A very full Saturday
Mar. 28th, 2026 11:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eve_primeThis afternoon J and I went to the tail end of the celebration of life for one of my favorite high school teachers, the one who led the Model U.N. program (we were Botswana). He had lived to be 92. The celebration was open to the public but started before I was up for the day, and I wouldn’t have wanted to sit through three hours in any case, so we just went to see if I knew anyone and could get a program and write a note in a memory book for the family. I didn’t know anybody but it was nice to write in the memory book.
The event was in the senior center near the river, so after that we took a nice walk. We explored the neighborhood just west of the center, which includes a potential wedding venue, then we walked east along the river so I could see the new city hall and the new riverfront park, which still looked rather industrial.
We drove home and I quickly ate some lunch, then headed out to a book talk by the author of a memoir focusing on the dramatic adventures he’s had over the course of his life. The title is: Miscalculated Risks: Attacked, Crippled, Paralyzed, Drowning, Unconscious and Freezing in the Wild (Just Not All at Once). The photo of the author on the front cover looked too young to have all that many adventures, but the author, Michael Cooper, turned out to be 72. The talk was quite interesting – the audience was pretty vocal with dismay for many of the things that had happened to him.
Meanwhile, the new source of cat-related stress is that Geordi, the essentially wild cat who shares a bedroom in my house with his much tamer brother and sister, and who I can’t pick up so I couldn’t take him to the vet when his flea allergy was so severe – well, he’s more or less stopped eating. He was regrowing his fur from the flea allergy, and I had hoped he was entirely on the mend. His appetite had been great all along. But not now. I’m not sure what to do except for offering him things he might like to eat and gently coaxing. At least he still likes for me to pet him. I can’t imagine his prognosis is favorable, though.
The event was in the senior center near the river, so after that we took a nice walk. We explored the neighborhood just west of the center, which includes a potential wedding venue, then we walked east along the river so I could see the new city hall and the new riverfront park, which still looked rather industrial.
We drove home and I quickly ate some lunch, then headed out to a book talk by the author of a memoir focusing on the dramatic adventures he’s had over the course of his life. The title is: Miscalculated Risks: Attacked, Crippled, Paralyzed, Drowning, Unconscious and Freezing in the Wild (Just Not All at Once). The photo of the author on the front cover looked too young to have all that many adventures, but the author, Michael Cooper, turned out to be 72. The talk was quite interesting – the audience was pretty vocal with dismay for many of the things that had happened to him.
Meanwhile, the new source of cat-related stress is that Geordi, the essentially wild cat who shares a bedroom in my house with his much tamer brother and sister, and who I can’t pick up so I couldn’t take him to the vet when his flea allergy was so severe – well, he’s more or less stopped eating. He was regrowing his fur from the flea allergy, and I had hoped he was entirely on the mend. His appetite had been great all along. But not now. I’m not sure what to do except for offering him things he might like to eat and gently coaxing. At least he still likes for me to pet him. I can’t imagine his prognosis is favorable, though.
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Date: 2026-03-29 03:05 pm (UTC)I'm sorry to hear about Geordi, poor guy.
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Date: 2026-03-29 08:01 pm (UTC)I wonder if his wife has supported these adventures all along or if she's secretly a bit glad that his hip cartilage has worn out so that he can no longer carry a 70 lb. pack and can't do these things anymore.
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