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mechanical_nocturne) wrote2009-07-22 10:52 pm
mechanical_nocturne) wrote2009-07-22 10:52 pm
On the taming of kittens and self
So the last two months have been interesting in that they've been filled with lots of change. Last month my grandfather finally surrendered to his five year battle with cancer. The next day my eight year old goldfish died. I put the latter in a nice shoebox and buried him out in the pasture, under the shade of a grove of trees.
The haze of the death of my grandfather stuck around for most of June. I didn't get much done then. My mom sort of went off by herself since she's never lost someone before. She's still affected by it, but getting better.
July has been a much better month. I've decided to go into the medical field for many reasons. It was by no means an easy decision, but one I've been bouncing around in my mind for the past several months. I don't exactly know what I want to do as a doctor, but I guess I'll figure it out in medical school. I'm pondering something in surgery.
So I've started shadowing a doctor this summer--an OB/GYN to be precise. I'd never want to go into gynecology, and this cements that decision in my head. The procedures in themselves aren't so bad, but it's dealing with the women that would get on my nerves. So many of them are so...whiny. "Shut the fuck up" is the muttered mantra in the offices, usually combined with a groan and a headdesk, faaar away from the patients. I love the doctor I follow--she is incredibly friendly, but sarcastic and animated and keeps an otherwise incredibly routine day entertaining. So, there's my shadow-the-doctor check on the med school application.
I can now say that I have now seen more vaginas than most. Should mention that to my priest to watch him wrinkle his nose or, better, fire something sarcastic back at me. He is so badass. He's going with my sister and me to see Wicked in Austin sometime in August.
Speaking of Broadway shows, I found some ridiculously cheap tickets for the second row and took my grandmother to go see Phantom of the Opera. I had never seen it live, and all I can say is wow. Oh, Erik, you could make me stick to any chair with your voice. I felt particularly classy because I took my grandmother to an upscale Italian restaurant and ordered the proper wine to go with our meal and whatnot. Mm, wine.
Now, about this kitten. A wild kitten just appeared out at our shop with the other cats. Since they're all fixed, we have no idea where it came from. It's about seven or eight weeks old, in the bouncy stage. We had to trap it in the shop before we could catch it, and once we did we put it in the old rabbit hutch. Turns out it likes people just fine--it's just afraid of everything else. And I mean everything. Any noise scares it, and we have to be careful that it doesn't jump out the hutch door while we're petting it or else it will run and hide in the 18-wheeler or bulldozer motor. Not good kitten-friendly places.
We've had it for about a week, and today I put it in the cat carrier and brought it up to the house. It needs to get some exercise. The hutch is large, but not so big that it can really jump about like it should. I sat with the kitten, named Tabby because she is a tabby kitten and it's short for Tabitha, for about an hour and a half. Got a ribbon out and tried to get her to chase it, but she was afraid of that too! After a good long while of building up kitten-confidence, she was eventually spinning out over the floor in pursuit of the ribbon. Mission accomplished.
Other than that, I've been writing a good deal. I think my novel is now around the halfway point. Maybe. >> I've been a lector at church all month, doing the readings from the Old Testament. I actually have to pronounce "Baal-shalishah" with a straight, slightly holy face next Sunday. So far I haven't been able to because inside I am a five year old. I'm going to text my priest and ask him if it would be cool if I said "Boston" instead.
I was also commissioned to draw the logo for a food drive that's going on in the community. It's being put on by one of the church kids that's in Eagle Scouts. I hope it goes well for him. He surprised me and said that my name would be in the paper for it. I'm such a local celebrity.
For Meghan's birthday, I bought her a copy of Pokemon Fire Red, and Leaf Green for myself so we could play through them. Turns out I got bloody bootlegs that randomly delete the save game files. Otherwise it's perfect. Damn you, China, for corrupting a childhood love of mine!
That's all for now. Man, summer, where are you going?
The haze of the death of my grandfather stuck around for most of June. I didn't get much done then. My mom sort of went off by herself since she's never lost someone before. She's still affected by it, but getting better.
July has been a much better month. I've decided to go into the medical field for many reasons. It was by no means an easy decision, but one I've been bouncing around in my mind for the past several months. I don't exactly know what I want to do as a doctor, but I guess I'll figure it out in medical school. I'm pondering something in surgery.
So I've started shadowing a doctor this summer--an OB/GYN to be precise. I'd never want to go into gynecology, and this cements that decision in my head. The procedures in themselves aren't so bad, but it's dealing with the women that would get on my nerves. So many of them are so...whiny. "Shut the fuck up" is the muttered mantra in the offices, usually combined with a groan and a headdesk, faaar away from the patients. I love the doctor I follow--she is incredibly friendly, but sarcastic and animated and keeps an otherwise incredibly routine day entertaining. So, there's my shadow-the-doctor check on the med school application.
I can now say that I have now seen more vaginas than most. Should mention that to my priest to watch him wrinkle his nose or, better, fire something sarcastic back at me. He is so badass. He's going with my sister and me to see Wicked in Austin sometime in August.
Speaking of Broadway shows, I found some ridiculously cheap tickets for the second row and took my grandmother to go see Phantom of the Opera. I had never seen it live, and all I can say is wow. Oh, Erik, you could make me stick to any chair with your voice. I felt particularly classy because I took my grandmother to an upscale Italian restaurant and ordered the proper wine to go with our meal and whatnot. Mm, wine.
Now, about this kitten. A wild kitten just appeared out at our shop with the other cats. Since they're all fixed, we have no idea where it came from. It's about seven or eight weeks old, in the bouncy stage. We had to trap it in the shop before we could catch it, and once we did we put it in the old rabbit hutch. Turns out it likes people just fine--it's just afraid of everything else. And I mean everything. Any noise scares it, and we have to be careful that it doesn't jump out the hutch door while we're petting it or else it will run and hide in the 18-wheeler or bulldozer motor. Not good kitten-friendly places.
We've had it for about a week, and today I put it in the cat carrier and brought it up to the house. It needs to get some exercise. The hutch is large, but not so big that it can really jump about like it should. I sat with the kitten, named Tabby because she is a tabby kitten and it's short for Tabitha, for about an hour and a half. Got a ribbon out and tried to get her to chase it, but she was afraid of that too! After a good long while of building up kitten-confidence, she was eventually spinning out over the floor in pursuit of the ribbon. Mission accomplished.
Other than that, I've been writing a good deal. I think my novel is now around the halfway point. Maybe. >> I've been a lector at church all month, doing the readings from the Old Testament. I actually have to pronounce "Baal-shalishah" with a straight, slightly holy face next Sunday. So far I haven't been able to because inside I am a five year old. I'm going to text my priest and ask him if it would be cool if I said "Boston" instead.
I was also commissioned to draw the logo for a food drive that's going on in the community. It's being put on by one of the church kids that's in Eagle Scouts. I hope it goes well for him. He surprised me and said that my name would be in the paper for it. I'm such a local celebrity.
For Meghan's birthday, I bought her a copy of Pokemon Fire Red, and Leaf Green for myself so we could play through them. Turns out I got bloody bootlegs that randomly delete the save game files. Otherwise it's perfect. Damn you, China, for corrupting a childhood love of mine!
That's all for now. Man, summer, where are you going?
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