


Tumacacori


Tumacacori

Sunday, May 29, 2005

So today was an absolutely perfect day. Weather high 70's. Perfect clarity. So I'm putting on photos I took of a memorial day service at Arlington (that's the Mount Healthy one, not the Virginia one, but every bit as beautiful and probably bigger!) cemetary. The Finneytown band was asked to play there. They played the national anthem and a medley of all the military branches, with any veteran standing when their branch's song began.
Speeches were given by several WWII and Korean vets. One of them left a hand and a few fingers in Europe. They all left behind comrades and returned with the disturbing loss of innocence that is the aftermath of war.

There is a reason they call them the Greatest Generation. These are the people who are in their 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's now. The parents of the Boomers. As a generation they were almost singular in purpose and unity. They had their demons, and they had their blessings. The ethos, courage, morals, stamina, acumen, faith, identity, enthusiasm, innovativeness, and above all sense of purpose of that generation are most likely unparalleled in world history.

Next you will see Nathanael receiving award after award at, aptly titled, Awards Night. 7 in all. MMM, good job and adds more meat to the college apps. Superb, son. Superb.

We also went to see my brother Dan and his wife Tracy. Dave brought Erin, Leah, Sierra, and Hayden. We had Crowduck fish and waffle fries. Unfortunately for my parents, they are in Scandinavia at the moment, well then again, it's NOT unfortunate; I'm sure they are feasting on tasty Norwegian salmon or soaking up the heat of a Finnish sauna.

Not all news is good today. I'm not at liberty to disclose the bad right now; it will be known soon enough. So, I'm very sad for some people in my life, and my heart is breaking right now for them.


This is the best of the Sierra with horsie pics I took today.


nuzzle nuzzle


My brother Dan with our niece Sierra.


Hey, neighbor. Feed me.


Micah and animals are a good mix and always have been. Did I ever talk about the time he befriended a stray pit bull?! That dog was putty in his hands.


My son Micah making a new friend


Leah feeding the neighbor's horses. You can see her blog by clicking on the appropriate link to the right.


Hayden enjoying the rocks. Rocks. Rocks.


My husband Steve at Dan and Tracy's today


Nathanael receiving an award


Nathanael receiving an award


Nathanael receiving an award


Nathanael receiving an award


smiling Nathanael on the night he received 7 scholar awards.


Rchard Canter directing the FHS band in the national anthem.


Nathanael with the large hair, a little left of middle.


All gave some. Some gave all. Freedom is never free.


release of the doves in honor of the fallen


salute, tribute to the fallen


This is the FHS band director Richard Canter's baby, Lily. She was just TOO adorable in a little blue dress with flowers.


This little girl with Shirley Temple curls was helping this man who was probably her veteran great-grandfather, who had a leg brace, and it was just one of the sweetest things I've ever seen.


memorial day tribute

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

My strut strut strut time. If mama ain't happy ain't nobody happy and mama's happy right now...Nathanael took not 1, not 2, not 3......he took home 7 awards!!!!!

Pictures forthcoming.

Awards are for excellence in Spanish II, Accounting, Health, Newspaper (that's extracurricular), English 10, Academic Team (also extracurricular- they beat Wyoming and Summit Country Day which is the most prestigious HS in the area- expensive too), and 1st Year Chemistry.

Now if only I can get him to do his make-up homework in math, etc. SOOOOO forgetful!
I WROTE IT ON HIS HAND!

