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  • Nick Bantock: Windflower: A Novel

    Nick Bantock: Windflower: A Novel
    Thinking about Griffin and Sabine reminded me of an unread Bantock book on my shelf. I'm only a few pages in, but the fact that the story is about a made-up tribe of people in a make-believe land, made me realize how much of the fiction I read is still based in reality. Yes, Ishiguru's "Never Let Me Go" imagines a world where clones provide a steady stream of transplant organs; but it is still based in England, in a time and place not entirely unbelievable. And Chabon's "The Yiddish Policemen's Union" brings the reader to a Jewish enclave in Alaska created when the project to create Israel fails; but again, the place, time, and details are not so "out there" that one cannot imagine it could have happened this way. But Bantock creates a completely new world, much like sci-fi and fantasy writers. It makes me realize how long it's been since I've read sci-fi.

  • Joyce Atkinson: Journal: The Short Life and Mysterious Death of Amy Zoe Mason

    Joyce Atkinson: Journal: The Short Life and Mysterious Death of Amy Zoe Mason
    Oh please do go read my review. I felt so strongly about this one (in a negative way) that I actually posted a review on both Amazon.com and .co.uk.

October 19, 2008

Cats Come Home (Dogs Too!)

On Friday morninga week ago now—as our three cats lay in a neat row in a transport cage in the back of our truck, I turned to my husband and said, "You know what this means? We're finally done."

Because the animals were our last tie to that shit hole country we used to live in and now we can wash our hands of the place. It has been a blight on our lives, even here, because everything and (nearly) everyone associated with it is just a complete cock-up. From nearly not being able to get married because the UK registrar would not accept the poorly prepared court papers from my husband's divorce in the aforementioned shit hole country, to the the fact that two of our dogs arrived from said shit hole with clear evidence of parasites. Despite the fact that they had been seen by a small animal vet in one of the country's largest cities and cleared for travel. Yet there was no mention of any problem or any treatment provided. 

It was our hired pet couriers who first made us aware there was an issue, contacting us while en-route to report that at least one of the dogs seemed to have an infected ear (from scratching) and we should make arrangements to take her to the vet right away. Need I even mention that the pet couriers were British? While they didn't recognize the exact nature of the problem—which I wouldn't expect them to, particularly since most of their business is transporting pets between England and Spain for owners who have holiday homes in that sunny southern country, and therefore, they probably only see healthy, pampered animals—being from a civilized country, their heads weren't completely inserted up their asses and therefore the function of their vision and common sense was not hampered.

It was a stressful day, but all animals are now happily ensconced in their temporary homes: dogs at a kennel, receiving their treatment, and the cats at my mother-in-law's, being spoiled rotten by their grannie. The man and I are looking forward to having them back with us soon, our entire family settled in our new home. 



October 07, 2008

Until the Cats Come Home

Have I mentioned that our three cats arrive this Friday? A mere three days from now? The dogs too. The man and I are VERY excited to have our fur babies back with us. Except that, since we haven't moved into our house yet, they won't be physically with us. 

The cats are off to my mother-in-laws, heretofore to be known as "grandma's," where they will continue to live in the style to which they have become accustomed over the last six months. She has gone to great effort--and some expense I expect--to fix up her spare bedroom for their comfort. I've no doubt they will be doted upon. I personally plan to spend my Saturday there cuddling them all.

28871_h The dogs are off to a kennel for a couple weeks, but it's nearby so I think we will go over on the weekends to visit and take them out for walks. The man is already talking about taking Mina to the stable so she can go on trail rides with him. I suggested her consider purchasing one of these to transport her back and forth. What could be manlier than a dog carrier backpack with the label "Trixie"?













36301_1 I was also looking for a cat carrier to transport the three princes and came upon some interesting options. First off was the feline seat belt. Who knew such a thing existed? The look on this particular kitler's face certainly shows s/he had no idea such an abomination would darken his/her life. 

I can just see us making our way down the road with three cats "seat-belted" in the back seat. While I thought they might find it more pleasant than a carrier crate, the man wisely brought up the ever-present danger of poo. 








