7/27/2014

Our Second Glowing Review of Bath Fitter

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 9:47 am

For a while if you Googled “Bath Fitter Kent Wa.” our previous glowing review of Bath Fitter was the first hit past the sponsored links. I just did a quick search and found that we were actually on the second page of the search results, but that’s okay. We need to update it anyway.

In 2008 when we were doing a major series of remodels both inside and outside of the house we decided to re-do our hideously outfitted and decorated upstairs bathroom. With regards to the bath/shower enclosure we decided to yank the whole thing out and put in a tub length shower stall. We don’t have children and since neither of us is particularly comfortable in a standard bathtub…. Well why not?
Y’all may recall the whole, sweaty process of remodeling. We’re really glad the remodeling is over and we’ve been consistently happy with the results.

And we LOVE our enormous walk-in shower. Double sliding glass doors, towel bars on the inside and the outside of the shower stall, lots of space to flail around and wash waist length hair. Very satisfactory all the way around.

Until around the 11th of July.
Andrew and I were sitting in the living room watching TV after dinner. All of a sudden in the quiet of the evening there was this most peculiar noise. For all the world it sounded like someone with a 30 gallon metal garbage can full of glass marbles pouring said marbles on a tile floor. And over it all the sound of trickling water. The cats disappeared, Andrew looked at me and I looked at him then as one we got up to investigate. Andrew went one way and I went the other. Andrew found nothing in the kitchen or dining room, I was walking down the hallway when I found glass on the floor. The water trickling sound was louder.

Hm. That ain’t right.

Opened the bathroom door and ka-BLOOEY!

For some entirely inexplicable reason one of the doors on the shower stall had broken. Like, broken into a million, zillion pieces and fallen mostly into the shower stall. The marble pouring noise was the safety glass breaking. The water trickling noise was the remaining largish pieces of safety glass cracking. It was a glorious mess. Scratch that. It was a hellacious mess and, of course, the cats decided that they had to be fascinated instead of frightened and wanted to come in and help investigate.
So long story short, we got it cleaned up (thank you to whomever invented the Shop-Vac) and called Bath Fitter the next morning.

Now the only complaint I have about the whole process is that it took two weeks for Bath Fitter to get the repair done. That having been said, however, it wasn’t Bath Fitter’s fault that it took two weeks. The doors and hanging hardware are custom made for each enclosure so Bath Fitter was working on a schedule that wasn’t theirs. It took two weeks to get the repair done because it took two weeks to get the doors and the hardware custom made.

On Thursday the Bath Fitter dude came out, replaced the doors, repaired the grout in a couple of places and *poof* we’ve got our upstairs shower back again.
And it cost…. Nothing.
The doors, the hardware, even the grout and the labor were covered under the lifetime warranty.

So say what you like about your experience with Bath Fitter in Kent. Our experience is that they are responsive and responsible and a class act all the way around!

7/13/2014

This is awesome!

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 4:18 pm

One of my more pervert online veterinary buddies posted this and I couldn’t stand not to share it!
http://www.youtube.com/embed/qKHeXC7L85s?rel=0

7/8/2014

Laugh of the day!

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 6:36 pm

Wait! Wait!! Hkscxklfffttttt! (snort snort snort)

Do you really mean to tell me….. Snckxlffffftttttttt!

Okay, okay. I’m better now.

You’re feeding your dog a home cooked diet whose ingredients are (you pointed this out) certified organic. You’re feeding your dog an assload of unnecessary vitamins and supplements all carefully researched (on the web) to be pure, and natural, and beneficial and all that good shit. You’re giving your dog BOTTLED WATER so she’s not exposed to the chemicals and pathogens that are present in municipal tap water. Your dog has her own room and her own memory foam bed.

And then ksklkfxxttttt! (SNORT)(pant, pant, pant)… And then you tell me that your dog’s treats consist of turkey hot dogs and pepperoni.
Possibly two of the most chemical and pathogen laden, inorganic, lips and asshole based meat products available on the market.

BWAhahahahahahahahahahaha!

Whew (wiping brow). Thanks, I needed that.

Youth is wasted on the young and irony is truly wasted on the oblivious.

6/11/2014

A month later….

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 11:34 am

I think we’ve a record here. Andrew and I were in Hawaii for a little over a week and I didn’t post any gorgeous photos, complaints about jet lag or other obnoxious-isms designed to make people jealous.

The last month, hell, the entire spring has been hectic. And after our July 4th blowout I’m sincerely hoping to turn into a hermit for a couple of weeks. Now if I could only get someone to pay me for being a hermit…..

Okay, so where were we? Oh yeah. May 7th.

I started getting a sore throat around the 20th of April. By May 7th I was sincerely concerned because I hadn’t been able to hear from my right ear for most of a week, I was barking up a lung every time I coughed and I coughed if you looked at me sideways. AND I had to get on an airplane in 2 weeks to fly ukuthousand miles across an ocean for a memorial service. Oy!
So I went to my doctor and I told her that both ears hurt, my face felt like a truck was resting on it, and I was coughing myself stupid. “Oh. And I have to get on an airplane in 2 weeks to fly ukuthousand miles across an ocean for a memorial service.”

I have a lot of respect for my MD. She’s got a sense of humor and I really appreciate that.

First and foremost she walked into the exam room wearing a surgical mask so I wouldn’t infect her with anything. And when I told her that I had to get on an airplane in two weeks she gave me the hairy eyeball and said “Not with THOSE ears you aren’t!”
I like her.

So, with a diagnosis of bronchitis, a sinus infection, and two infected ears I left my MD’s office with antibiotics, prednisone, and an albuterol inhaler all of which succeeded in making me feel human well before airplane day. Thank GOD!