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Micah's been getting those "growing pains" in his legs and wrists. Anyone else with this experience? Poor guy's been sidelined lately with colds, headaches, and now this. He's frustrated. But usually out running and biking so it can't be too bad. MRI is on Monday at Children's. Today I went to a Medical Interpreters' meeting and our guest was Charlotte, our contact from Children's. She works with interpreting there though she isn't one. They have their interpreters in-house but sometimes outsource. Right now their provider isn't even us! I have a feeling it could be soon. Just have to get us all trained well. We don't have to be certified by Ohio (yet). If we were, we'd be much, much more expen$ive.
I made a decision to turn down next job at DRC to see how the interpreting is. Katie's going to China, Rose is in Japan, Sophia is in Prague, and no new women are being hired, so I had to say yes for now because otherwise they'd hire someone else too and I wouldn't get enough hours interpreting when DRC hours run out. If I don't get enough the first couple weeks of June, I'll start looking for perm stuff and also maybe do something else at DRC after the family vacation in Crowduck. The annual pilgrimage. Land of mosquitoes, black flies, and no-see-ums.

All right, I finally found the photos I took in Arizona a couple of years ago visiting Ellen and Chuck, Jean and Len. I'm going to TRY to get some of them on here. Have to re-install some things since my computer has changed. But I will get them.

Thursday, May 19, 2005

It's amazing what those exercises, simple as they are, did. I have no back pain now. Zip. Nada. Problem solved. That was easy. (Dad, are you listening? I will show you these exercises, too.) I should have known this old carcass wouldn't break down that easily. I have God to thank for my good health.

Nice T-storms have been going over the area for several hours now. Rumble of thunder always in the background. When I got home today the kids and Steve had already left to see Star Wars.

Gonna go now and finish watching Raymond (favorite show).

Wednesday, May 18, 2005

Good news is no sciatica, spine problems, spasms, or anything else. I don't remember what the name for it is except maybe just lack of balance.

Physical Therapist first starts off by pressing and testing areas of my spine. He found one spot that I really felt- it was pain but kind of the warm pain. It felt good, actually. He showed me some exercises, then, to do. They really work. I felt much better and they are easy. Will do this a little and with time this back stress will subside. I was amazed at how much those exercises worked. The cute trainer that I thought was just out of college with his little Tom Cruise teeth, well he was actually 37. So I know he's doing something right. The ass't trainer was a young guy, about 23. He was training on me, LOL. The whole time the trainer was telling the assistant trainer to press here on the xyz and now in sector 5 a little lower on the whatchamacallit...geez I was trying to keep up because in general I know a little biology but it went way too fast. I just relax and let them press on this and that disc. Nothing wrong with me.

Today about lunchtime I filed into the line to use the microwaves to heat my lunch. We only get a half an hour for lunch and as you can imagine the herd of us crowds into the lunchroom all at once. This one lady, now mind you up until now she has been nothing but NICE to me, but she annoys me. Just her voice, the way she wears her pants up to her chest, the general spaciness, her flat nasal words, none of which is her fault, NONE of which is any kind of fault of hers! but I am annoyed by her. So TODAY I was behind one other person to use the microwave and when he removed his food I was already opening a corner of my food to stick it in when she just went right ahead and stuck her food in, like she just THOUGHT she was next in line, you know how people are- you think YOU are next, they think THEY are next, you both inch a little closer...closer... Well I had NOT had my medication yet and was pretty irritable. So in my HEAD I was letting out a string of expletives, mostly involving one very versatile four-letter word. ****ing idiot, what the ****! you just stuck your ****ing food in the ****ing microwave and I was ****ing ahead of you you moron!!! And still asking God, please forgive my thoughts....Please forgive my thoughts toward this lady...It was NO BIG DEAL to wait a minute or so more...give me patience...well THEN this lady takes her food out of the microwave and manages to stumble and the whole cup of chunky soupish stuff splats all over the floor. I'm thinking inside of me, Ha Ha stupid ****ing idiot, then once again say I God please forgive me...and outside I was Niiiiiice niiiiice nice, saying, "Oh no! Oh no!" She started to wipe it off the floor and I said, "Don't worry about it, we can tell the custodian, it's too big a mess to wipe up like that...just go on out and get another lunch somewhere..." So on the OUTSIDE people think I'm nice but NOTICE I didn't offer her MY lunch (I know she probably wouldn't have taken it but in any case I didn't offer) and once she DID come back with a mop I didn't offer (like a couple of other people did) to help her clean it. I proceeded to join the herd of dozens who ignored her and ate my lunch. Now people think I'm outwardly a nice person but don't you realize how spiteful I can be in my heart?

