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Old age. Oh yes, and cats.
Oct. 17th, 2011 11:45 amThree hours of tennis yesterday -- one with boss and two with Elena -- and I was completely wrung-out. Not in a bad way, but really, really tired. And I guess that's largely due to being closer to 50 than 40. Bummer. Can't be helped, but I can still whine.
Playing with boss was quite exhausting, since his ball control (please feel free to snicker) isn't the best, so his returns were all over the place, and I had to run a lot. It was fun, though, and maybe we'll be able to squeeze in another game or two.
I didn't do much yesterday after getting home -- reading, a bit of snoozing on the couch, a bit of tv.
Speaking of the couch, there's feline news of the good kind: up till about a week ago, Lola never dared join me on the living room couch -- I guess it's marked as ze boyz' territory, and woe betide any trespassers. Especially black cats. Then I had my six days off, and of course lots of time were being spent on the couch, partly with boyz partly without, and with Lola occupying the chair on the other side of the coffee table, sending longing looks my way. I went over quite often to cuddle her, and then one afternoon, when ze boyz had retired to my bed for an extended siesta, lo and behold, Lola joined me on the couch. And then the next day, too, and the day after that. She obviously likes that a lot -- if purring the whole time is any indication, which I believe it is -- and yesterday she even stayed on when both boyz decided to make an appearance as well.
There was a slightly tense moment when Lucius obviously decided that 15 minutes of coexistence in such close quarters was enough, but I'd prepared a cushion which I simply put between the two, and then Lola did the clever thing and left.
Funny, how things do change, after all; I'd been sure that there wouldn't be much more progress, but evidently there's still room for improvement. Good for Lola, because I was already feeling bad for her, being on her chair all on her own. I'm very curious to see whether eventually she's going to turn into a lap-sitter. Right now, sitting or lying close to me seems to be all she wants.
Saturday's phone call to my mother didn't bring the hoped-for good news. Obviously the surgeon whom my father saw last week was reluctant to operate, and so the situation at home continues to be pretty much the same, with the added difficulty that now my mother has caught some intestinal virus. They have another appointment this Wednesday, and my mother is hopeful that the doctor will decide to operate if the fracture still doesn't show any signs of improvement or healing (which it should, IMO, because the accident occurred two weeks ago, even though I'm aware that the healing process gets slower the older you are).
Did I mention that it's bloody cold here? The Embassy is on municipal heating, and I guess it'll be a few more days till they start. My office is the coldest room in the building. We are not amused, and we hate having cold feet. At home it's nice and snug, though. And one might always argue that at least I'm not as likely to fall asleep at my desk as I would be if the office was actually warm. Cold comfort (pardon the pun).
Playing with boss was quite exhausting, since his ball control (please feel free to snicker) isn't the best, so his returns were all over the place, and I had to run a lot. It was fun, though, and maybe we'll be able to squeeze in another game or two.
I didn't do much yesterday after getting home -- reading, a bit of snoozing on the couch, a bit of tv.
Speaking of the couch, there's feline news of the good kind: up till about a week ago, Lola never dared join me on the living room couch -- I guess it's marked as ze boyz' territory, and woe betide any trespassers. Especially black cats. Then I had my six days off, and of course lots of time were being spent on the couch, partly with boyz partly without, and with Lola occupying the chair on the other side of the coffee table, sending longing looks my way. I went over quite often to cuddle her, and then one afternoon, when ze boyz had retired to my bed for an extended siesta, lo and behold, Lola joined me on the couch. And then the next day, too, and the day after that. She obviously likes that a lot -- if purring the whole time is any indication, which I believe it is -- and yesterday she even stayed on when both boyz decided to make an appearance as well.
There was a slightly tense moment when Lucius obviously decided that 15 minutes of coexistence in such close quarters was enough, but I'd prepared a cushion which I simply put between the two, and then Lola did the clever thing and left.
Funny, how things do change, after all; I'd been sure that there wouldn't be much more progress, but evidently there's still room for improvement. Good for Lola, because I was already feeling bad for her, being on her chair all on her own. I'm very curious to see whether eventually she's going to turn into a lap-sitter. Right now, sitting or lying close to me seems to be all she wants.
Saturday's phone call to my mother didn't bring the hoped-for good news. Obviously the surgeon whom my father saw last week was reluctant to operate, and so the situation at home continues to be pretty much the same, with the added difficulty that now my mother has caught some intestinal virus. They have another appointment this Wednesday, and my mother is hopeful that the doctor will decide to operate if the fracture still doesn't show any signs of improvement or healing (which it should, IMO, because the accident occurred two weeks ago, even though I'm aware that the healing process gets slower the older you are).
Did I mention that it's bloody cold here? The Embassy is on municipal heating, and I guess it'll be a few more days till they start. My office is the coldest room in the building. We are not amused, and we hate having cold feet. At home it's nice and snug, though. And one might always argue that at least I'm not as likely to fall asleep at my desk as I would be if the office was actually warm. Cold comfort (pardon the pun).
