Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Okay my London readers, and I know there are quite a few of you...did you feel that quake? I just read on the news that you got quite a sizable shaker but I didn't read where the epicenter was. Last I read it was a 4.7.

On Thursday went to see a band called Woven with Shannon at the Troubadour. Excellent. I'd heard them and have some of their music on my iPod, but they are fantastic live. It was raining hard, which added to the mood. It was a fun night with fun energy. Last weekend, we went to the 4100 bar in Silverlake. Awesome place. Great vibe, cool people and nice people. Bohemian is the word that comes to mind, but there were all types there. I ended up using the men's room because there was a long line for the women's, tag-teaming with another girl who held the broken-latched door for me in exchange for me doing the same. It was a deal I brokered, and she was in. She begged me not to leave her, and as men peed without reservation I told her that I wouldn't. I didn't, and we had a few laughs over it. As we washed our hands, I told her if a man did this to us, we'd have a hissy fit. On the way out, a man protested a little and the girl gave him a kiss on the cheek. That silenced his protests.

On all nights of President's Day, save for Sunday, I went out. I didn't get the writing that I wanted to do done, nor did I find a chest of drawers but it was all good. I found the drawers this weekend after resigning to buy a set from Crate and Barrel, only to drive to the one in Beverly Hills and decide against it when I saw how shallow the drawers were. It was paparazzi central in BH. Dog the Bounty Hunter was in one store, whom I saw right away, and Tom Arnold was in a restaurant next to the store. Some girl named Whitney from a show called..."The Hills??" was coming out of another store and the paps chased her as she walked past me. I didn't recognize her. What a freaking weird profession to be a paparazzi. They were just swarming and dodging civilians like me to get their shot. It was a cold dreary day and I was glad to be anonymously shopping for my drawers. That so didn't come out right.

Anyway.

Turns out a last minute search in a store that had a hodgepodge of Mexican furniture would be my saving grace. I saw it while stopped at a light in Studio City and drove in on a whim, passing a woman with an enormous afro to park. I smiled, she smiled and I went into the shop. The man who owned it looked like he worked more in an auto shop than a furniture shop, and my hopes were low upon entering. However, when I asked him if he had a chest of drawers, he did. And, one that would work perfectly. He is even going to stain it the color of my choice and let me choose the hardware that I wanted on it for a fantastic price. I get it delivered this week. I'm very excited. The shop was a totally cool place with a ton of unique stuff. I can't remember the name but will post it when I do.

More later, the melatonin is kicking in.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

I chose to sleep during the first day of my three day weekend. I got up at 10:30, then remembered all those times during work that I wished I could just open a window, let the warm wind blow in and be in my bed. Since the weekend is three days long, I decided to go for it. I cranked open the window, crawled into bed and let the warm wind caress my face. The cats immediately joined me, and it was just perfect. An actual lazy day where I took the opportunity to laze. I woke early afternoon, then went to several antique shops to look for a dresser. I didn't find anything that would fit the space of 37 inches that I either liked or was in my price range. I'm shooting for cheap, which I know can be done, but it will just take a bunch of plowing through lesser known shops. There are some real gems in the least likely of places. Apparently there's a huge fair in Long Beach tomorrow, but I'm not sure if I'm going to make it. There are a lot of stores I want to hit here.

This is the chest of drawers that I really want. However, it's too wide and for this apartment, too expensive. I have enough high-end furniture and wonderful antiques that dress the place up, but I'm not into adding more right now. I'm looking for functional, but nice enough. There are tons available, it's just finding them. Craigslist has produced nothing. Guess I'll have to look at eBay for my online perusals. I have the Restoration Hardware sleigh bed that I bought at the store, and that dominates my bedroom. I also have my beautiful Victorian vanity that I bought off eBay from a wonderful seller.

I've been lazy with the blog because so much has been happening that I can't keep up with posting it all. I'm going to have to think of a new posting cadence, if you will...to deal with it.