Monday, May 16, 2005

I'm finally getting help for this sciatica. It started 20 years ago or so as an occasional muscle spasm, the same muscle. It's graduated into a constant pain, sometimes tolerable, sometimes insupportable (is that a word in English?)- so I finally saw the doc and I'm going to physical therapy to see what works, get an x-ray, etc. In addition, Micah and I STILL have this stupid cold/bronchial/raw throat thing that was gone for a while, then came back, probably a different strain. My doc is strange- when you're IN PERSON he is as nice as can be, but on the phone he's a raging lunatic. Whenever I talk to him, I try to make sure it's in person. He is Jekyll and Hyde. I'm serious. I think it's because on the phone he just forgets who it is. I don't think he remembers names, just faces. And people are sometimes ruder on the phone than in person.
I missed a day of work today, hence my weekly bonus too. Had worked on Saturday(it's not required, it's if you want to, time and a half if you have 40 in), had wanted to do a perfect week this week- extended hours to get this project done- only to get sidelined by Micah's and my illnesses. I had already decided to stay home when Micah pleaded with me to stay home because he was going to stay home from school. He could barely speak. His throat still hurts now but those lozenges help, and it seems his headache is gone. I will send him off tomorrow with plenty of Hall's and Tylenol with a note that he can have it. Otherwise the school won't let the kids have anything.

Anyway sorry for this run-on- I'm typing as I'm thinking- not worrying about perfect grammar- so, no, I don't, usually, use so many comma, splices, and I think it's usually good to never split infinitives. I also don't normally write with contact run-on sentences it's not good to write like that. Poor grammar is something UP with which I will not PUT!

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Pretty storms out tonight. I've always just loved lightning flashing in the distance, the sag of humidity brushed away by the front gust, the swirls of wind rushing into the storm's eye.

Been spending a lot of time at the Y, usually with Micah + (pick one)Matt/Brian/Joshua. Today it was Matt. On the way home Micah says, "I have a girlfriend now. Her name is Suzanne." Matt says, "But I helped you get a girlfriend. Didn't I? Didn't I?"

As long as it stays at about THIS level in the sixth grade, it will stay cute to me. :) The giggly phone calls, the she's-my-girlfriend-for-5-minutes, maybe an IM or two. I doubt if he knows her last name. :) I doubt if he remembers she's his girlfriend in 24 hours. I doubt if she knows she's his girlfriend.

Received notice today Nathanael's being given an award at school. We don't know for what, and neither does he. But the ceremony is the 25th. So I'll have a reason to strut like a peacock (I've had plenty of practice being proud of my kids).

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

My little man...

went to the doc today about headaches. The HN gave a full examination. Said they're most likely caused by too much caffeine and not enough water. Next they did a routine blood test and turned out his platelets are low. They thought he had a virus that might impede his activities for a few weeks. This kind of virus was news to me. Anyway he had to go to the hospital and get a more thorough test. Platelets there were normal. But still has a virus that will run its course. And now he cannot have caffeine or even carbonated beverages. No chocolate milk. Well the first thing we both did after I picked up my JC food was get a salad at Frisch's. And he's been drinking lots of water.

He's exactly 50% height, 40% weight stanine for his age. He always complained he was too short and he's exactly average. Problem is he's so young for his grade- summer birthday. And now- now he's going through a growth spurt- shooting right up there.

During the whole time, Micah was so nonchalant about the whole thing- big man, you know- and when I told him, "I worry about you, because I love you" he said "Well I'm not worried about this at all." And he felt uncomfortable doing stuff at the docs that most people just take for granted they'll have to do- since he has so rarely ever been sick- first time peeing in a cup made him embarrassed.

