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I just realized that, once again, I've been quiet for a few days.

I hope everyone's all right; I've heard from at least one of y'all (on Twitter) who's in Japan. Speaking of which, Maureen Johnson is running another Shelterbox donation drive with plenty of book prizes; it ends tomorrow morning-ish (depending where in the world you are).

This is kind of the wrong time to be all like, "And here are the reasons why I am stressed (they do not include earthquakes, tsunamis, or nuclear reactors)," I guess. But you'll understand where I've been, anyway. My mother's on her third week of bronchitis, although things are looking up, and the family doctor managed to keep it from turning into walking pneumonia. Somehow, I have managed not to come down with this. Yet. And I visited the nursing home today, so the weekend is still young.

Speaking of the nursing home--my grandmother (I can't remember if I've mentioned this or not) has been at a really nice place since before Christmas, after she finished physical therapy for her brain surgery, since she can't live on her own anymore. That's been a tough adjustment for her, and she's only recently accepted that she won't ever be able to live on her own again. We were dreading having to tell her that it wasn't just another temporary recovery situation; we were very fortunate in that she came to this conclusion on her own before we had to. So now, we're getting the house ready to put on the market; neither she nor we can afford the house and assisted living, obviously. And this is both physically and emotionally stressful--you know what it's like, having to deep-clean and make repairs on a house to get it ready. And in this case, since my grandmother's not moving to another house with equal space... she's having to sell or give away a lot of her things. It's distressing just to see it, someone's material life broken up this way, so I can't imagine what it's like to actually come to terms with it yourself. It's disturbingly similar to what happens after someone actually dies, except that she's still here to tell us what to do with things. We're honestly really lucky that there's just five of us--my mother, my aunt, my sister, and my cousin--to divide things, and we're all very reasonable and accomodating and not inclined to feud over the china.

Also, Sam, our pomeranian--




--is going blind. He has cataracts in both eyes--20% vision in one eye and 70% in the other. Which explains why he and the others--Scout, Shelby, and Bad Cat--keep getting into fights: if they approach him from the left, he can't really see what they're doing and gets defensive. And it's just really weird, because Sam's fourteen years old, but he looks like a perpetual puppy. We've got cognitive dissonance going, in addition to everything else.

And I can't really get into it, but apparently my sister's met a guy who went from zero to Danger Town in two dates, to the point where she wants to sleep over here tonight. It's one of those things--you almost just want to say, "I'm afraid something might happen," just so it won't.

I'm still on Twitter RTing links now and then, since that takes all of two seconds and very little contemplation. I'm working on a new Varney recap, maybe a book review post or two--that's what I've been doing, researching and writing--but I may or may not show up again before then. Of course, as sure as I say that I need Quiet Times, I'll be right back here tomorrow. But that's what's going on.



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I'm sorry things are just a giant ball of stress right now.

iiiiiiiick. It sounds like you have a lot of heavy stuff going on in Family Life right now; I'll definitely be keeping all of y'all in my thoughts.

It is really good that your grandmother realized her situation before you had to tell her--we're still working on slowly easing my great-aunt into a similar mindset, and for my World-Traveling Adventure Time! great-aunt, it is a very hard transition to make.

And Sam! Poor little puppy-looking Sam. *sends petting and dog bones*

I'd like to chime in and reassure you that Sam can still live a very good life. My nan's shih-tzu/maltese, Suie, was partially blind from when they got her, and fully blind for the last couple of years of her life, when her good eye went because of an infection. Sam should be okay so long as you leave furniture and his food and water dishes in the same place as much as you can, and keep him on a leash for toilet runs if you have a big yard.If you don't want to leash him, if you keep a patter of talk going and don't move about, he should be able to use your voice to navigate by. Another good addition to the toybox, if he likes things like fetch, are toys with bells or squeakers.

Oh, Meko--our red pomeranian--was blind for the last year or so of her life, as well as needing two insulin shots a day. So we know he'll be okay, but it's just sad to see that whole aging process starting again. Although the vet says he's really healthy, otherwise.

Sorry to hear about all those developments. Things sound stressful. *hugs* for the stress.

I'm so sorry to hear about your puppy, Sam! Our family dog is also pushing 14 and his hips have been going out on him for about 2 years now. Watching a 100+ pound lab struggling to get off a couch is probably on par w/ your perpetual puppy losing his sight.
And your Gramma of course.

Wow. I hope things take a turn for the better soon. Poor little Sam. My grandma's Pomeranian got cataracts at that age too. :(

I'm sorry things are so tough right now.

This might seem personal, but I have a question about where your grandmother is staying---is it just local to Birmingham or do they have other locations in Alabama? My grandmother in Montgomery is well past the point of needing to move to a nursing home (88, deaf, almost blind, etc). She moved into an assisted living place last fall and hated it but we're all really wanting her to try again. So as weird as it is to ask, do you know if the place where your grandmother is has other locations in the state? Although I'm sure her comfort level with it is dependent a lot on her personality, I figure it doesn't hurt to start researching homes again.

