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Sema's Journal

Let Me Count the Ways...
sema427 which the universe has shat upon me during the past month, and you will understand why I have not been around.

1)  Major bipolar cycling--always good for a laugh!
2)  Mental health care provider drops all but Medicaid patients due to state budget cuts.  I have Medicare.  No backup plan is provided.
3) Gracie the Boston Terrier developes back problems.
4) I back into giant sticking-out trailer hitch of monster truck parked in my doctor's lot and have to part with $200 to replace my tail light.
5) Miss P. spills milk on my laptop keyboard.  Thank God for Service Plan.
6) I have MRI of partially-paralyzed hand.  Doctor recommends steroid shot.  Partially-paralyzed hand becomes mostly-paralyzed hand.  Doctor rcommends surgery to remove something that probably isn't actually called the "splodey bone."
7)  Miss P., agent of chaos, sits in her beanbag chair, extending her giant Hobbit-feet into the room.  Which I trip on.  And my hand may not actually have a splodey bone, but my knee most definitely has a splodey lining--which gets sewn back together on the 31st.  Meanwhile, I'm hobbling around with a cane, making ouchie sounds whenever I move.  And of course it's my driving leg, that goes without saying, right?  

The last one I can't even number, and certainly won't joke about.

On Friday night, just after suppertime, we were all sitting on my mom's bed, talking.  Gracie gave a little yelp, and I gathered her onto my lap, thinking one of the pugs had been a little rough and made her back twinge.  I stroked her and  she laid her chin down on my wrist, quiet in my arms.

She slipped away so gently it took a while for us to realize she was gone.  It still seems hard to believe.  Nine years on this earth wasn't long enough.

You were a good girl, Gracie.  You were so loved, and you are missed.

I didn't mean to go here, and yet I did.  Best call it a night,  Can't see the screen now anyway.

love to al;l.  



Writer's Block: Happy, happy, joy, joy
Which song makes you happy every time you hear it, and why?

"Here Comes the Sun," by The Beatles

This is one of my favorite songs, period.  I love the way it talks about coming out of the darkness and into the light again--I can always use some of that optimism!  It's also a song I used to sing to my daughter when she was small, and it always makes me think of her little squooshy happy face smiling up at me (a good image to keep in mind during these ever-enjoyable teen years ;) ). 

I'm baaaaack...

Hello everyone!

It's a miracle!  After four solid months of feeling like absolute physical crap, I woke up this morning actually feeling...  okay.  I'm not exactly sure what to do with the sensation--I keep waiting for my head to fall off, or something.  Between being sick and needing to care for others, I got to feeling a bit burned out (and you know four months of prednisone really helped with that).

Anyway, I apologize for my long absence and hope y'all are likewise healthy, happy, and not covered over by snow (of which we haven't had any since November, knock on wood).

The puggies & co. are all well.  Ceddy just got his stitches out from his little operation, and the vet says we should soon see the end to the pug!slash that's been going on all over the house for the past couple months.  I'm not sure if Wilbur will be upset or relieved when his life partner suddenly loses interest.*g*  Miss P is as impossible and lovable as ever, never at a loss for words (to say the least) and doing splendidly in her Adult Living Program.  Mom is... mom.  Challenging sometimes, fine others--it's a bit rough in that she can't really be left on her own anymore for more than an hour or two, which means I do a lot of rushing back from things.  I could also wish her pdoc was a bit more aggressive with the mood-stablizing meds, but I guess it can be difficult with older people to get the right mix.

I guess that's it for now--time to take mom to her lung doc, then home to hopefully get some long-neglected housework done.  I wish I had a Molly Weasley wand to wave and set the dusters in motion and make the floors mop themselves.  With my luck, though, it would probably turn into more of a Mickey in The Sorceror's Apprentice situation, and I'd end up having to break out he wetvac.

And with that, love to all,


Why I have the best sister
I came home to an Amazon box on my doorstep this afternoon--and what should be inside but a bran new Kindle!  No more struggling to hold on to paperbacks with my effed up hands!  No need for reading glasses!  The ability to carry 10,000 books with me at all times!

Thank you soooo much, Linnie.  You're the best! 

This wanted to be the mosaic meme

Gacked from [info]kolywoble

I literally tried 900 times, in semagic, lochjournal and lj, and the damn photos still won't show up! Which is probably good, because the cuts won't work either.

Those bits of auburn pelt now drifting around your ankles is the hair which I've torn out.  Don't mind me.