Though Micah's fascination with fireworks and things that crash, smoosh, burn, or otherwise do weird things (such as this morning throwing pieces of baloney onto his moving ceiling fan) worried the nurse, he's still growing to be a pretty mature, intelligent, 100% testesterone-saturated young man. :)

He got his hair cut the other day into a buzz that is so appropriate and cute and attractive on 11-year-old boys, not that matted mess he had before. This little buzz makes him make look more like Micah and less like my brother Dan, whom he resembles so strongly. And the male vanity! Oh my goodness- so preoccupied with this one barely noticeable mole on his forehead- has been for years- so we may get it taken off if that's what he really wants. The cute little tough guy clothes- you know the jeans with the little chains on them. His roller blades, his bike. His little self. His cuuuuuuute one-eyebrow raise. Those velvety black eyebrows. Those beautiful hazel-green eyes. And especially that smile, that incredible smile, that lights up the place. That smile has always hit me like sunshine ever since he was a baby. And those dimples to go with it! No wonder the little girls think he's "hot" (even though he claims girls despise him). His penchant for always being the center of attention in a group. His love for animals. His utter lack of fear (which tends to scare ME). His mischevious laugh. His tenderness towards younger kids, his toughness when necessary with his friends. His faults, efven. Bossy. Demanding. I just love that little boy.

Sunday, May 08, 2005

All right, the last time I visited Alberta was when I was about 12 years old...and now that I've gotten to know Angel Stripedwolf for a year or so, and another person from Alberta just jointed our little group ...I really wanna go back there. When I was 12 I didn't know anyone there and the most memorable soul was the bear that scared my mom at our campsite near Jasper. The scenery became my memory, preserved as beautiful as a postcard but from every angle. I still remember the majestic mountains completely surrounding the little town, the tram up Mt. Whistler and the climb the rest of the way up, and the snowball fight with my brothers on a warm summer day.

I should personally visit some of the group members. I know it may be impossible since we're from Alberta, Cincinnati (I haven't even met the
other Cincinnati member in person yet), Michigan, San Francisco (she bugs me but that's another story), Mississippi, Florida, Wisconsin, Maine, Colorado, probably a bunch of other US locations, the UK, Australia, and sometimes Bulgaria and Jamaica (last two being residences of Vicky, who is the reason we're all a group now- long story). I'm by far not the most active person in the group but it's fun and I've been with them for almost 3 years now. One Christmas we did a Secret Santa. We share baby pictures, work experiences, jokes, crazy stuff our kids do, frustrations, political opinions (a lot of heated discussions), heartaches, advice, and actually a few common enemies(again, long story). Some members are known for their "indelicate" language, LOL. That's putting it mildly.

Other news: Looks like Helen has run away, too. We haven't seen her in 5 days. She ran away the day Fiona died. She had NOT been acting sick, but I'm wondering if she was sick. My guess, though, is that she was hit by a car. It seems to be the fate of so many cats. There's one curve of our street where people drive like a bat out of hell. I never used to let my kids play near there, especially since one of our neighbors who grew up here was hit by a car there when he was a little boy. It messed up his knee. Later in life he played briefly for the Reds but his career floundered due to recurring problems with his knee due to that childhood injury. People drive like mad hornets around that corner. I don't know why. I try to drive slowly around this neighborhood since kids pop out of nowhere, everywhere.

Saturday, May 07, 2005

Nathanael and Micah + minion (Joshua) are on a creekwalk. Meeting I thought was today is 21st. Rosario forgot and scheduled me for stuff next week even though I told her I was on my other job. She forgets stuff. She's so sweet and I just like her but she just forgets stuff. Second time in like 2 weeks now.