Scout has her lampshade off a week or so ago and is really happy now. She's so cute, walking around the apartment with her bum and back leg shaved on one side. Cracks me up. She's a tortie so her skin is the same color as her fur, patchwork colors, but more muted.

I'm going out in an hour, so have to get myself in gear. Like I've said before, my social life has improved leaps and bounds since leaving Baltimore.

Was in my coffee shop and Turtle from Entourage walked in. I was writing on my laptop, and I looked up, thinking that I knew him from a previous job or something. Then I realized it was Turtle and went back to writing. He looks exactly the same as he does in the show.

Okay, time to primp. Tomorrow the search for the chest of drawers continues. If anyone in Los Angles knows of places I should look, email me.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

My cat Scout had a little incident the other night.

My brave little flower face

Last week, about 10:30 PM, I noticed she was licking her back leg a lot in the way that cats do so elegantly. One leg up, head between legs, usually when company is over. So, I picked her up and looked at her backside. I didn't see anything at first, then noticed a very red angry area near her...well, you know. I took her and looked at her under better light, and was horrified when I saw the extent of it.

X-Files.

It was a gaping wound with considerable hair loss around it that revealed pink and red agitated skin. I looked up an emergency vet online, called them and explained the injury. They told me to bring her in, and in the pouring rain, Scout in her carrier, we drove to the emergency vet in Studio City. It was pouring torrents of rain, and being a Saturday night on Ventura Blvd., I couldn't find a place to park. I pulled into a parking lot behind a Thai restaurant that was next door to the Hospital. They had their back door open and I approached it, and asked if it was also the parking lot for the Animal Hospital. The woman must have seen the worry on my face, because she said that it wasn't, but I that could park in their lot no problem. I thanked her and ran back to my car to get Scout.

The Hospital was actually a couple doors down than where I thought, so I walked in the rain, careful not to jostle Scout and found the place. They buzzed me in and I explained everything and filled out paperwork as they took Scout in the back to be examined. They were incredibly sweet to me and to Scout.

A few minutes later, the front staff came out to tell me that she had a ruptured anal gland, yes, I know...gross, and that it wasn't life threatening. Apparently this happens in cats and dogs and is quite common. They showed me to an examination room and the nice front desk attendant showed me how to work the television remote and also pointed me to their cappuccino maker that with the press of a button, made an assortment of espresso drinks. This was one swank place, designed for the comfort of both the animals and their owners. Flat screen TV's on the walls in the lobby and the examination rooms. They have pictures of the place here.

I watched TV, the last bit of a 48 Hours Mystery, when the vet walked in. She told me the options for Scout and examined her further. We agreed on a treatment and I signed the paperwork to allow them to perform the minor surgery that she would need to repair her leg.

That included the costs, which turned out to be $700.00.

I came to the vet knowing it would cost a lot, whatever it was and was completely prepared to pay to ensure that she get the best care possible. I love my cats so much and Scout has been with me since around 1997. She's a sweet little lady and we've been through a lot together. The thought that she'd have anything life threatening as I drove to the vet were thoughts and a reality that I wasn't prepared to face. Thank God, for now I don't have to.

She stayed overnight at the vet and I picked her up the next day, bandaged with the lamp shade that you see in the picture. She's been a total trooper and yes, I've had a few laughs at her expense in her attempts to navigate around the house with the cone on. I give her medicine twice a day, and clean the wound and apply medicine to that. The gland is actually on the back of the leg, just below the exit, if you know what I mean. She's already been back once to have a drain removed and they told me that she was healing just fine. I've been so impressed with her spirit during all of this. And she looks so darn cute in that collar even though I know she must hate it. I'll have one last visit to get Scout's stitches removed in a few days.

Lastly, I'd like to give a shout out to the Animal Emergency Centre in Studio City. I was incredibly impressed with their professionalism, candor, compassion, facilities and the way they treated Scout.