This visit to Hawaii was, well DUH!, far different than any we’ve ever had. All of us, and I do mean ALL. OF. US., were sad, we were all joyous, overwhelmed, hectic, distracted and distractible, lunatic, manic, and HOT. For Andrew and I there were four major events. The memorial garage sale blowout and Caitlin’s high school graduation on the 24th, our 18th wedding anniversary on the 25th, and Joan’s memorial on the 26th. Add 11teen thousand relatives, friends, well wishers, and hangers-on to all the planning for same and it was a zoo.
A chaotic, heart wrenching, stressful, joyful, happy, sweaty zoo.

Allow me to set the stage.
Andrew and I along with Uncle Jeff (Joan’s brother) and Sara and Danny were staying at a rental house about 10 minutes’ drive from the Lenzarium.
Tony, Libby, Caitlin, and Lucy live at the Lenzarium.
Meg, David and Dawn, and the eldest niece Julia were all staying at the Lenzarium.
So that’s what? 13 people spread between two houses and sharing three cars.

There are flashes and scents, but no real coherent (coherent? Gimme a fuckin’ BREAK!) cohesive memory of the whole thing.
Twelve or 13 people taking a tour of most of the garage sales on the windward side on Saturday morning. Does the term “clown car” mean anything to you? It must have been something to see, all of us pouring out of cars and descending upon the multitude. The memorial rule was that everyone had to purchase at least one thing. Not, thank God, one thing at every sale, but over the course of the morning you had to purchase something.
And everyone did. Even Andrew (coasters), David (can’t remember), Tony (a USB powered fan), and Jeff (for some reason a Duck Dynasty Chia head).
I think Meg won with the most peculiar. Meg, who is starting an online vintage clothing store, purchased a *PURPLE* suit complete with two silk neckties.
Purple Suit Meg
The suit isn’t for the clothing store, the suit’s actual purchase is a longer story than I can explain right now, but… Well, you can see. And Meg was thrilled with it.

Another flash. Meg and I looking in awe around the living room just trying to encompass the sheer scale of the sorting, cataloging, and categorizing that has happened and will need to continue to happen for the next, God, decade? Joan was a hoarder there are no two ways about it. And as her subtle dementia started to get less subtle she started to hide things, secrete things, and there are, God help us, an AWFUL lot of places to secrete things in that house. And when Joan was alive we none of us thought to open things up and snoop around. Joan knew where things were (kinda) and it would be rude to do things like open the drawers in the chest in the living room.
And so that day, I think it was the 23rd, Meg and I did. Epic snooping.
A basket full of batik and Aloha print clothing that might once upon a time have fit a Lenzer thigh, but probably never a Lenzer waist. Besides the fact that they were all circa about 1972. Meg got some real gems for her vintage clothing store out of that basket.
And the chest of drawers was obviously full of things that Joan had selected as presents for people. For whom is unclear, how long they’d been there was unclear (we threw away gift wrapped, but unopened, packages of Hawaiian chocolate, macadamia nuts, and teas), but gifts they must have been. A cobalt glass vase (obviously mine). Multiple children’s books. Bound empty journals with Hawaiian themed covers, travel journals, photo albums, these (by the way, no one in the family plays golf). Random, sometimes odd, but obviously purchased with care. And how to describe this collection as a whole with anything besides using my beloved father in law’s term…”CRAP!”?
Not that it wasn’t valued, not that it didn’t, in some way, have a purpose, but there is no other way to describe it. And sweet Jesus, there’s an awful lot of crap in that house!

Caitlin’s graduation.
Caitlin head shot
Oh my God she’s grown up gorgeous!
Outdoors. It rained. It rained a LOT.
Graduates in Hawaii have traditionally been feted with leis. Okay. That I can understand.
The congratulatory banners I can understand.
Caitlin banner
And, for the record, thanks to our resident graphics artist, Caitlin’s banner was *the best* one in the entire stadium.
However I do not understand the recent trend in bedecking graduates in inflatable pool toys.

Morimoto Waikiki. Big time yumming. It rained of course.

And the prep for the memorial.
Andrew, David, and various others transferring Joan’s ashes into the urns that Andrew and I had brought while Dawn and I, a little squicked out, hid out in the living room and fiddled with our technology together.

Looking for an electrical outlet into which the projector with the memorial slide show could be plugged and finding, no shit, a Tupperware container full of recorders stacked on Joan’s desk. Yeah, recorders. About 15 of them. No one in the family plays recorder. No one has _ever_ played recorder.

Walking to the farmer’s market up the road with Sara and Danny. Decorative flowers and gardenias for the house. The smell was out of this world!

Jeff, and John (the husband of one of the semi-sisters), and I getting ourselves banished to the lanai for talking grody medicine.

And driving to the Lenzarium on the morning of the 26th to be met with a lovely pendant and poem that David and Dawn had arranged. We all got one and we were all wearing them pretty much all day. Andrew’s is currently on the cork board in our dining room. Mine, which I do intend to wear as a semi-regular thing, is currently being hidden from my cat in one of the jewelry chests on my dresser.

Dressing, and then sitting drinking beer and soaking hot feet in the pool with Meg.

The lovely, LOVELY arrangements we all made in the living room and dining room. Each adding our touch, our bit, our sense of organization.
memorial shrine

memorial shrine 2

memorial shrine 3

(please ignore the cigarettes in the left foreground. DAVID!!)

memorial shrine 4

Tearful, joyful rememberances. And then, because we’re Lenzers, we ATE.

It was lovely.
And it was healing. It was a time for us all to get together and remember that the last two years or so have been painful and horrible, but that we were celebrating in joy and having a chance to create new memories that didn’t include the pain and the tears.
I hope Joan would have approved.

Anyway, I didn’t set out for this to be a breakdown of Joan’s memorial service, but that’s kind of what it turned out to be. One of my favorite authors, Gerald Durrell, said in the prologue to his book “My Family and Other Animals”: “….I made a grave mistake by introducing my family into the book in the first few pages. Having got themselves on paper, they then proceeded to establish themselves and invite various friends to share the chapters.”
With the Lenzers it’s kinda like that.

I’ll get back to posts about cats and gardens and idiots at some point soon.