Guess what- I'm gonna find something to do today- relax- it's not uncommon for me. I'm not one of those selfless women who never has time to do what she wants. I find plenty of time to do what I like. Unfortunately I don't always use it wisely or even in a foolishly fun way. Just lazily. I'm not one of those people who feels so busy and overwhelmed and obligated, though I like to be busy and obligated. I don't like to feel over or underwhelemd- just...whelmed. :)

Though I hate having too much extra time, I've still rarely felt used up and mentally strapped. I like to work a lot but not too much. Knowaddamean? I like doing and accomplishing things and going places but I actually enjoy most of it. I guess I just have some darn good medication, LOL.

What will I do today? Read the paper and do the crossword (hardest of the week is Saturday). Have a salad while I read. Been losing weight agian on JC and I feel great. So I'm continuing. I think I look good and will try to look better. I admit some of my weight loss desire is for my back problem and energy problem. Some of it is just plain old vanity. When I'm introspective and question my real motives behind anything, including weight loss, sometimes I find some real pride in my heart, so I'm trying to be real with God and ask Him to reveal to me what is right in feeling good about how you look and what is sin. (Sin is really defined as anything that diminishes yourself or another person.) I find these things in my heart even with friends. Family members. Various people. Spite, jealousy, vanity, getting my digs in even the sweetest of friends. If I don't catch myself then I'm very good at playing it like I'm all innocent. In other words, if I've accomplished something, there's a part of me that wants others to envy ME. There's a whole lot of junk in my heart that needs a severe cleaning. I think I'm a pretty typical woman in that way- most of us are vain or prideful in some one thing. The thing is, I still want to shine if I can. If I have a day I think I'm looking good, I like it. Where's the line? I don't know and I have introspection to do. I think one thing is if you truly, truly desire something good more for another than for yourself, without giving up feeling a sense of satisfaction about yourself, then you've got a handle on it. And God is working in your heart.
Maybe I will browse at Border's. Or find a pow-wow. Or yard sale. Or church bazaar. Or visit Vir. Or whatever. Just sit on the porch and cross stich. Signing off.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Thanks for your comments, everyone. I'm not much into babying pets or getting nutso over them and having them like my own children, which I realize some people do. I have my children. My children are my children, but my pets are special too, in a different way. Fortunately my grief when they die is not overwhelming, but I do feel it. Fiona was one of my particular favorites. She was so affectionate, nuzzling, cuddling, such a sweet girl. I will miss her. She gave and gave until the end, not even thinking about herself. So maternal.

Since my cats do spend a lot of time outside, they do what they naturally do in the wild- eat strange things, do strange things. But I can't force them to live in a cage (house). Animals need to be outside. I don't declaw. I hate declawing. It hurts! It's like cutting off the tips of your fingers. I adopted a declawed who'd been abandoned. She was so sick due to trying to live on her own without her claws. People don't realize when they declaw a cat that when they themselves DIE their relatives are not going to care about the cat and they will just turn it out. And if you have a $50,000 Italian couch, don't GET a cat. JUST DON'T.

I allow the cats to catch and eat prey. It's their nature and so I believe it's healthy. It's the diet God gave them. I can't make them like an invalid and baby them. They might live 15 years that way but how sad when they can't be outside. I couldn't live without going outside, so I can't expect them to. I realize keeping the cat indoors 100% of the time is the only practical solution for some people but when possible, try to let the cat get out and roam in a garden somewhere!

We now have just Helen (whom I haven't seen in 2 days, so hope she's just out on a jaunt and will be back- she's done it before- but she could have run off, too, and been hit by traffic, hope not)....and Oreo. We gave away Halo and his brother today. So many people wanted the kitties. They just keep calling and calling. I feel good about the homes I gave them to. Lots of little girls wanting cuddly kitties.

Oreo is adorable. She is just too cute. Just one of the cutest little faces ever. All gray and white patterned.

Today I began work on the Pennsylvania 8th grade tests. Finished training and qualified today. Will begin live tests tomorrow.

