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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.