5/20/2014

For Laura and Valerie…..

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 8:42 pm

June 10th, 2014: Book

August 9th, 2014: Series

August 9th is a Saturday. My place with beer? Or, I suppose, it’d better be Scotch. More authentic donchaknow! And the dude playing the lead is _SMOKIN’_ hot!

For all those who don’t understand this post….. Well, maybe it’s better if you don’t. At least if you’re male! :D Andrew is threatening to hole up in his man cave and hide, but I think at least the premiere needs to be a shared experience.

5/7/2014

Happy Birthday!

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 9:38 am

In addition to May 7 being the day I got my graduate degree, May 7 is also *fanfare* kitty birthdays!

Happy birthday kitty nubbins!

baby kitty nubbins

grown up kitty nubbins

It Changed My Life

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 8:54 am

“March 15, 1990

Dear Ms. Hammond:

We are pleased to advise you that you have been selected for a position in the 1990 entering class of the Washington/Oregon/Idaho Program in Veterinary Medical Education. You should take great pride in this significant achievement since many more applications are received than can possibly be accommodated in the entering class.”
They meant it too. The year I applied there were more than 400 applications. There were 120 people interviewed and 60 were accepted.

The letter was signed by the dean of the veterinary school and by the dean of student affairs.

I had applied to the veterinary medical program at WSU in the fall of 1989. My application process had a dark cloud over it from the very beginning.

My application was late. I didn’t receive the application packet until the day before it was due. I had received an extension, but it looks bad, y’know? Needing an extension on the initial application to graduate school.

And because I applied late I didn’t know that I needed to register for the October GRE. Because it was freakin’ October before I learned that I needed to take the October GRE it was, of course, too late for me to register for the preferred test date. I had to take the GRE in December so WSU wouldn’t have my GRE scores before mid-November as they required. Strike two! An application extension is one thing, making them wait for test scores on top of that? I’m screwed!

I didn’t have a GPA so I had to take the Veterinary College Admissions Test. The admissions committee needed another number with which to evaluate me. And, of course, I wasn’t in time to preregister for the VCAT so I had to register at the door which meant that my test scores (you guessed it!) would be delayed by two weeks. Oh I’m screwed! I’m screwed screwed screwed screwed SKROOD!

Then January came and I got a call from Barb Robbins at the Student Affairs office. My faculty evaluation for fall quarter had been due at WSU by the 5th of January. Where was it? A side note: Never trust a brilliant nebbish to do ANYthing on a timetable unless you stand over him with a stick. During my senior year at Evergreen I had an individual contract that got me credit towards graduation for picking up a couple of classes I needed — physics and genetics — and for doing volunteer work at a wildlife rehabilitation center. My faculty advisor, a brilliant molecular biologist by trade and ornithologist by avocation, was one of the most absent minded little nebbishes I’ve ever had the misfortune to depend upon. I put a BIG note in BIG LETTERS OF FIRE on my advisor’s bulletin board, I put a note on his door, I reminded him at every bloody opportunity I had that my fall quarter evaluation HAD to be in Pullman by January 5th. When I got the call from Barb ON January 5th, I went racing to my advisor’s office. The notes were still there, but he vaguely said “Oh, was that supposed to be this month? I guess I overlooked that.” This was 1990 remember. No e-mail. There might have been a fax machine on campus, but the students didn’t have access to it. I burned rubber to the post office and probably blew $20 in super fast, supersonic postage to get the evaluations to Pullman by the next day. I am still grateful to my then advisor for helping me put together a contract that year that allowed me the freedom to do basically what I wanted and get college credit for it, but DAMN he’s flaky as a snowstorm unless you’re microscopic or have feathers!

A week later I got a call from (you guessed it again!) Barb Robbins at the Student Affairs office. My GRE scores were supposed to have been at WSU by January 7th. Where were they? When I registered for the GRE I had checked the little box on the registration form that said “I need my results sent to:” and I’d provided them with the address. But apparently they didn’t believe me (or, perhaps, the people processing the registration forms were brilliant molecular biologists/ornithologists) and while *I* had my results, WSU did not. And WSU couldn’t, of course, take my word for it. I incinerated several hundred miles of phone line talking to the testing organization, got them to agree to send my “official” test scores to WSU the next day, then ran for the post office and spent another $20 on super special extra supersonic postage to get my copy of my GRE scores to Pullman by the next day.

I started to make plans to move to Seattle after graduation, get a job as a veterinary technician, learn to play the piano (something I still haven’t done) and re-apply for the next year. Oh I’m screwed. I’m so, so SCREWED!

Then, in late February, I got a letter. A skinny letter. Skinny letters are bad, right?
I think I screamed when opened the letter that was inviting me for an interview. I know I called my parents. I may have thrown up.
And I made plans for a whirlwind trip to Pullman. My friend Cynthia, bless her for a kindly soul, agreed to come with me to share the driving and to keep me from wandering into a corner and getting lost. We left Olympia at a little after 6 p.m. and hit Pullman sometime around 1 a.m. I was awake at *five*.
To say that I was a babbling idiot during my interview is giving babbling idiots a bad name. I don’t know if they’re still doing it this way, but when I interviewed they were pulling all the little psychological tricks in the book. The interview-ee sat in a soft chair in the middle of the room. Nothing to hide behind, nothing to hide your fidgety hands or nervously twitching feet, and shorter than the interviewers. The interview committee, all wearing white coats, many with stethoscopes around their necks, and all with engraved name plates reading “Doctor” sat behind an ENORMOUS polished wooden table. I could recognize the tricks, I do have an Evergreen education after all, but I could do NOTHING to defend against them. I was a nervous fucking wreck.
And the first question out of the first interviewer’s mouth was “Who is Helmut Kohl?”
I can laugh now. At the time I didn’t find it as funny because I was too overwhelmingly grateful that, as I had been sitting in the hotel room while Cynthia french braided my hair for me, we had been watching the television. The television *news* to be exact. The television news that was detailing some or another doing of the Chancellor of West Germany, Helmut Kohl.
I think the interviewer was a little disconcerted when I popped right out with “He’s the Chancellor of West Germany.”, but since the interviewers were only allowed one question per, we had to go on to the next white coated sadist.