And then there was the "redneck" cat carrier, which I found on the humor site Joe-ks.com. It makes up for it's lack of aesthetic beauty by being cost-effective and down right hysterical. [Why do I suspect a Palin family pet may have been transported in just such a way? Hmmmm...]

RedneckCatCarrier

Personally, I think the biggest obstacle to utilizing this method would be accomplishing the awful task of finishing an entire case of Busch beer. 

October 06, 2008

Day One: Survived!

So I had my first day back in the working world and Phew! Am I tired! And this was the "come in at 10 after we've had our two-hour meeting" day. Tomorrow I have to get up about an hour earlier. Gag!

But it went OK overall and I was surprised how quickly I slipped back into office mode. 

October 05, 2008

Back to Work!

The last day I officially held a paying job was September 29, 2006. This wasn't the last day that I actually went to the office, mind you; that was more like September 27. 

Tomorrow, Monday, October 6, 2008, I return to the working world. Funny how it's almost two years to the day. 

[I'd like to say it was an enjoyable break during which I accomplished a lot, did some interesting things, and grew as a person. And there certainly have been good things. But the last two years have also felt like a marathon of stress and uncertainty the likes of which I have never before experienced. I feel like I am always saying "we just have to get past hurdle X and things will calm down." Luckily, by the end of the month, we should be in our new house with our cats and dogs. And that will make all the difference in the world. "Then things will calm down," she said hopefully.]

It's a temp job, filling in as a marketing assistant at a construction company, but the woman who interviewed me spoke of how they desperately need another writer/communicator in the group and her lobbying efforts in that direction. So it could turn into a full-time job. 

The important thing is that I'm getting back in the work force. While I'll be earning a fraction of what I earned when I left two years ago, with a new house, two horses to stable and feed, three dogs, three cats, etc., we need the extra income. 

I hadn't thought it would be so difficult to find another communications job here with my experience in New York and The Netherlands, but I've found that I've got a couple things working against me:

Number one: I want an internal communications job; however, internal comms here in the UK is more forward-thinking, with a focus on employee engagement that one doesn't, at least in my experience, find in America. Also, the last company I worked for was pretty behind-the-times and most communication was one-way. Which leads to...

Number 2: Because I'm looking for a manager or equivalent level job and salary, most companies want someone who already has solid, proven experience in employee engagement and change management. 

Of course, most of the comm jobs tend to be in London and I'm not too jazzed about commuting again. Plus, I'm not interested in heading a department or having the "big job." Right now, I want to work somewhere locally and have time to spend with my husband, animals, and just getting established in our new home. So I've re-thought my job search strategy over the last weeks and have been focusing on finding a position in the area, which has meant that I've applied for everything from an officer manager role with a strong communications component to a production editor position at an academic publisher. And frankly, I feel like I'll be a lot happier in a job like either of these, than working at some big corporate headquarters in London. 

I'd apologize in advance for lack of posting due to actually having a job, but who am I kidding? It's not like I've been burning up the bandwidth lately anyway. Maybe if I'm actually back out in the world, I'll have something to blog about. 

October 04, 2008

Nuclear Doodling

I know, I know... I haven't posted anything in ages. And I know this won't make up for that failure, but I found this doodle in a pile of odds and ends I needed to file and finally got around to scanning it. For posterity, ya know? If only I could remember in which particularly boring meeting I sketched this...

Nuclear-doodle 
Speaking of nuclear, writer Valerie Frankel, who's latest book Thin is the New Happy is at the top of my ever-growing Amazon wish list, and a friend counted how many times Palin said "nucular" during the VP debate: Ten. 

Honestly, there is a difference between having an accent and not being able to pronounce words correctly. Never did I think the Republicans could dig up someone who would make me prefer Dubya. And that is a terrifying thought. 

September 21, 2008

Pintea at Sunset

I took some photos of my beautiful Pintea yesterday evening as I put him out for the night. The intensity of the setting sun put the rest of the image into darkness. I made what adjustments I could, hence the high contrast of the sun, but this is one of those times I wish my Photoshop skills were better. A professional could make this image absolutely stunning.


