Ummm …

… well, yeah.

Something of the sort, I guess.

So anyway, I’d decided to set out on my own in business at the beginning of this year and things were moving along nicely and as planned (lots to do, but nothing truly unforeseen), when precisely in the matter that is allowing me to finally do my own thing in the first place, and which has already been eating up the major part of my work time even at ordinary times for the past few years, the tribunal hearing the matter in question decided to do a short-notice-180-degree switch flip on the ground rules for the evidentiary hearing (aka trial) in early June that we’d been preparing for, and then in short order, evidently not satisfied with already having us do double overtime to adapt to the new and completely reversed ground rules, decided to do a backwards 180-degree switch flip at even shorter notice, making everybody and everything run full circle and now making us all do triple overtime.  So, at some point in late January (when the first switch flip occurred) I found myself reduced to curtailing all non-work-related activities … even reading, believe it or not.  The only thing that kept me sane during the almost six months from then ’till now was a regular diet of audio recordings of some of my favorite comfort reads, chiefly ingested on the way to and from meetings, with Tolkien and Golden Age mysteries making up the stock of said literary diet; as well as the decision to reward myself with a London and Stratford-upon-Avon shopping trip as soon as the June hearing was over. (Separate post on that trip to come.)  Oh, and a certain amount of frustration purchases from my book wishlist … not that I’ve touched even one of these shiny newly-ordered books so far, but somehow even receiving, unpacking and adding them to my physical TBR pile made my life feel better, if only for a few brief moments.

In addition to all of which, I let myself get talked into adopting one of our local animal shelter’s “experienced owners only” special needs cats — goes to show what happens if, in dire need of cuddly creatures and kitty love, you innocently inquire about a pair of kittens that have, alas, been decided to go to other new parents in the interim.  He’s extremely bright, but has evidently grown up as a stray, is totally unused to (and distrustful of) humans — hair trigger default communication mode: monster hiss and razor-sharp claws … so much for the “cuddly creatures and kitty love” thing — and has been diagnosed as FIV positive to boot (though the virus is expected to remain dormant for years to come, and lke most HIV positive humans, he will probably die of a secondary illness eventually). It was quite a while until he was finally ready to come home with me, and for the moment he’s taken up residence under my bed, so right now I only have photos of him taken while he was still at the shelter, but anyway, here’s my beautiful and special new four-pawed boy:

 

 

They named him Horst at the shelter, which is empahtically not a name I would have chosen myself … for him or any other cat, period.  I’m taking my time coming up with a new name, though — for the time being, he’s simply my Miezekater (literally: “pussy tomcat” or “male pussycat” … I swear, it sounds decidedly less ridiculous in German than it does in English), a pet name that he has started to respond to and seems to like.

Incidentally, during my self-enforced absence I finally bit the bullet and created a rudimentary Twitter presence … haven’t tweeted a single time myself, yet, but in default of enough time to indulge in newspapers, the major news organizations’ headline feed at least made sure I didn’t completely fall off the planet as far as awareness of major goings-on was concerned.  And I figured that while I was there, I might as well follow those of you whose Twitter IDs the software recognized and actually suggested me to follow … if I’ve missed anyone, or if you would like to follow back, my Twitter ID is (you’d never have guessed this) @ThemisAthena (https://twitter.com/ThemisAthena).

Well, in any event, I’m very happy that this site and this community is still around and here to come back to!  Not necessarily a given, after last year’s woes …

Glad to be back, and I hope you’re all doing well!!!

Merken

Merken

Merken

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11 thoughts on “Ummm …

  1. Manuel Antao says:

    “Comfort Reads”. Sometimes the world needs them… I sometimes find Beckett comforting (he should be the least comfortable writer to read, but yes, I too sometimes just grab “Waiting for Godot” (Faber edition of course, off the bookshelf and read…) or “Finnegan’s Wake”. Is it because of how much our takes on the equivalent of reading chocolate ice cream with chocolate sauce on top have variety? I’m not sure. “Finnegan’s Wake” is composed minutely of jokes, especially puns, and unless your humor is of a Johnsonian hauteur, you smile often as you make your way through the nighttime of the Wake. Similarly with Shandy and Beckett and many writers (and other artists) whose absurdity or whatever is threaded through with playfulness. We need. Life without these writers would be hell…

    I’m glad you’re back.

    NB: Come on. Give us the full list!

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