I don’t remember who was on my interview committee except the last interviewer. Dick Westcott. Dean of Student Affairs, professor of parasitology, and all around great guy. A passionate educator, superb at wrangling stressed, lunatic students, and a wicked sense of humor. Dick was prone to walking around campus with a walking stick that was made of a plasticized bull’s penis. During my interview Dick sat at the end of the table (camera left) with a largish stack of papers in front of him. When all the other interviewers had asked their questions and I, stumbling, babbling, and ending an inordinate number of sentences with a trailing off “so…..”, Dick looked at me and started leafing through the stack of papers.
“I see here in your self evaluation from your freshman year at Evergreen that you mention the book “A Town Like Alice”. What did you think of it?”
And the first thing that popped into my mind was “Oh thank God you chose to ask me about a book that I actually finished reading!” (unlike about 2/3 of the other books that I had been assigned to read during my freshman year at Evergreen.
You all know the end of the story so I’m not giving anything away when I go on to mention that for the next four years, every time I saw him in the hallway, Dick Westcott would say to me “You know, I read every single page of that Evergreen transcript of yours!” He gave me a hard time about that academic transcript pretty much until the day he died. Dick was a superb educator and I miss him.

I got back to Evergreen limp, entirely disenchanted with Pullman (February is gravel season in Pullman and anything that isn’t still covered in muddy snow is covered in the gravel that is spread on the streets for traction in the snow. Pullman in February is a pretty revolting place.) and convinced beyond a shadow of a doubt that I was double down, hopelessly, S. K. ROOD.

A week later I got the skinny letter quoted above. Skinny letters are bad, right?
My hands were shaking, I was nauseated and hyperventilating. I opened the letter and my life was changed forever.

Four years. God, four years. Especially in Pullman, which, to a good liberal, western Washington, football neutral hippie girl and her good liberal, Oahu and Olympia, football neutral hippie boyfriend, four years can be forever. Certainly at the time I was pretty much convinced that four years would never pass and I’d be stuck in that dusty Hell forever. But it did, and I wasn’t. And four years later they gave me a diploma and a stethoscope and told me I could call myself “Doctor”.

May 7, 1994

May 7, 1994

4/29/2014

Pardon me, but do you really believe that?

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 6:21 pm

I had all these lofty ideas of puttering in my garden for a bit after I got off work this afternoon, but I’m still not over the galloping buboes that I caught last weekend and it’s too hot (okay it’s only 77F, but still) for me to get Trogdor out and burninate the little plants and grass starts that are growing in the cracks in between the patio bricks so I’ll take this opportunity to whip this out

I know I’ve introduced the idea of the “Dear Client” thread. But for those who are new to UADN allow me to explain. “Dear Client” is a collection of letters, an ongoing monologue if you will, from those of us who subscribe to the Veterinary Information Network to some of our most special clients. “Special”, you must understand, has a very broad definition in this case. “Dear Client” is a therapeutic medium for those of us who have to say things out loud (as it were) to SOMEone to keep the words that we have to say to some of the pet owning public from bursting out of our heads through our eye sockets.

And so I present:

Dear Client

When I asked “Were you planning on having your puppy neutered?”, your response was “No, because he won’t get into dog heaven without all his parts.”
I gotta ask…. Do you actually believe that or are you telling me that because your macho military husband is too worried about his own manhood to do what’s best for his pet’s health because if his dog were castrated that would mean he’s a eunuch too?

Sincerely,
Enquiring minds want to know

4/18/2014

I wonder what the airfare is like?

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 1:31 pm

Some years ago I found, while watching a Blackadder episode (and as an aside, if you’ve never seen Blackadder I’d recommend it. It’s pretty damn funny.), what has to be my favorite threat of all time.
Faced with a catastrophe of his own making and wanting to avoid the consequences of same Blackadder states: “I’m going to Nepal to live as a goat!”

Yesterday I was involved in a discussion with one of my online veterinary buddies who was in the midst of contesting an unemployment claim. The fired employee said, in her claim to the unemployment commission, that she’d never been told that she had to show up to work or she’d be fired. That it wasn’t stated in my colleague’s employee manual that regular attendance at one’s job was a prerequisite for keeping same. The unemployment commission wasn’t questioning my colleague about why this twit had been fired, they were asking my colleague if it were true that her employee manual was so deficient. 8O

Today I went to Wild Birds Unlimited to pick up some sunflower seeds for our piggie, er, bird feeders. I got the bag of seed, schlepped it to my car and dumped it in the back. Then I noticed the wording on the back of the bag. “Directions: Open bag. Place seed in bird feeder.”

If we, as a society, have dumbed down to the point where it has to be explicitly written that one must show up to one’s job if one is to keep it, and that there is legislation that requires the producers of bird seed to put instructions for its use on the back of the bag I’ve only got one thing to say.

Meeeehhheeehhhhhhh!

3/30/2014

Before & After

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 7:15 pm

So March has been a giant slavering turd of a month, but for the most part it’s over now. Well, except for the garage. Right now our garage looks like a particularly energetic bomb went off, but I don’t live in the garage, I only interact with the garage for a few minutes a couple of times a day and it can, by god, stay looking like a particularly energetic bomb went off until I damn well feel like doing something about it.

We would, once again and forever, like to extend our gratitude to the following:

Curt, Shawn & Annie (and Anastasia for keeping Della busy), & Steve for the gracious gift of a Saturday afternoon to help friends move heavy shit. We have no words but thank you.

Mom & Dad for lunch, companionship, good suggestions, and a remarkable chocolate stout cake. Also for bedtime stories without which I wouldn’t have been doing much sleeping over the last few weeks.