St. Martins in the Pines may have more than one location, I think. They have three different levels of care--apartments, assisted living, and skilled nursing.

Good luck. *Hugs* To both your grandmother *and* your dog. (Seriously, he's adorable! :D)

Oof. That does sound like an awful lot to be dealing with all at once. I sympathize in particular with your grandma's house situation. My grandparents downsized in a big way about 15 years ago, and while my grandma put a very shiny face on about how it was great to see her family appreciating the stuff she'd passed onto us, it was still clearly stressful.

And boo to Mr. Danger Town.

When people go blind, they get guide dogs. Why can't blind dogs get guide cats? This seems unfair.

I have heard of guide dogs getting other guide dogs. The stories are always so sweet and touching.

Oh my goodness! I'm praying to the Lady right now that Mr Danger Town is just of the creepy creeper type, not the change-your-name-and-move-away type. *shudder* So good your sis picked up on it quick, and I hope it goes away just as quick.

Damn, girl. Many good vibes your way.

And I can't really get into it, but apparently my sister's met a guy who went from zero to Danger Town in two dates, to the point where she wants to sleep over here tonight. It's one of those things--you almost just want to say, "I'm afraid something might happen," just so it won't.


Yikes. Is he a stalker?

I don't know yet. So little time has elapsed that it's like, look over your shoulder, is he stalking you yet? Okay, check again in five minutes.

MASSIVE HUGS for everything. Yes, there are horrible things going on in the world, but your stress is legit stress.

Give darling Sam love from me and the herd.

Yes, there are horrible things going on in the world, but your stress is legit stress.

This. Cleo, I hope you won't judge yourself for feeling stressed over things that are happening in your life just because they don't involve massive natural disasters or such. Health issues (both human and pet) and scary boyfriends are perfectly legitimate things to feel stressed over.

I think THE most stressful thing to deal with is having to sell a relative's house. Hang in there.

Sending you good thoughts. I'm so sorry things are hard.

I somewhat understand about your grandmother's house. We still have my grandmother's house, because it's all paid for and it's in a part of the country where taxes are cheap, but none of us can live there, and none of us can bear the thought of ever selling it. So though we've taken a lot of the important things and split it among ourselves, we've avoided dealing with the house itself and a lot of the stuff in it. Just the thought of not being able to go there anymore is sad.

Although, my parents have mentioned moving there when they retire because they won't be able to afford the taxes on their house here. Although I don't went them to sell the house *here*, either.

Oy.

Thoughts and prayers for your family, especially your sister.

Keeping my fingers, and toes, crossed for you.

Hell, I'll even cross my arms if that'll help.

We went through a similar thing with my grandma a few years ago after she fell and hit her head and couldn't live alone anymore. That was really hard for her, and for the family members who had to deal with her house and belongings too. I'm sorry. I don't have any suggestions or advice, I just wanted to say I sympathize with what you're going through there.

*hugs hugs hugs*

Also, yay, Varney etc.! :)

A friend of mine had a dog who was blind (or mostly blind, unsure), and he was the cutest thing.

They'd play fetch, but only by throwing the ball onto a hard surface. He'd hone in on it by the 2ned or 3rd bounce. They also didn't throw it very far, and didn't move around themselves so the dog would be able to come back to them.

Anyway. Sam will be fine, he'll adjust. It might take a while, though.

He is absolutely adorable, too!

I'm sorry that things in your life are so awful right now. My best wishes for your family, Sam included. I hope Creepy Guy will be somehow dealt with before he can do any further harm.

DAMN, that is a horrible lot of stuff to go through! My sympathies, and best wishes for everyone's health and happiness.

I can relate to the stress of having to prepare and fix your grandmother's house and to help her sort through her belongings. I had to do the same for a close family member, only that he had Alheimer's and could no longer tell me which items he wanted to keep/sell/give away, so it was a lot of very stressful guess-work.

I'm glad to hear that your grandmother's nursing home is a nice one and hope that she make it a nice, new home for herself. I'm sure having such a caring family by her side will make the transition more bearable.

Anyway: wish you and your family all the best.

Love,

LL

My poodle has been blind his whole life - undeveloped optic nerves, juvenile cataracts in one eye, glaucoma in the other. It's never really slowed him down - when he was younger he would occasionally run into things on his right side (we think he can see a little in his left/glaucoma eye). He learned to recognize people by their voices, and we (with the exception of my brother, who just lets him bark) learned to tell him who we are when we come in the door. Also, we switched to toys that bounced, since he could hear and (possibly) see them better.

The glowing demon-eye thing is sometimes pretty spooky, especially when coming from a dog who looks like a very small lamb. The juxtaposition ends up being really cute.

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