Showing posts with label Memorial Day 2020. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memorial Day 2020. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 27, 2020

Cats, Werewolves, The Phoenix and Other True Tails of My Long Weekend

That's  a quick summary of my Memorial Day weekend, which extended into yesterday since I'm working this weekend.

It was productive, relaxing, and family-connected. Here are quick details on each one:

Cats: Or more specifically, Frances. She is no longer anemic (we feel the slight anemia was caused by the blood draw at her checkup), and I think the weight loss came partly from the lack of appetite she and Faith both had after their shots.

For Frances, this resulted in some weakness made a condition we had not noticed noticeable: a degenerative spinal issue. The weight loss showed some of the muscle mass that is occurring with it.

So we kept her food bowl always full, took her for weekly weight checks, and then finally an X-ray that diagnosed the problem.

She has gained weight (almost back to normal), is on a supplement to lubricate her joints, and has nearly resumed her normal level of activity - for a 15-year-old active cat. Hurray! One problem solved.

Work, Zoom, Storms: Finished up some work Saturday morning and then attended a virtual graduation party for my two nieces (one graduated from high school, the other college), and then some really dramatic storms hit, which pulled me back into work.

You can see three of the videos I uploaded here.

And you can see some of my photos here.

But I did get some fiction done that night, a good thing because I worked Sunday afternoon, too.

In the meantime, Timothy spent part of the weekend working on the website. For one, he's made progress on the site map.

You can check out some of the changes here.

The Phoenix: A new book in the BryonySeries and the first in the Limbo trilogy. Completed a substantial amount of three chapters.

Lycanthropic Summer: Two strong outlines for the last two chapters of a book within a book. This took most of yesterday to accomplish, far longer than the three chapters in The Phoenix did. But it will also substantially affect the rest of the story, so the extra effort and research will pay off, I think.

Exercise: Walked (not as much as usual but more than 10,000 and less than 23,000 steps per day) and did some yoga last night. Weights went to the back of the schedule in favor of other projects this past weekend.

Reading: I also read half of Snow Flower and the Secret fan.

Below, you can see what working and working out looks like when cats share you living space. Francis is on the yoga mat, Faith is on my desk chair. She lets me have less than half, and so I perch for most work days.

Have a great day! :)








Monday, May 25, 2020

"Decoration Day" By Henry Wadworth Longfellow


Two of the characters in the fourth installment of Before The Blood and one in Bryony are fond of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poetry and, from time to time, quote from it.

Longfellow was a founder of the U.S. magazine The Atlantic. He wrote "Decoration Day" in 1882 about the holiday, which held its first national on May 5, 1868 to honor those who had died in the Civil War.

Decoration Day later expanded to Memorial Day and included anyone who died in the service of the U.S. Until 1970, Memorial Day was held on May 30.

In 1971, Memorial Day became a federal holiday and is now observed on the last Monday of May. 

Many people don't know this, but Americans, wherever they are and whatever they are doing, are supposed to take a minute of silence at 3 p.m. and remember those who died in military service to the U.S.



"Decoration Day"
By Henry Wadworth Longfellow


Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest
  On this Field of the Grounded Arms,
Where foes no more molest,
  Nor sentry's shot alarms!

Ye have slept on the ground before,
  And started to your feet
At the cannon's sudden roar,
  Or the drum's redoubling beat.

But in this camp of Death
  No sound your slumber breaks;
Here is no fevered breath,
  No wound that bleeds and aches.

All is repose and peace,
  Untrampled lies the sod;
The shouts of battle cease,
  It is the Truce of God!

Rest, comrades, rest and sleep!
  The thoughts of men shall be
As sentinels to keep
  Your rest from danger free.

Your silent tents of green
  We deck with fragrant flowers;
Yours has the suffering been,
The memory will be ours.




Photo by Timothy Baran