The Lenzers and assorted hangers on for grief, support, chaos, humor, and a lot of love. They say you don’t actually know someone until you see them under the most stress. In the last month Lenzers have shown me that you don’t necessarily need great stress. As always you have provided grief, support, chaos, humor, and a lot of love. It’s nice to know that I’ve always known the real people.

And I’d like to add a shout out to my boss lady, Melinda Cumming, for putting up with me missing shifts, leaving early, being frazzled, short tempered, and glum without getting too worried about it.

All that having been said…..

So let’s go back to, oh, about the 21st or so.
Friday the 21st, I got up, ate breakfast, and started truly alarming my cats by, instead of sitting at my computer for a couple of hours as is my habit on my day off, started moving things. And moving things. And moving things. The scope of this project encompassed the entire upstairs of our house except for three small bedrooms, and the entire downstairs except for Andrew’s office and the laundry room. Which meant that we had to compact about 2/3 of the house into 1/3 of it.
I got things off walls, I packed up books (note to self: books are HEAVY, use SMALL boxes the next time). I moved fragile knick knacks, I took apart shelves, I moved what furniture I could and I wondered how we’d managed to move so much shit into a small house in such a short period of time.
Saturday? Same thing! Except we were also emptying the fridge so the guys could move it Monday morning.
Sunday? Same thing! Only add Shawn & Annie with Anastasia and Della, Curt, and a metric boatload of sushi as a bribe for helping to move the heavy shit. Andrew’s hand is well healed from the surgery that he had earlier in the month, but he only had surgery three weeks ago and is strictly forbidden to lift anything heavy. As I can recall it Sunday afternoon was the last time before now that we had any peace and quiet. After we finished moving heavy shit and after we’d finished lunch, we adjourned to the porch for talk and toasted marshmallows. For the record, if you don’t have graham crackers Girl Scout Thin Mints work amazingly well for S’mores.

Monday morning I packed up the cats and went to work. Ivan The Installer and his goons showed up Monday morning and proceeded to move the stove, the dishwasher, and the fridge then pulled out the godawful carpet, the vinyl in the kitchen, and started to put the new flooring in.
This is the dining room before:
Before DR:Disgruntled Flitter

Please excuse the disgruntled cat in the foreground.

And here’s a closeup of the dining room carpet:
Closeup:DR Diamond Pattern

I believe it’s what’s called a berber carpet? Not sure. Small, hard loopy things with a raised diamond shaped pattern that was guaranteed to be almost impossible to vacuum. Who puts carpet with what amounts to PITS in it in a dining room?

Vinyl in the kitchen? Mostly white. Who puts WHITE vinyl anywhere, let alone in a KITCHEN?!
Closeup:Kitchen

This is what the living room looked like when I left on Monday.
Before LR:Disgruntled Flitter

Please excuse the disgruntled cat in the background.

Closeup of the carpet:
Closeup Powder Blue

Powder. Freakin’. Blue. No one, but NO ONE with children, grandchildren, friends, pets, a garden, or FEET puts powder blue carpeting ANYWHERE. There are colors that are harder to keep clean, I’m sure, but it’d be hard to find one.

Came home Monday evening and the stove and dishwasher were in the living room. The refrigerator was on the back porch, there was no carpeting anywhere, and no where to sit. We had a pair of wickedly annoyed cats. Ate pizza in bed, put the cats away for the night, and woke up way too damn early the next morning to do it all over again.

Ivan the Installer and Vlad the Installer showed up Tuesday morning. Andrew reports that it was loud.

Andrew checked into our home away from home, The Embassy Suites, on Tuesday afternoon. The cats, thank god, adjusted to the whole situation fairly quickly. The cats, in fact, thought that sleeping with people was a charming idea and they were enchanted with having an UNDER to the bed. We have a captain’s bed on a solid base so there is no under to our bed. Under the bed was a BIG favorite.
People sleeping with cats, however, was not so popular. The cats might have slept well, we didn’t so much. Pogo likes to sleep on my head.

Wednesday and Thursday passed pretty much in a blur. I was really glad to hit Thursday evening and not have to plan to go to work again the next morning.
And Thursday afternoon Vlad called and said he was done. WOO HOO! So we planned that I’d come back from work and we’d go to the house to see whether or not we’d be able to move back in on Friday.

No. No we couldn’t.
We got home Thursday evening and opened a door. Two people each took one step inside and were promptly shoved back out the door by the STANK. It was literally breathtaking. Eyes watering, lungs shrieking, we backed out and closed the door. A little planning and we mounted an assault on two doors at once. In the house, outside to breathe. In the house, open a window, outside to breathe. And so on.
We were here for probably a half hour opening windows, turning on fans and marveling at how ABSOLUTELY FREAKING GORGEOUS THE FLOORS ARE!!

Stairway:
After Stairs

Living Room:
After LR II
After LR

Dining Room/Kitchen:
After DR
After DR:Kitchen

These photos, by the way, weren’t taken on our whirlwind tour Thursday evening. By the time we left Thursday evening we could both feel our DNA unwinding so the idea of staying to take photos was one we did not entertain.

Friday morning I was back at the house at 8:30. I had had romantic notions of sitting on the porch with all the windows open enjoying the sunshine while waiting for the dudes to show up to re-install the dishwasher and deliver the new fridge, but it was, as is has been for most of the last six weeks, pouring. Also the house! Ay-yi-yi! As much pre-planning, moving, smooshing, taping, and covering in plastic as we had done, the house was COVERED in microfine dust.
So Friday morning I came home, I opened all the windows (actually the stank had dissipated considerably) I turned on all the fans and I started to clean. I was here for (totting up on my fingers) 10 hours cleaning on Friday and I’m still finding little patches where there’s dust.
We were actually scheduled to stay at the hotel Friday night, but Andrew in his wisdom, asked why we should. The house was livable, the stank had dissipated, why stay at a hotel, as comfortable as it was, full of high school chorus members when our bed was calling?
So we ate dinner bundled up the cats and checked out. Our bed is GLORIOUS!