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

I'm just so sad, a healthy sad, I'm so grieving for Fiona. I miss her so much. I have just been crying and crying for an hour. I'm just so thankful that Steve, who knew she was sicker than I thought and didn't tell me, and who seems at first to be so hardhearted, well yesterday he said he gave her some water, and she tried to drink a little but fell on her side. She couldn't even walk. But she climbed into Steve's lap and started purring and fell asleep while Steve was stroking her. I thanked Steve so much for doing that. Fiona knew we loved her even if I was clueless enough not to know how sick she really was. I guess it was yesterday that she stopped eating. Until yesterday she was sick and threw up some hairballs, but she still ate and drank. She always craved milk. I gave her milk but I'm still feeling so sad- did she get enough? Why didn't I suspect something? Calcium deficiency? To top it off, the vet receptionist seemed so cold. I couldn't really afford to run the whole diagnostics just to have them tell me she was sick and going to die and we could try to make her better in order to struggle for some weeks or months and have her die anyway. There's some part of me that thinks maybe she could have recovered. I should have spent the hundreds. Even though Steve would have killed me. I mean he doesn't like spending money on animals but he's still affectionate. I can't believe he really thinks they really have no soul. This whole product-of-evolution just an organism way of thinking. I know deep inside there has to be some part of Steve that loves animals. If a horse is sick, you put it to sleep, right? There's this one part of him that's so stingy with animals, but another part that picks up my sick kitty and pets her while she purrs and falls asleep. He said he knew she was too sick to live but he wasn't telling me. I'm trying to sort it out but I guess I thought it wasn't distemper or anything because none of the other cats were sick. I just thought it was something she ate and she'd get over it. Stupid me.

I've had so many cats run off, be put to sleep, get hit by traffic, be born, be stillborn or die in infancy, and I've never grieved over any of them (except maybe my cats I had in childhood) the way I have grieved over losing Fiona. I think I've grieved over Fiona more than any cat I've ever had. I've loved all the cats I've had. Mona was so special. Blaze. But Fiona was just so special. I can't explain it. I'm so sad.

Have given away 6 kittens tonight after burying Fiona. My backyard's pretty much a pet cemetery. One more to give away, keeping two. We're keeping Oreo and Halo (aka "Mark" due to his one black marking). I'm done with this. It's hard to see these little animals suffer. I just loved Fiona. What an awesome cat she was and what a short life compared to how long I thought I'd have her. I wonder if there's anything I could have done to stop her from getting so sick. It may have been something she ate. Who knows. None of the other cats are sick. The vet mentioned a possible calcium deficiency, but I gave her milk all the time. She nursed the kittens a lot but she also had help from Helen, and she's nursed kittens longer than this before with no problem. It was something else. A fall or an infection or something. I won't know. I will always wonder if I could have stopped it.

Nice day until I came home. Fiona was very sick and convulsing. Long story short, I had to put Fiona down. I feel so horrible that maybe I did something to cause her to be sick, or I neglected her somehow. I'm so sorry. I knew she wasn't that well but I stupidly just attributed it to the hairballs.
Steve and I have fundamental differences on end-of-life measures for pets and it's not likely either of us will change. I do the humane thing and pay the good money to have them put to sleep when they are sick or suffering. Steve thinks animals are just animals, they don't have a soul, etc. Well I know they DO have souls. Even the ancient Hebrew word for "four-footed mammal" and "soul" is the same word. Anyway he thinks we ought to just let them die, though I would prefer not to have a convulsive cat slowly dying for several days, primarily because she would be suffering.
The clinic offered to run a battery of tests for hundreds of dollars to see what was wrong with her. I couldn't afford it and I could see she was already too far gone. My poor little kitty. I feel like I really, really let her down. I should have cared for her better.

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

Better day today. Got to play and help children, too. Especially one little boy, son of a pregnant mom I helped. This little boy was a former preemie. Microcephalic, too. Has had some operations on his head. I'm not sure the whole situation but he's 4 and doesn't walk yet though he probably will some day. Developmental delays. But has good fine motor skills. Has barely talked, has a lazy eye, but can follow things visually and laughs and interacts well. I just played with him today- and rubbed his legs and arms- stretched his legs and arms, which he absolutely loved so much. I played with the little sister, too. So adorable. Beautiful little child. Both with those huge, huge dark eyes. I imagine the baby will be beautiful, too.

