Oberon in da sink!

Sink, not swim!

It has been a tumultuous year thus far. I’ve been meaning to write this for some time, but I am quite frankly exhausted. Every spare ounce of energy is used to curl up in Luna’s arms, love on our furry babies, plunge a virtual lightsaber through someone’s digital guts or to see the bottom of the next bottle. Let’s recap 2012 to date…

The year began much as it always has with opening day of the Arizona Renaissance Festival serving as my official birthday gathering. From here we had the most insane Feb/Mar as both of our jobs went completely off the hook. Luna had her annual trade show travel with not even a day’s rest after as we then had to fly to a wedding weekend in Monterey, CA. Shortly after returning from that we hosted dear friends in our home for a long weekend. Bidding them adieu, we hoped to settle in for a brief respite. It was at this time that I developed the first symptoms of Pityriasis Rosea. Despite an initial diagnosis as jock itch, this harmless yet virtually unknown skin condition is only just now abating after 12 weeks of itchy hell. During that time we were also forced to deal with the loss of our beloved Portia, which I have written about. Luna’s birthday and our annual Beltane gathering were affected, but we soldiered on gathering solace amongst our dearest friends. No sooner than we had come to grips with mourning her when we were again thrust into the veterinary maelstorm again with Oberon.

Obie began acting erratic, which we attributed to the loss of his sister. We were still coming to terms with the changes in the household, (eating, litter box, etc), so it was difficult to tell. His litter box behaviour had become quite strange and we had only begun researching possible issues. In denial that anyone else in the household might be sick, we ended up taking Oberon into the emergency vet a month & a day after Portia’s death. 01Jun found us sitting in a room being told our son had a blocked urethra and possible bladder stones. Urinary tract health is a critical issue for boy cats and a blockage can lead to death in as little as 72 hours. Catheterized, we learned that Oberon has an extremely small urethra, required surgery to remove several bladder stones.  A week of segregation from Aja & Rhu followed, with one filthy Obie, Luna & I cooped up in the master bedroom with food and litter box. It took time to integrate the babies again as Oberon reeked of surgery, pain and fear. His pain meds made him both paranoid and psychotically loving. Once off the pain meds, we had an incident where he attempted to cough up a hairball and suffered great pain. Imagine having surgery where your abdomen is cut from sternum to crotch and after barely a week of recovery you had violent, abdominal seizures. It was one of the most frightening experiences we’ve ever had to endure. With the lad recovered, Obie now has to be on medicated food and bottled water for the rest of his life to manage the formation of struvite crystals in his urine. Our feline food bill quadrupled overnight and the rank odour of wet food is a source of daily joy each morning. Still, he is healthy and actually quite peppy and energetic. New games have been developed which he relishes, playing a form of volleyball or basketball rebounding with us as often as he can.

It’s July now and we just hosted my parents for the weekend as well as an evening with one of Luna’s friends from New Hampshire. I have since learned that my Vit D count is exceedingly low, less than half of expected, and my blood sugar is higher than expected. These things together put me on the watch list for diabetes, but if I get some sun and some exercise and lowers the sugars, (note: booze is a sugar, fuck that!), then all should be right in my world. We have a dear friend who is diabetic and though we lover her, I have no desire to be playing on her team. So, diet is changing and the doc wants to see my blood every 3 months to see if it’s getting back on track. Yaay.

Work is STILL totally our of control with no signs of relief. And we have our trip to new England in the fall, another wedding to attend, (more on this shortly), and of course our own anniversary all before we reach the holidays again. I find it disheartening that in the 3rd week of July I scan out over the next 5 months in my mind’s eye and grow exhausted at the mere thought of them. Still, the fight of a proper New England fall combined with two October celebrations should be occasion to rejoice, regardless of how difficult the time between now and then will be. So, until I have happier news to report, I’ll sign off on the last 7 months for now and think positive thoughts for the remainder of the year.

Cheers…

 

 
Sunset sail

Sunset sail. Key West, FL

After blowing out Da Wolf’s Picasa account, we migrated the pix from this trip, as well as other joint jocularity such as RenFaire, over to our joint Picasa account. We’ve been slowly adding more pix and we have a tone of video to edit too, so keep those eyes peeled for more.

So a few interesting tidbits about the trip. First, we pushed over 1.25GB of data through the RevA card in pix & flix. We really should’ve used my DROID and PDANet as they have unlimited bandwidth. Looks like the trip is going to cost me another C Note. Ugh. Speaking of unlimited bandwidth, with the Pandora App installed on my DROID, we play ALOT of cool music at the simple suggestion of a playlist. Love that app!And I drank a ton of Pennsylvania beer. Odd as that sounds, I drank Yeungling Lager every chance I could. I enjoyed it so much, I’m going to have Total Wine ship some from the east coast out to our west coast store. Huzzah!