Andrew and I have both spent the last two days unpacking, cleaning, re-cleaning, moving, pushing, shoving, reeling, writhing, and fainting in coils. The house looks like ours again (except with MUCH better floors), the cats are settled and happy (except that it’s 10 after 7 p.m. and I’ve not fed them dinner yet), and I DON’T WANT TO DO THIS EVER AGAIN.
Except that the house needs painting.
That, however is going to have to wait until we recover from this.
Living Room:
Living Room
Kitchen/Dining Room:
Kitchen/Dining Room
Family Room:
After FR
Come on over. Just please take off your shoes!

3/10/2014

Rest in Peace

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 8:52 am

“Memento, homo … quia pulvis es, et in pulverem reverteris” (Genesis 3:29)
“Remember, man, that thou art dust and unto dust thou wilt return.”

Joan & Tony on the sofa

Joan Lee (Linn) Lenzer. March 18, 1930 – March 10, 2014

Requiem Aeternam dona eis, Domine
Requiem et lux perpetua luceat eis:
Requiescant in pace. Requiem. Amen.

3/8/2014

Dear Joan

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 11:16 pm

Thank you so much for my husband, the love of my life. I’ll take good care of him for you.

Be at peace.

All my love,

Margaret
Mom, Margaret & Daffodils

3/6/2014

It’s a PLOT!

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 4:11 pm

It’s a lousy, stinking PLOT! Or a suicide pact or something!

So we’re having our floors redone. Part of the labor that the floor goons will provide is to remove and replace our stove and our refrigerator. So we thought, being as we were paying someone to remove the refrigerator, AND seeing as the refrigerator is 21 years old, now would be an ideal time to get a new refrigerator.
I don’t like side by side refrigerators anyway, they’re too damn narrow and this one…… Well, to its credit, it hasn’t gone kaflooey yet. But it’s going to. And this way we can PLAN to move all our perishables into a cooler for several days instead of having to do it, say, just before our next party or something. Or after our next party (shudder). I’m not sure which would be worse. 8O

So anyway, we go down to Albert Lee Appliance whom long time readers of UADN may recall from our last remodeling saga. We looked over refrigerators, we compared sizes and interior capacities and energy efficiencies and so on and eventually we purchased a refrigerator. Now the new refrigerator won’t be installed until after the floors are done at the end of this month and maybe we were a little careless in talking about it in the kitchen.

THE MICROWAVE HEARD US! 8O

Tuesday morning I got up at an obscene hour, ate my oatmeal, put my lunch together, and put my tea in the microwave so I’d have hot tea to take to work with me.
Open the door, put the teacup in the microwave, close the door, press the button, two minutes later you have hot tea. Pretty simple, right?
Except for Tuesday morning.
I pushed the button and…. no happy little microwaves speeding up my tea molecules.
I’m not exactly at my best at dark a.m. but I SWEAR I did everything correctly to start a microwave. I opened the door, I took my teacup out, I closed the door. I opened the door again, I put my teacup back in, I pressed the button and………

So this morning, now that Andrew is able to go without hydrocodone (he had surgery on his left hand again yesterday, did we mention that?), we packed up and went back to Albert Lee Appliance to purchase a bloody damn microwave!

In the 13 years we have lived in this house we have replaced the dishwasher, the stove, and the washer and dryer. There aren’t any major appliances left except the furnace and the hot water heater.

SSSshhhhhh! No one say anything!

3/3/2014

The Saga of The Floors

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 7:13 am

Is about to begin.

Y’all cannot have failed to notice over the years that we *hate* the carpeting in this house.
The downstairs with its electric raspberry was quickly solved by having Scrum pee all over it. As annoying as that was, it did show that he had taste. I’d have peed on it too if Scrum hadn’t beaten me to it.
So we yanked that one out within a year or so of moving in. It was wonderfully therapeutic even though it exposed the tremendously ugly 1968 vintage asphalt tile that had, at one point, been covered with linoleum that was underneath the carpet pad.
The asphalt tile is ugly, but the carpet was worse!
The upstairs, however….. Powder blue carpeting. Nobody in their right minds, nobody with pets, friends, children, grandchildren, a garden, to say nothing of actual honest to god FEET, puts powder blue carpeting in ANYWHERE. And to put powder blue carpeting on the floor smacks of serious lunacy.
But we haven’t had the money or the momentum to break free and do something about it.

Now we do! :D The carpeting is old, permanently stained in places, a major PITA to clean, and a dust trap. Did I mention that one of the major allergens that both of our cats have in their profile is house dust? BooYAH, laminate flooring is going to be SO much easier on their systems!

We had three companies come out to do bids for us. One was a major, multi outlet franchise. Two were small, local companies. Mr. Multi Outlet Franchise came out all slick in a company car, suit, briefcase, laser measuring device, the whole nine yards. I was impressed and he immediately shot to the top of my list.
The second, a few hours later, was a little scruffy in jeans, writing down measurements on the back of the Google Maps instructions he had printed out to get him here. #2 had samples of products that we looked at and chose, but what distinguished #2 was….. He LOOKED! #2 poked around, pulled up furnace vents looked under the carpet, and what he found under the hated, filthy, hard to clean powder blue carpet in the majority of our upstairs was….

5/8″ oak hardwood.

Ah yup! Ours is one of those houses where the original owners got all fashionable in the early ’70s and covered what looks to be some pretty damn gorgeous flooring with wall to wall carpet. Which Mr. Multi Outlet Franchise was going to find only AFTER he had sold us (without return or refund I’m sure) the entire upstairs full of laminate flooring.

#2 shot immediately to the top of our list and since #3 is a nice enough guy, but totally flaky, we’re going with #2.

I’ll get around to naming names after the job is done and we’re satisfied enough to post a glowing review. As it turns out #2 is also a little flaky, but since he’s so far only been flaky personally instead of flaky professionally we’re still anticipating something pretty spectacular.