Pintea-at-Sunset

September 20, 2008

Adventures in Bedding, Bathing, Shoes, and Cider

Haven't posted  lately because, well, nothing too much is happening. This unfortunately doesn't translate into a stress-free life because I am still searching for a job and the machinations of purchasing our first house are proceeding slooooooowly. 

So what am I going to talk about? How about the horses? That's original! More specifically: about horse bedding! Whoo-hoo! Party down!

The man had the temerity to wake me up at 10 a.m. this morning so we could go out to the barn. (The NERVE! He will PAY!) I've been taking care of mucking out and feeding during the week and I've finally got a good maintenance system* that enables me to clean up Doru's box in about 30-40 minutes, rather than the hour or more it was taking. The problem is that Doru is an extremely messy horse and we now have him on sawdust bedding because he was eating his straw bedding. 

The bedding we're using is Natures Best. (And yes, they've left out the apostrophe in their name.) Imported from Canada, it's sawdust compressed into pellets; you then add water and it plumps back up. One of the other owners at our barn found it when she was looking for an alternative to shavings (expensive) and straw (which her horse eats) and it proved so effective that she's become the authorized distributor in our county and several surrounding ones. 

This bedding is absolutely fabulous for Pintea, who is a fairly clean horse. You just go in and take out the poops and the wet bits where he pees, sift through the rest for any stray bits and to fluff it up, spread it out, and you're done. Pintea is so clean that I literally only have to put a new bag of bedding in every 10 days or so (which even surprises our friend the distributor). 

Doru is of course another story. He's big and barge-y and doesn't do anything small, neat, or tidy (not unlike the man who owns him). We've worked with the distributor over a period of a couple weeks to figure out the best method to keep up with the sheer volume of poo and pee that comes out of this animal. She even mucked him out for several days so she would have first hand experience to use with her other customers and Doru now has the distinction of being THE messiest horse that is using this bedding. 

Today, we needed to clean under the rubber mats that cover the floor of Doru's box. Wetness tends to build up there and that works against the bedding, which is highly absorbent and will dry out if left to air. It's a two person job, hence me actually pulling my lazy ass out of bed on a Saturday to go to the barn. 

Once we'd cleaned under the mats, I finished up while the man got Doru saddled for a ride. I was putting things away and getting ready to go up to do Pintea's box when I noticed that the barn manager's cat, Oggy, was walking up the center aisle. He's a beautiful cat and relatively friendly, but I'd never seen him actually in the barn before. I went to get my camera from the truck and when I came back, he had disappeared. My husband said he hadn't passed him and gone out the back door. I'd noticed he was stopping in front of the boxes and looking up, as if he might jump up through the opening in the door and go inside. I walked down to Doru's box, where I had left the door open, and there was Oggy. He was pawing at the bedding, looking for the right place to do his business. And he was surprisingly un-shy in the face of the flashbulbs! (I thought I'd refrain from posting the photo of him in the act.)

Oggy-endorses-Natures-Best My husband had told me that this bedding could also be used for cats and dogs (how much you want to bet he's already done comparison pricing against standard kitty litter?). Now we have Oggy's endorsement! 










Dorus-shoes
I also took this photo of Doru in his hoof boots. Since Doru's hooves are still growing out and adjusting to not having iron shoes on them, my husband puts boots on his front hooves when he rides to help him get around better. I told Doru that his shoes were terribly last season and he should consider updating his look, but I doubt he'll heed my advice. 

The man and Doru went off and I tackled the task of giving my not-so-white horse a bath. Turned out he was a lot cleaner than he had been few days before, but he still needed some washing. Of course, horses don't necessarily like being sprayed with cold water. Pintea is a very well-behaved horse, but he always dances around when I bathe him. I've gotten pretty good at handling him even while dancing, but since another owner who is on full livery was having her horse bathed, the three young ladies working at the barn today were helping her and one of them gave me a bit of a hand holding him and drying him off. 