Rose still isn't in Japan. Visa delayed but due any day soon. She and hubby are going to teach in Berlitz in Tokyo for a year. She will love Japan. I was one of the people who told her how nice Japan is and I think my description (and all the times I sat there studying kanji) influenced her and her husband to try living in Japan. 2 to be added to the many gaijin in Tokyo.

Ran into Marc0 - boy is he a cutie- and women do notice- he's got that ponytail and goatee and little glasses and has that cute intellectual look, especially when he's reading his philosophy books. Anyway the women do notice. :) He's a young guy- 25 ish- what's my name? Mrs. Robinson? JUST KIDDING EVERYONE! He's a nice guy.

Sofia is quitting and moving to Prague to teach ESL. She's fed up with Conversa's schedule, she says. Not knowing what job (or if she has one) from month to month. Anyway she's tired of it. I know how it is. I do I do. I've been in her shoes and have been with Conversa for years now. I know I know I know. She says she'd be leaving even if she weren't leaving Cincy. I wish her luck.

I ran into Sofia, Rose, Marco, Heidy, and more today at Elm, so it gave me a chance to get caught up on all the gossip and take my mind off of that devastating Friday morning. (I should focus on the things I have done WELL, not the one thing that went crazy on me.)

Monday, May 02, 2005

Flubbed up a job.

Remember I talked about the jobs Fri. and Mon. (I actually had those reversed- Monday's job was today- the disability- which was easy and went fine, except I felt bad for the patient as I always do- so much pain.) Anyway the first job Fri. was a total disaster. I really sucked and it showed. I was so sick and Ricardo came with me just to observe and he ended up doing one of the four simultaneous interpretations. I had asked him if he wanted to since my voice was going downhill and hurting. Well apart from me the P&G person had asked him already. So he did the third person and was great. Well I did okay on persons one and four, but person 2 was difficult for me. I couldn't hear everything she said. I was losing my voice. In the end, the feedback I eventually got came down to I was horrible and totally wiped out. I had done work for this place before and they had asked for me again. But the P&G people were different people and I could tell that with one of them I was already kind of not really interacting well. I was socially inept and he was very anal. Some of these P&G people are way ridiculous.
Though nothing I messed up on could have impacted the study too much, in the long run I really have to address a problem I have, a problem I have been devising workarounds for my entire life. It may be due to whatever is in my brain that I described earlier, that may or may not be a sort of Asperger-like thing. Why it is that when I speak, read, and write a language perfectly, I have trouble processing content information. Unless I really train myself, I focus on the language itself and details and sounds instead of the actual content being delivered. This is a huge problem if one is an interpreter. Simultaneous interpreting is difficult. Now the consecutive interpreting seems to be no trouble. Talking TO a person and then talking TO another person. But to be listening to a conversation and repeating everything both people say, word for word, in another language, even though I've done it, I find it very difficult sometimes. I have to completely switch gears. Sometimes I just gird myself up by watching Univision and just listening to the content of whatever is on- news, soap opera, Hasta en Las Mejores Familias (when it was on- it's the Jerry Springer of Mexico- with even more ridiculous stuff thrown in- aliens in the audience, etc.), and especially comedy shows. When I get enough of TV and radio and hopefully speaking in an environment of complete Spanish for hours and hours if possible, it helps gear my mind to listen to content, not the sounds or the music or the pitch or the pronunciation or the mechanics whatsoever of a language. But this is where my difficulty lies. This is why I probably will not ever achieve 100% competency as an interpreter. I find myself doing the EXACT same thing when listening to other dialects IN ENGLISH. I am listening so much to the language (which is why I can repeat everything like an echo) that the message itself is lost. But it is not just repetition. I can formulate a lot of thought as well in English or Spanish. This is why I can speak Spanish with no English accent.
I see people who speak very little Spanish comprehend content without even comprehending how to speak it. That is how the majority of people are. I'm different. I'm totally the opposite. It is an obvious obstacle and possible learning/information processing disability that I am beginning to see is the root of most of my failures professionally and even personally. I am 40 years old and I finally see that I most likely have SOMETHING, maybe it IS Asperger's, that ties this whole thing together. So many things I couldn't do that everyone else could do are FINALLY making sense. I don't even know if I could call it Asperger's, though maybe as a child you could have. It's a little like Steve NOT having dyslexia any longer, though at times he sometimes gets things backwards if he doesn't think about it.
Hopefully I can continue training my brain to overcome as much of this as possible, which may or may not be easier now that I can pinpoint more precisely what this issue is. Is this why I hate talking on the telephone but enjoy writing a blog...?
Gerry obviously wanted to know WTF happened and he was pretty understanding even though at first it seemed like the fan was pretty busy slinging #$%* our way. Ricardo was there to kinda back up my story and the fact that the P&G people seemed more critical of the subjects than of us. But I may stay away from this kind of interpeting for a while until I figure out how to really, really overcome this. I think I would have been much better had I not been so sick, coughing, snorting, wheezing, etc.
The stuff I do at Rough, Pierre, clinics, and all those places seem to go so well. It's really because I'm interacting 1 on 1 and that somehow matters.
Sorry for this long epistle. It's more me writing to try to sort things out than a letter for anyone out there to read. If you have read this, congratulations on making it through my whinefest.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Karl stayed over last night (third weekend in a row) and made us all the standard extremely regal American breakfast. Goedda, bacon, potato dish, scrambled egg dish, French toast with the actual bread made for it (previous breakfasts have included pancakes, etc.). Karl and Steve work on computers and then crash...'sokay...it's fun and Karl's a chef and loves to cook. So I let him at it. I have to be careful with these breakfasts, though, because they ruin any progress on the diet.