In the mean time it’s going to be a big, fat, sweaty pain in the ass. We’ve got to move furniture, we’ve got to pack up books and ornaments and ourselves, our cats, and our snakes for two days when Vlad The Installer and his dudes are here sanding and refinishing the hardwood.

T-minus 4 weeks and counting at this point. Andrew’s having surgery on another of his hands during the first week in March and Sara is going to be here during the second week in March so we put the whole thing off until the last week in March.
We can’t promise not to be grumpy, distracted, annoyed, harried, or completely insane, but damn we’re going to have nice floors!

2/23/2014

And so I’m back

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 9:10 am

I’ve got a keyboard that was actually meant for typing, I’m wearing jammies and fuzzy slippers and I’ve got a cat on my lap. All is right with my little hobbit world. :D

Well, I mean, except for the part about my brother’s car getting stolen and stripped, but at least they got a nice new car out of it.

Okay, where was I….

OooooooooooYEAH (little tiny GIR voice), Las Vegas.

The conference was excellent. Because I had very little impetus to go and do anything else (read, there was no one else to go and do fun things with) I scored a LOT of continuing education credits. I listened to some truly spectacular speakers and I came back with two bags full of schwag. One of the big benefits in going to one of these major conferences is that a LOT of veterinary supply companies, labs, marketing concerns, diet manufacturers, book publishers, etc. ad infinitum, send representatives and the exhibitors hall is a FUN place to be. And a lot of the exhibitors are giving away samples of their products and/or holding daily drawings for free stuff. Case in point: Two years ago everyone and (you’ll pardon the expression) their dog was having drawings for an i-Pad. I won one. This year it was i-Pad Airs and Surface tablets none of which I seem to have one which is just fine with me since my current i-Pad works just dandy thankyouverymuch.

And staying at The Mandalay Bay, the site of the convention, is the only way to do it so far as I’m concerned. Western States Veterinary Conference (WVC) is very responsive and very aware of peoples’ requirements so they provide shuttles between the major hotels and the conference venue. And I suppose one _could_ rent a car and park and all that, but I don’t drive in strange cities, and I’m not anywhere near the drooling lunatic it would take to stay somewhere offsite so that I could try and drive in and park every day. The Mandalay Bay is more expensive than some of the other hotels, I’m sure, but I sure as hell made that up in the lack of frustration getting to and from my hotel room!

All that having been said……….The noise! The lights! The over stimulation! My GOD how do people enjoy that?
There are video screens in the elevators, there are video screens in the taxis, there are video screens in the monorail, there’s one restaurant where there are video screens in the restrooms! There. Was. A. Television. In. My. Hotel. Bathroom.
Speakers blaring in the casinos, speakers blaring in every restaurant I was in, flashing lights EVERYWHERE. When there aren’t speakers blaring at you, there are likely drunk people blaring at you. The only time I was on the strip (I walked up and down the strip a lot looking, unsuccessfully, for Legos….another story) when there weren’t drunk people hooting and roaring was at 3 p.m. on Wednesday afternoon. And even then there were mobile billboards driving up and down blaring.
And while much of Las Vegas is smoke free, if you go through a casino (and to get pretty much anywhere in The Mandalay Bay at least you’ve got to go through the casino) there are people smoking everything, I swear I’m not making this up, from standard American cigarettes, through those horrendous Turkish cigarettes, on to cloves, and cigars, I even saw one dude smoking a Hobbit pipe. No one smoking ganja (oh please, I graduated from Evergreen, of COURSE I know what marijuana smoke smells like), but the Walgreens drugstore I stopped into on my Lego search did have a green cross on its sign.

My hotel room was high enough up that it was pretty quiet. I did talk to one of the exhibitors who had the room across from mine who had been kept awake Sunday night by a party down the hall. I wasn’t disturbed by it because I sleep in earplugs, but apparently there was rany gazooing past 2 a.m. But even in my hotel room there was airport noise (a brief note: Yes, I live next to SeaTac, yes, I am complaining about the noise from the LV airport. I live near SeaTac, but I CAN’T SEE THE BLOODY RUNWAYS FROM MY BEDROOM WINDOW), and when the jets weren’t flying it was a sterile sort of quiet. No birds, no cats, no other humans besides the annoying idiots down the hall who don’t know how to close a door without letting it slam.
I took a day off in the middle of the week and went to do fun things. I went to The Springs Preserve which is a lovely little nature preserve somewhere within Las Vegas proper, but off the strip (which is the sum total of my knowledge about Las Vegas geography, don’t ask me anything else about how to get anywhere, I was either in lectures or pretty much lost most of the time I was there). Quiet! OMG QUIET!! Gardens full of lovely little tweebly birds and something that I’m fairly sure was a mockingbird. A black chinned hummingbird which I saw zooming but didn’t get a really good look at. And nothing to hear but the breeze which quickly turned into a heckuva wind, but it was still peaceful. Just blowy.
Just as an aside, I’m really happy I don’t have to limit myself to xeriscape gardening. The gardens were lovely and really hip on water conservation, but I like mine better.
Wetlands are in the eye of the beholder. This, granted wetter than the surrounding country side, was what they were calling a wetland. The grass sort of stuff was 8-10 feet tall.LVWetland
When I got back from The Springs Preserve I wandered down to the Luxor where they’ve got a Titanic artifacts exhibit. I had to decide between the Titanic exhibit and The Bodies exhibit, but I’ve seen at least one of The Bodies, and I figured there’d be fewer idiots at Titanic. The exhibit was sad, and creepy, and horrible all at once, but absolutely astonishing in that I’d never realized exactly how *deluxe* the ship was. Okay, third class was pretty much cattle car, but the recreation of the third class cabins still looked more comfortable than is flying coach on most airlines these days.

