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Never a Dull Moment

update at 6:35p sat.. appears fine in safari, broken in firefox. will try to get it to clean up proper. not sure where that comment closure is coming from…

update at 4:50.. not sure about the weird formating. ::shrugs:: I’ll look at it motzei shabbos.

update at 4:30.. ok, it was some loose screws and then the line to the tank started leaking. that was fixed too. my rug and some rag towels are now mostly dry and hanging and the floor hasn’t been that clean in a while. Dinner is cooked. I’m still scared of the toilet and that if I look wrong, the thing will leak again, so I will be reviewing some toilet anatomy and making sure that I have parts and tools onhand to prevent or quickly fix this in the future. Oy, my mum’s (?) father must be shaking his head at me. He was a plumber (I think) and taught her about fixing them. Of course I am totally clueless about this kind without a tank I don’t know how to fix. (My flat had one of those. It was weird and annoying.)

orig post:
I was vacuuming the bathroom in prep to wash the floors and I hit the toilet tank and discovered that the washers screw was loose that connecting tank to toilet bowl are totally corroded and that tap caused them to completely unseat and the full tank leaked all over. L, one of the maintenance guys I tracked down, groaned because everything he has to fix for me involves him getting wet (the leak in the shower was another). Well, it is one way to make sure I clean the bathroom floor, but not quite what I had in mind for 3pm on a Friday afternoon. At least the water’s been turned off, I wasn’t strong enough to attempt it at the toilet. I can’t wait until I live in a house and can make or break things on a more sane schedule.

my kitten,

my love, I’ll miss you.


May 1993 – 2 January 2007

My Cosette came to me at my time of need. She was the smallest kitten at the shelter with a long tail which wrapped around her body. She kept me company that first difficult year of high school when mum was out at night on dates (not every night). She purred and knew when I needed snuggling. It was hard to leave her the next year as my housing to continue at school became “interesting”. I missed her when I went off to college. She brought comfort to mum and Al and I thank them for the love they gave her all these years. I definitely look back with happiness and joy at the three days I spent with her this past summer. She curled up with me at night and played a little with my knitting. E had suggested going out to visit both on the 26th and either this past Sunday and Monday. I’m sad that we didn’t, but her memories will always be close to my heart. She curled up last night near mum’s chair and was found by Al this morning looking peaceful.

My Kitten … play well.

a little late, but not forgotten

I had meant to pre-set this post last week and then didn’t and well December first came and went…

Yesterday was World AIDS Day. What does that mean and why am I breaking my self-imposed silence on this sort of thing to write? It’s been 25 years and we are closer but not where I thought we would be. Yes, today there are medicines which enable those with HIV/AIDS to live better and longer and less-painful lives, but so many people don’t know about how to prevent it or what causes it. There is a lot of blind ignorance going on based upon community culture (and pressure) and it saddens me.

To teach does not condemn those that learn to be. It opens them to be aware, to make a difference, to have choice. To teach ignorance is not to teach with intelligence.

When I was in high school, the youth orchestra I was a member of ((Bassoon)) performed a benefit concert ((I know we performed Prokofiev’s Romeo and Juliet b/c I recall my bassoon behaved, for once. If you don’t understand why that is a big deal for a bassoonist, then uhm, hit google. Or go take music hum. (er, that’s a columbia term, go take an intro music course.) )) for children with HIV/AIDS ((I think it was for children, I really can’t remember.)). I felt so good performing that day, I hoped that our little concert would help find solutions, foster discussion. I don’t recall much from that day (it was a decade ago), but I remember that I came home with a little gift basket that had a tshirt and a little red ribbon patch. That is all I really remember. This was not discussed much in my high school years and I know my alma mater does things but right now, I can’t recall what. Mea Culpa.

Support World AIDS Day

Also: World AIDS Campaign

While I’m on the soapbox,

World Preemie Awareness Day was on November 14th. Please give all babies their time. While it is true we might still “come out” ok … it’s best for babies to stay inside a bit longer than I and many others did. I am thankful for all of the developments in NICU and if someone wants to kick my butt, maybe I’ll write the little book I’ve been planning to in order to give hope. The difficult part will be not sounding like a complete mean person because I look at what is available today in the hospitals and as testing before, and quite honestly, I’m jealous. I can’t help it. My mum didn’t hold me until 19 days after I was born, my father until I was 7 weeks old. Apparently during one of the first feedings she and I had together (at 6 weeks) i “wee’d” on her. Hah! (at that point I was up to 2lbs 1oz.) She didn’t nurse me until I was 10 weeks old. The hospital let me home when I weighed 4lbs 8oz. The day E was born.

That probably explains why I have such difficulty with parental-figures.

So, I will be making some donations soon in honor of some preemies who are doing great (b’h) and for the health and full-term of some babies who are currently inside their mommies. I want to hear 38-40 week terms. I want to hear healthy babies and families.

Ok. I’m adding some pictures of me to spark some thought and hopefully to encourage someone somehow. Sorry about the poor quality. It’s difficult for mum to let them out of her sight. This was scanned out of the picture frame to a photo copy, then I rescanned it just now! The big thing on my head is an IV. I will always have the scar. As if I needed a reminder.

The following pictures are released under a Creative Commons Sampling 1.0 License and are © Penny Shima Glanz.

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Thanks for listening. Be well now. ((Oh heck, here’s as good a place as any. E was looking in the fridge for something to eat tonight. I commented on how he had some banana strawberry yogurt. He saw the olives. “Oh great! I can put them on top of my yogurt”! he exclaimed. To which I asked, “are you sure you aren’t pregnant?”. He smiled. He had something else for dinner, and for the first time in weeks didn’t put the olives on the table. And no, we aren’t. I’m VERY sure of that fact. Nibi and grad school (for both of us) and a one bedroom flat are enough stresses.))

Save Babies From Premature Birth

Thanks to WW for his two posts yesterday, which somehow sparked my writing this and making those scans.


1) Tonight’s Futurama rerun is the penguin episode. Bender resets as a penguin. Lots of other issues as well. Penguin hunting season bothers me a lot though.

2) A week or two ago I finally donated some yarn to Hood River… well, here’s the result. Why do I feel so incredibly guilty? (see sarah’s entries on it here and here). Sarah — you are awesome — Yvonne — you are amazing — the middle schooler’s of Hood River, OR ? You are very lucky to have such special people living among you. :)

3) E is now a grad student too!!! YAY!!! His program starts sometime in early November. [now he’ll have homework too! mhwuah hah hah]

4) I’m working on drafting all the posts and things I haven’t done otherwise this week.

5) pictures from last night (E is much better a photographer than I)

Dear Daddy

Seventeen years ago tomorrow (the 7th) we had spent a wonderful weekend day at a farm: drinking fresh cider, petting some animals, apple picking, looking at pumpkins. We came home that day and you suddenly felt quite ill. You asked mommy to take me to my friend K’s house. You sat in her light blue rocker in my play room [it’s an enclosed patio essentially] and I hugged you and gave you a hug and kiss and told you I loved you and went off to play with my friend, a bit perplexed as mom was scared about something. Read More about Dear Daddy