Found another job I'm actually REALLY interested in. Altogether a couple that really attract me. So I'm going to look into those this week. The one I interviewed for about a month ago, well, I decided I'm not so interested in it- I don't like the location, to be honest- I usually don't have a problem with any location but this is different. Several reasons why I don't care for that location, traffic being one. So I know they haven't hired anyone and if I were to contact the man I might become interested again. Don't know. I really think I like the other prospects better. Got some interpretations which collided with my grading schedule at DRC on Thurs. and Fri.- had told Rosario not to schedule me for those days, but she forgot- anyway, if I were assured I'd have a lot of appointments I might stop DRC, even though I thoroughly enjoy it. If I had a full day of interpreting most days the money would be better and I thoroughly enjoy that, too. Hm.

OK, 'nuff of that boring junk. Helen made up for mauling Micah's snake. This morning she brought in the house (we had to catch her FAST) another snake- about a foot and a half long garter- I told Micah the snake was probably mauled too much and to just let Helen finish it off. But Micah inspected it and it had only one bite- he was convinced he'd nurse THAT one back to health, so it's in the cage. So he took Helen's breakfast. (Helen really has a taste for reptiles- kinda unusual for a cat? She ate Nathanael's lizard not long ago- he should have secured the cage better.) Now Helen has just caught a mole for her litter. Fiona's still kind of listless- will take her to the vet if she doesn't improve soon- have seen no signs of icky things living in her but maybe medicine to get out the things I don't see is necessary.

Karl and Steve have watched the Rocky marathon today, well, off and on, and so far he's beaten Apollo twice, then onto Hulk Hogan, Mr. T., and now the big Russian, I forget his name. Boris?

I'm on Nathanael's machine since the guys are downloading Linux stuff on the other one (they're really into Linux and are weaning themselves from Windows). Nathanael needs to get back on. He's had loads of homework today to make up for his sick days last week.