Back at the Mandalay Bay it was quite amusing to watch the crowds back and forth from the convention center. There were three, count ‘em *three* conventions at the Mandalay Bay during the same period of time. WVC, a fashion convention, and a pool convention. Wandering the hallways, even without looking at badges, it was super easy to pick out which were veterinarians and which were not. I have _never_ seen such slut wear….er…. high fashion…. as I was seeing on some of the fashion conference attendees. Female AND male.
Which brings up another point. Wednesday evening I was wandering around looking for a sit down dinner that wasn’t the buffet. Because I didn’t have a reservation and I didn’t want to wait close to an hour for dinner, two of the three places I checked were quickly checked off my list.
The third turned me away because I didn’t meet the dress code. Mid thigh length walking shorts, a button down shirt, and walking shoes, not fancy, but tidy……… not appropriate. Painted on skinny jeans with horizontal rips from ankle to, no kidding, ass with a see through crop top (nipples coyly covered) and spike heels……appropriate. I am _obviously_ not meant for The High Life.

So all in all, worth it but exhausting. If the other major conferences this year hadn’t been in stupider locations (c’mon AVMA, who REALLY wants to go to St. Louis in JULY?!) I’d have gone to one of them, but as it was…..

I guess there’s a conference next year in San Francisco. I’ll probably give that a lot of consideration. I think I’m probably better suited to San Francisco than Las Vegas.

2/19/2014

Wellman type 1?

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 8:50 pm

I don’t like crowds. I don’t like crowds, loud music, bright, constantly flashing lights, and I don’t like either drunk people (with a few notable exceptions), or Elvis.
I don’t smoke, I don’t gamble, I don’t drink (okay, I _do_ drink, but I don’t _Las Vegas_ drink) and the very last word that anyone would use to describe the pace of my life would be “frenetic”.

So why did I do this again?……..

oooooooooooooYEAH (little tiny Gir voice) that pesky little licensing requirement.

So I’m back in Vegas.

And before I go berserk at trying to type anything coherent on my i-Pad keyboard, I’d like to make the following observations:

1. I was walking around the other day and was amused, but not terribly surprised to run across an Imperial Stormtrooper, Hello Kitty, a dude with dreadlocks playing Bee Gees on his steel drums, and a zombie with a chain around his ankle pawing and drooling at the front window of the Coca Cola store.
All in one city block. 8O

2. The M&M store is a very dangerous place.

and

3. This place ain’t no Mos Eisley (damn, can’t figure out how to imbed links on my-Pad), but The Strip really is a miserable place.

I fully intend to expand on the above, but y’all is gonna have to wait until I’m back at a proper keyboard.

2/9/2014

Addendum

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 10:39 am

When she first met my parents Andrew’s sister, Libby, described them as adorable little Hobbit people. An apt description I think. I’m proud to have come from Hobbit stock.

That having been said we got about two inches of snow last night. Not a huge amount, but enough to make everything pretty for a while and, if it sticks around, enough to make the drive to work tomorrow REALLY interesting. 8O Thank ZOT for all wheel drive.

But, as y’all will have noticed, Andrew and I feed birds. We feed a LOT of birds and we feed them all year round. Frigid weather and snow make it difficult for the birds so we try to keep our feeders well stocked and our birdbath unfrozen. As a side note, I was pleased to find that regardless of snow it wasn’t cold enough last night to freeze the hummingbird feeder. The persistent little demonchildren otherwise known as Anna’s hummingbirds don’t freakin’ migrate so when it’s cold enough to freeze the sugar water in their feeder, as it was last week, I’m always concerned.

Anyway, back to the snow….
Snow and cold make it difficult for the birds. This time of year usually the first thing we do in the morning (after feeding the cats of course) is to go out and make whatever adjustments in the bird feeders need to be made so that everyone can eat and drink.
It is a compliment to my Hobbit heritage, I think, that after I spread fresh seed for the ground feeders, knocked the snow off of the hummingbird feeder, and put fresh water in the birdbath that I got a lot of pleasure in sitting and watching while all the birds came crowding back.
It’s nice to know we’re good hosts!

2/8/2014

Weather update…

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 6:26 pm

Please pardon my descent into my youth, but……..

IT’S SNOWING

SNOW FROM MY STUDY

SNOW FROM MY STUDY

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!

pretty driveway snow in the dark

pretty driveway snow in the dark

Please note that these images aren’t from _this_ snow, but still……….
wheeeeeeee!

That is, so long as it either doesn’t stick around until Monday or it gets so deep that Monday becomes a practical impossibility. :D

2/2/2014

Options

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 11:10 am

Neither of us are football fans. To be entirely accurate, neither of us are fans of any organized sport save, perhaps, Sumo and Evergreen’s intercollegiate boomerang team.
We aren’t anti-fans. We don’t wish for the entire sport to die and everyone involved in it to go with, we’re just so indifferent that “meh” doesn’t even come close.

The last two weeks have been and, depending on the outcome of today’s game the next couple will be, extremely tedious.

So in the spirit of celebrating our mega-*meh* we would like to present the following opposite superb owl (thanks to Stephen Colbert for the phrase) options for things to do today:

A giant online game of Ham Hamtaro.

Decoupage something. (For the record, I’m not sure what decoupage is, but I’m certain that if Martha Stewart does it it’s pretty much opposite of sitting around watching f’ball)

Dungeons and Dragons…. It is the 40th anniversary after all.

Read a fucking BOOK! (warning! Not safe for work, not safe for children, not safe for…. Well, watch in privacy, it’s funny!)

Get out in the fresh air! It’s a beautiful day in Seattle, I’m hoping to have time to get out and do some pruning. Andrew, still whispering and lacking stamina, will hopefully be out playing with his remote control quad copter.

So what are we going to do to celebrate superb owl Sunday? We’re gonna go to Albert Lee Appliance and look at refrigerators.

1/29/2014

Rest in Peace

MargaretMargaret
Filed under: @ 9:31 pm
Don, Doris, Barbara 1940

Don, Doris, Barbara 1940

Dorward family 1966

Doris Jean (Dorward) Dingledine 1924-2014
And may eternal light shine upon you.


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