Key West Tarmac

Key West Tarmac

The Key West airport is about the most laid back airport EVER, (including Coos Bay, OR, which is smaller by 3 ‘gates’). We showed up with baggage overweight, (FYI, to leave Key West, you can only have 1 checked bag per passenger and it needs to be under 50lbs or it will cost you, big time!), but they were very cool about it. “Oh, you can sit over there and try to get your bags squared away. There’s a scale for you too. Would you like a cocktail?” Ok, the cocktail part isn’t true, but they were very cool. Same w/ security. At the ‘gate’ we saw all 4 gates. 4 doors in a single room all leading to the tarmac. Very chill. They even have a little ‘beach’ at the bar. Stress free travel.

Then we arrived in Atlanta. I’m going to start my #hatelanta social campaign. Every time we go through that airport there’s a fucking problem. We step off our plane and already the connecting flight is delayed 30min. Ok, more time to get a bite and relax, if one can relax in that hellhole of an airport. So, heading from our mid B gates to the A concourse, we practically get run over twice by the damn carts. The place is wall to wall travelers and just getting around is a real chore. Talk about buzz-kill. We get to the A cross-roads and our gate is where? Why, it’s 18 gates ALL the way down the walk way. *sigh* So, we bug out for Chili’s to get a quick bite. Surly hostess growls at us, but the waitress was friendly enough. We nibble and then get antsy to check on our flight, so we pay up, head downstairs and the flight is still leaving at 10:20p.

#hatelanta Airport

#hatelanta Airport

Off we go down the hall from A18 to A2. Guess what? After navigating the very trials of Heracles to get there, the damn sign says what? Gate has been transferred to A16. WTF?!?! Trudge all the way back the way we came. 9:45p comes & goes, no boarding. 10p comes & goes, no boarding & no announcement. Finally, flight delayed to 11:05p, but the announcement comes with another possible gate change. So, this is a Delta hub and we are sitting among TONS of open gates and they can’t find a gate to put the plane into. Honestly, that’s what they said, “we cannot find an open gate for this plane”. JAYSUS!!! Flight bumps from 11:05p to 11:11p and we get shoves to A13. *sigh* We’re BOARDING at about 11p, flight starts to taxi arounf 11:20p and we sit on the tarmac for a bit. Time on Luna’s watch when we begin proper takeoff? 11:45p. FFS! 2 F’ING HOURS from our original 9:50p flight time. We arrive in Phoenix after midnight, fight with baggage, wait forever for the bus to West Economy and finally get out and on the way home around 1am Arizona time. And we think they overcharged us for parking. From the best vacation ever right into “welcome back to your shit reality”.

Anyway, fourth day back into the daily grind and Sister Moon & I are TOTALLY missing the lazy days in the Keys. Unreal how these things happen. It’s not like we were loving the Arizona life lately anyway, but damn if ocean breezes and warm sunsets don’t infect your soul. I shouldn’t complain. We have each other, many friends and loved ones and 4 insanely beautiful fur balls who have been in maximum love overdrive since we returned. If only we had them all in Key West. Fortunately, we did get a brief reprieve from the onset of full-bore summer with a stormy week and temps in the 70′s. How did THAT happen?

 

Our last day in the keys, I still have a draft to update for Thursday, but I couldn’t help but say HAPPY FRIDAY THE 13TH!!! W00T! My faux-birthday!

 
Loggerhead beach, Bahia Honda Key, FL

Today we headed up keys for about 40 miles to Bahia Honda Key. There are three main beaches in the state park there, but we chose Loggerhead since it was supposed to be a big draw at low titde, (approx 11:30am). There is a massive sandbar that stretches the length of the beach, so we set an umbrella and chairs up on the sandbar as well as on the beach proper. It was something out of a Corona at, very latitude changing. Staring off to the south with your butt gently kissed by lapping waves is a dangerous thing. We saw abundant wildlife among the seagrass and tidal pools. At the moment we have no room, but we will be uploading some video, including a small eel, no bigger than your pinky, doing his thing in the shalow water. We also saw poisonous sea urchins, various other fish & birds as well as the continuous ramble of tourists with languages other than English. We’re feeling pretty sunburnt and wiped out by now, but it;’s been fun nonetheless.

 

90miles from Cuba!

Apparently I have never pushed Picasa nor my Verison card like this before. I should be using my DROID and PDANet to power our internet, but it’s been easier to simply leave the Verizon card up. Well, at the cut rate service to save me money monthly, I have blown clean through, uploaded over 1GB of info in less than a week. YIPES! I’ve also breached the cap on my Picasa account. We’ve been meaning to migrate all the joint vacation & RenFaire pix over to a different account, so if you notice a hiccup or change in the imagery soon, you’ll know why.

In any case, I wanted to talk a bit about today’s activities. We spent a few hours on the water kayaking around Boca Chica in among the Mangrove trees. Brilliant! Our guide was informative and fun and it was just the four of us and here, making for a very intimate experience. We saw some fish, horseshoe crabs, various urchin & sponges and an amazing display of speed from a local stingray. All from the height of about 2″ in the water. It doesn’t get much better than that. It was also Sister Moon’s first kayak experience, kudos to her!

Tonight we’re off to see Kung Fu Burlesque at Kelly’s. It so happens that Kelly’s is based out of the original PanAm building. History, boobies, tasty food and happy hour drinks. What more could you ask for?

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