I am in Helsinki for Worldcon! If I was a more organized person I’d have posted about this earlier, but, well, I’m not, so. I’m in Helsinki for Worldcon! I will be publically available for chatting at the following times: 1. The Dublin 2019 parties on Thursday & Saturday nights 2. From 2-3:30ish on Friday afternoon–informal kaffeesklatch type thing, the Dublin 2019 table will know where I am if you don’t see me in the seating area around there 3. The Hugos on Friday night 4. Any other time you…
Yes, I know, I’m the person in Ireland many of you know, so it ticks that item off the list if you can get me to do it. Yes, I know, you’re having a wonderful silly time participating and want other people to join in and have fun too. Yes, I know, it’s just this one thing. Yes, I know, it’s for a good cause. The answer is still no. I am *glad* you’re all having fun with it. It looks like fun! It sounds like fun! I enjoy reading…
This afternoon Duchess, the mama cat, was meowling around the trap, either looking for her kittens or food. I wasn’t about to give her the kittens, but on the off chance she might go in and eat, I put food in the trap and set it. Half an hour later there was a VERY UPSET Duchess in the trap. I texted the rescue people and they called and said bring her down to the rescue centre, there’s someone there, so we transferred her to the cat carrier (which was easy…
We got a capture cage and a regular cage from the animal rescue place & to rehabilitate the kittens in. (Habilitate, I guess; they were never habilitated to begin with, so I guess they can’t be REhabilitated….) The animal rescue people are SWAMPED and they have no easily found place to give the kittens to someone else to teach to be pets. The lady there said every female cat they’ve had brought in in the past 2 months has been heavily pregnant and that she doesn’t remember a year this…
So I’ve had this vague awareness of a sensitive place in one of my teeth for a while, and in the past week it’s gotten quite sharp when something cold encounters it, so, grimly irritated about the prospect of a cavity (not so much the dentist; I don’t mind dentists, but I only have 2 cavities and that’s from drinking too much soda 25 years ago and I’m still pissed off about it), I called a local dentist and made an appointment. The sharpness of the pain seemed to fade…