Busy day, complete with dead chipmunk

[yendi]

So, yesterday was long. We got 'song to the hospital around 8:30, spent most of the morning in the check-in area, waiting for tests, answering questions, and getting shadesong turned into a Borg (well, getting an IV put in her arm, but we all know that's just the first step. Soon, you're going around with a funny glowing eye and calling yourself something like Locutus or Buttercup). After a few hours, we were sent back down to the third floor, where we saw 'song's private room (which features, wi-fi, cable tv, and a private bathroom, all of which are things that make me happy). We met seventeen or so people, including techs, nurses, doctors, etc, all of whom were almost ludicrously nice -- I'm utterly blown away by how nice everyone at the hospital seems to be. Eventually, the Borg process continued, as 'song got electrodes glued to her hair.

'song was due to be sleep deprived last night, so no napping was allowed to happen. More info on that over in her LJ (I'm just filling in the gaps here).

Eventually, 'song's mom and Spooky showed up, and we chatted for a few hours before 'song's mom and I headed home to pick up Elayna from the bus stop. That was followed by a trip to Saba where we picked up orders of pumpkin ravioli and lamb fettucini and brought them to the hospital. We all hung out there (with visits from karlita and museumfreak) and played the Trivial Pursuit Book Lover's Edition (where we all blanked on way too many questions). We finally had to leave, and as we did, the hospital techs had finally set up a TV that could work with an external DVD player.

So, Elayna, her grandma, and I finally got home at around 9, all exhausted (I'd stayed standing or crouching most of the day, and my legs still feel it). Elayna ate dessert and hopped into the shower, and when she got out, she called out to us, "Adam, how did the cats get outside?

Needless to say, that's the sort of question that gives me a heart attack, as both our cats are indoor cats, and one lacks front claws (previous owner's mutilation, thank you very much). I assumed she's seen one out her window, but then said, "because there's a dead chipmunk in my room!"

Okay, well, the access to the crawlspace is more than large enough for a chipmunk that small to get in, so I'm no longer nearly that freaked out, but I did have to dispose of a dead chipmunk (and the severed piece of his tail), always a fun way to end a day.

Jack, on the other hand, has clearly been improving his hunting skills. I blame this on the fact that Elayna's new favorite book ever is Warriors: Into the Wild.

Visited a very, very tired 'song this morning, and am heading down to Starbucks soon to grab some caffeine for her. Thanks again for all the good wishes.

Comments

[hotcoffeems.livejournal.com]

I did have to dispose of a dead chipmunk (and the severed piece of his tail), always a fun way to end a day.

I feel your pain; I have five cats and live out in the country. It is astounding the things we hsare living space with. But at least it wasn't half a dozen mummified rats in your AC unit...

[muse0fire.livejournal.com]

Glad things are off to a good start for 'song!

My god the food at Saba looks good!! I'm out of touch with Emory Village - didn't know Saba existed. So does it taste as good as it sounds?

[muse0fire.livejournal.com]

And oh yes, your chipmunk story reminds me of when Stephen and I live in the little duplex on Clifton Road, and Phaedra and Sappho got hold of a big dead rat (I think it was already dead) and dragged it around the house, leaving red blood streaks on our black and white tile. THAT was fun.

[yendi]

Even better! It's in the old Burrito Art location, and is good, casual Italian. And the potato chips are homemade!

Alas, Emory Village as a whole has gone to crap, with four or five major empty storefronts. But what's left -- Saba and Dave's Cosmic Subs, in particular -- is damned tasty.

[dr-nebula.livejournal.com]

Ahh, at least the chipmunk was dead.

My Shadowkitty dropped a live, uninjured field mouse on my lap while I was Enterprise ~ 2:30 AM, Sunday morning (two weeks ago). Lots of fun ensued as the mouse bolted across the couch, Shadowkitty in hot pursuit..

[emilytheslayer.livejournal.com]

I've played that TP: Book Lover's thing. I hated it. I was in a room of people who read far too much, and we got like, five questions we new. Bleh.

[emilytheslayer.livejournal.com]

knew dammit, Knew. I'm sleepy.

[zevhonith.livejournal.com]

It's surprisingly difficult. It's definitely the most difficult TP I've ever played, and I'm both a Trivial Pursuit lover *and* a huge reader. I'm still scared to play it.

[zarhooie.livejournal.com]

Mmmmm… food. At least she's eating well!

[gutman.livejournal.com]

My cats used to eat their catch, and stare angrily at me whenever I looked at them. Little ungrateful cats.

[harkalark.livejournal.com]

Soon, you're going around with a funny glowing eye and calling yourself something like Locutus or Buttercup).

WAHAHAHAHA :)

[phantom_wolfboy]

"We are Buttercup of Borg. Resistance is useless, Wesley."

[jasra]

Thinking good thoughts at you guys.