[Here's a photo: Look how clean he is! (You can't see the grass stains where he's already rubbed and rolled.) And his mane and tail are so beautifully groomed. That ought to last until tomorrow.]

Pintea-clean It was such a glorious day and so warm, that I put Pintea out in Doru's field to dry in the sun while I finished up the chores. When I went to get him, the two kids who live in the house next to the horse fields came to their gate to see Pintea. I took him over and the five-year-old girl stroked his face. Her three-year-old brother was a bit more apprehensive because Pintea kept jerking his head, more interested in the grass than the attention at that particular moment. The kids and I then talked about the various things that horses eat, the girl sounding extremely knowledgeable when she said things like "horses really like to eat carrots; those are their favorites." Her brother was a little chatterbox and would interrupt saying "excuse me, but...". He wondered if horses liked to eat tomatoes and his sister explained that they have very hard teeth and like to eat hard, crunchy things. Eventually their mom came out to give them a snack and she admired Pintea's beauty and talked about how much the kids like to see the horses. I should have told her how polite and lovely her children were, but I was caught up in the conversation. 

My last major task for the day was to acquire a quantity of cider for my husband on the way home. He regularly frequents the Upton Cider stand in Upton village and is heartbroken that this is the proprietor's final weekend of the season. No more cider until April. Tragedy! Although there is a pub in the area that carries it for a time. I've promised to take him there. Anyway, I splurged a bit on my honey and when he gets home, he'll find three gallons of very dry, very alcoholic cider chilling in the fridge.



* The system, for anyone interested, is that the fresh bedding is banked against the back wall and we add a new bag of bedding every 3-4 days, with an occasional extra added to further bulk it up. I use a shavings fork to clean out the middle portion of the box, sifting out the poo and wet bits and leaving the drier, still usable bedding in a pile. In addition, there are two banks of bedding on either side of the box. Each day I use one of those banks to re-cover the middle portion of the box. Depending on how damp the bedding from the bank is (you can tell by how dark it is), I mix in a few forkfuls of the fresh bedding; this helps it dry out and increases absorbency. The used bedding I've just cleared from the middle replaces the bank I've used. I then use my fork to toss and aerate the opposite bank to help it dry. By alternating the bank used to cover the middle portion, the bedding gets about two days to dry before being used again. 

September 12, 2008

In Case You Were Wondering...

Bruised-foot This is what happens when a 1,300 pound horse steps on your foot. 

When you're wearing trainers. 

On a concrete floor covered only in rubber matting. 

It actually could have been a lot worse. Luckily, we keep the horses barefoot now. Had there been an iron shoe involved, I'd probably have broken bones. 




The horse in question was, of course, my husband's stallion, Doru. He has the size and weight advantage and he knows it. Because I'm not as strong as my husband, Doru likes to try things out with me, to see what he can get away with. Barging over to eat some grass, not stopping when I tell him to, trying to pull his foot away when I'm cleaning his hooves, that sort of thing. I actually manage to hold my own pretty well and he's become much more cooperative with me as a result. 

But almost nothing will stop him from making his way to his food once it's in sight. And unfortunately, he didn't let me--or my foot, to be exact--get out of the way this particular time. 

Lots of ice prevented major swelling and it doesn't hurt very much. But boy! Aren't those colors pretty? This is two days later. Can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. 

And no, I haven't had a pedicure in, like, a hundred years. 

September 09, 2008

Low Humour on the High Street

Since being in England, I've noticed a certain jewellery store on some of the fancier shopping streets, or High streets, as they call them here: 
Frey-Wille
And every time, I smile to myself. Because it makes me think of this:
Free-Willy
I know it's an Austrian jeweller, so the name is probably terribly august in German. But while they may be swish; I am not. I am a simple American girl who grew up steeped in popular culture. What can I say? 

Free Willy. Hee-hee-hee!

September 08, 2008

Making It Easier to Identify Us Girls

Il_430xN.33500934 I came across these panties on Etsy by Harvey & Eileen and thought they would be perfect for all the proud vagina Americans.