Hi -
I guess you and me both have been pretty non existent on this site. I don’t think I’ve posted anything lately except for that last message to you almost a month ago.
I agree with you about Broly – that doesn’t sound like parasites to me. It reminds me of a little cat that I had when I first came to Alaska. Her name was Fuzzy (yeah, I know, it would have been not very creative of me, but that was the name she came with). She was a skinny little thing at about 6 pounds, and when I brought her up here she plumped up to about 10 pounds in a fairly short time. She was a petite little thing with a small skeleton, so a healthy weight for her would have probably been about 8 pounds. One of my sisters thought that the reason she couldn’t put on weight until we came here was that the infamous California fleas had been sucking enough blood out of her to keep her anemic, but I don’t think my sister realized that Fuzzy was extremely hyperactive during the first year of her life – she was about 6 months old when I got her and about a year old when we moved up here. She’d do all kinds of crazy things like climbing the drapes and walking along the top of the traverse rod, etc. Probably would have gotten us evicted if the landlord had seen her doing that. She would even play with her food. She’d scoop the little kibbles out of the dish and chase them around the floor, so that by the time she ate them she’d burned more calories than they had in them.
:lol: She turned into a couch potato kitty when we got here, for whatever reason (climate, darkness, etc), so I don’t think it had much to do with the fleas, although it certainly didn’t hurt anything to be rid of them. Anemia makes it so you don’t have much energy, as I well know from watching Puff trying to catch his breath before going after the next cricket when he was anemic last year.
It’s exactly the right time of the year for Broly to be hyperactive and hormonal, although I think Tracie is right about “spring fever” having no time limit, especially if you’re seeing
black bearding and/or head bobbing and/or attempts to flirt with Jamie or fight with Kane. Time to enjoy the spring and don’t worry about testing for parasites. And BTW, Puff once got “spring fever” in the middle of the winter. That was a fun Christmas. :wink:
As for Puff, the first time they’ve been able to culture something identifiable from one of his lumps, and it turned out to be a freaking staph infection. :shock: So we just finished a rather grueling course of antibiotic injections, and a recheck this last weekend. The lump came back, but this time it had a different kind of goop in it than the first time, so the vet took samples for cytology studies. We’re now waiting for lab results and hoping it doesn’t turn out to be something malignant. Seems like it’s just one thing after another with this poor little beardie.
But the good news is that his weight is back up to just over 500 grams. I’m hoping to find the time to post more details about Puff on my other thread, otherwise this post will end up twice as TLDR as it’s already going to be. :roll:
It’s funny how I can relate to some of the stuff you go through with Aspergers. The bipolar version is that the more depressed I am, the less I sing, but in the hypomanic phase I tend to sing too loud and too much.
Fortunately, people seem to think that I have a fairly decent singing voice so they usually don’t mind too much. As for birthdays and that silly “Happy birthday to you” song that’s so traditional, I don’t mind joining in with the singing, and I tolerate being the one they’re singing it to, although I also hate being put on the spot. I keep my birthday a secret in order to prevent surprise parties. I hate surprises -- I guess that's a control freak thing. But I also want to be there with my family whenever I can, and birthday parties make a good excuse to get together. Your dad is a year younger than my husband.
My husband called it about the weather here (April weather in March = March weather in April). We got a bunch of snow dumped on us the week of Easter. But we make the best of it. Some Alaskans like to hide the Easter eggs in the snow. It should melt off fast at this point in the season, but in the meantime, the roads are a mess around here today.
I ordered the last guitar I had for $20 out of the J. C. Penney catalog, but that was back in the late 1970s or early 80s. And I fairly recently, like maybe a couple of years ago, paid $1 for my first recorder flute at Walmart, and when it accidentally broke, I got a more expensive delux one for $2 at Freddy Meyer. :mrgreen: So yeah, $200 for a guitar sounds like an arm and a leg to me, and I’m a little shocked that the Amp can cost even more than the guitar itself. 30-40 years of inflation, and heavy metal is like a foreign country to me. What “calls” to me now is Celtic stuff – either a “chanter” flute (would plug into a bagpipe once I learned how to play the flute by itself without the pipes, if I were to ever get that far), and “DADGAD” guitar tuning, same kind of guitar, just tuned Celtic style. But I’d have to be willing to spend some major $$$ for even a decent set of bagpipes. That probably won’t happen in the nearly foreseeable future. For now, it’s just a “pipe dream” (pun intended). :wink:
I know that they have those electronic digital tuning devices now, so you don’t have to tune by ear if you don’t want to. I would suppose that it takes all the guesswork out of it, but maybe it takes some of the “art” and some of the “fun” out of it too.
Enough for now, I guess. The longer the time you haven’t heard from me, the longer the TLDR. :mrgreen: Hope you had a nice Easter.