Anyway, this is how it should have worked:

1. Answer each of the questions below using Flickr Search.
2. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
3. Copy the URL of your favorite photo into this site:
4. Then share with the world.

1. First Name
2. Favorite Food
3. Hometown
4. Favorite Color
5. Celebrity Crush
6. Favorite Drink
7. Dream Vacation
8. Favorite Dessert
9. What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
10. What I Love Most In The World
11. One Word That Describes Me
12. My LiveJournal Name 
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I can't sleep, my cold having taken a decidedly pukey turn.  Or maybe it's just that I moments ago discovered songs by not only Lionel-bloody-Richie, but frakkin' Debarge on my iPod.  I'm terrified!  It's like discovering one's house is infested with bedbugs.

Do they make Raid for iPods?

*hurriedly expunges them from iTunes*

God, now I'm worried about what else is lurking in there?

So, amuse me please:  tell me your most embarrassing musical secret!  What humiliating song do you love?  what completely uncool artist(s) do you adore?  We're all friends here.

Here's mine (and I hope you'll still respect me in the morning):  despite many, many examples of overproduction and tacky lyrics, I've always loved the voices of Mick Hucknall, Art Garfunkel, Phil Collins and Robin Gibb.  *cringe*  Yes, I know.  Don't hate me.

As an antidote to the above, I'm listening to a solo performance of American Pie/Smells Like Teen Spirit by Tori Amos.  Oh, Tori, you make my heart hurt.

Oh, and here's Dave Matthews, doing Paul Simon's American Tune.  Apparently we're now playing nothing but covers.  When the end of civilization as we know it comes, both Tori and Dave are welcome in my special shelter.  But not Paul.  Because, to all appearances, the man's a total asshole, albeit a talented one.

And, yes, I do actually listen to music from this century.  I'll probably even ramble on incoherently about it someday. 

A Request from Miss P.

So, we were watching The Return of the King this afternoon (because what's better to do when you both have colds than drink gallons of tea and watch RotK?) and Peri got to missing her old hobbit Sims--because the other thing that's fun to do when you have a stupid cold is play mindless hours of Sims 2.  I remember that we used to have a rather nice Billy and Dom that we got from someone-- sweetpea_grubb , I believe, many, many moons ago.  The computer I had them on has long since died a terrible death, and when I checked, I found she doesn't have them anymore either.  Does anyone else have them, by any chance?  Or anything comparable?  Miss P. would be overjoyed if I could surprise her with them. 

Sometimes the answer isn't "42"
Here are some answers in response to questions from piratesorka, inspired by the following meme:

Leave a comment saying "What's up?!"
- I'll ask you five questions to satisfy my curiosity.
- Update your journal with the answers to your questions.
- Include this explanation and offer to ask other people questions.

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Whew! Now I'm exhausted! Anyone elsewanna play?

Slough of Despond
Damn, I want my writing mojo back!  I seem to be stuck on a permanent setting of maximum suckitude, from which I cannot escape.  I'd like to be able to do something in the new Sherlock fandom, but I can't seem to summon so much as a decent paragraph.  *cue frowny face*  Perhaps after my dismal showings for monaboyd month and help haiti, the universe is trying to tell me something.

There was a time in my life when I would confidently and smilingly say to people, "I am a writer."

Hell, I'm pretty sure I met most of you because of my writing.  Sad to say, except for that weird little quirk of talent which I once possessed, I've never felt as if I had that much else to offer.  Considered according to my own merits, I fear I'm rather dull.

Honestly, I don't mean this as a big ol' fishing expedition for compliments.  I don't know what it is.  Maybe I missed some meds last night.  Maybe I'm a little burned out on service to others.

You know who I feel like?  Buffy, in Once More With Feeling.

Give me something to sing about. 

Oh, I forgot to mention...

The reason I've been gone all summer is that my computer imploded.  The Best Buy geeks kept replacing bits and pieces, but by the time they were finished the only thing left of the original laptop was the casing and the screen ( and this is why we do backups, boys and girls).  After that I was told to run the restore disks that came with the computer, but obviously the geek I was speaking to had no understanding of life in a household that contains Miss Peri, in which the likelihood of any useful, important thing remaining in it's original, logical place is about as likely as me getting to Narnia through my upstairs closet.

Which means the disks had to be sent away for, only one was damaged, so I sent for them a second time, and finally, as of yesterday, I am restored, and can talk to you again, my lovely friends.

You know, I can type surprisingly fast with three fingers and a thumb.  Now, if LJ didn't keep eating my comments!


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