Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Kosh is gone.

Some posts are very hard to write.  This is going to be one of those.  We had to put Kosh to sleep yesterday.  My dear, sweet old man is gone. And my heart is broken.  I miss him so, so much.  He was 12 years old, which is old for a cat, but I had been hoping for a few more years with my buddy cat.

We got Kosh when he was a baby.  Keith found him while he was working,  abandoned and alone in an empty apartment.  Later that day, Keith showed up at my office with a cardboard cat carrier and this little head popped out when he opened it.  It was love at first sight.


Keith swears he was trying to find another home for the boy, and was just stopping by to say hello.  I know the truth.  He knew I would be unable to resist this little fellow. He was right.

We named him "Kosh" after one of the aliens in Babylon 5.  I was holding him in my lap, and one of the phrases from the show popped into my head:  "We are all Kosh."  So, Kosh he was.  For the longest time, though, we called him "Boy" since he was our only boy kitty at the time.

He had some of the most interesting habits as a baby.  He was all black, except for two white spots on his chest and belly and one little chocolate brown spot that was kind of on his belly and side.  He used to nurse himself on that spot before he went to sleep.  When he got older that place went away, so we always said that he licked the brown right off.

He used to like to crawl up on Keith's chest and take these long kneading walks, with this intent stare.  When he was done with that, he would stop and literally just plop over, trusting that Keith would catch him.  He'd fall asleep like that, and Keith would hold him while he napped.

His appearance did cause some chaos in our social order.  At the time we had two older females, Bennie and Basil.  We had lost sweet, fluffy Brianna several months earlier.  It took some time for the girls to get adjusted to this interloper, but eventually we all gelled into a family unit.

Basil on my lap, baby Kosh beside me and Bennie on a blanket


He was only about four when Basil passed.  She had been the head cat, which was a job that he wanted.  He still had a lot of kitten in him at that point, climbing all over things, getting into stuff, tormenting Bennie from time to time.  About a year later, Chiquito came along and Kosh matured over night.  Having a new kitten in the house really pushed him to grow up.


The night that Basil was put down, he crawled up into bed beside me, just like she used to do.  He pretty much stayed there the rest of his life.  When I was sick last year, he was always right by my side.  We called him my "Doctor Kosh."  He would walk me to the bathroom and lay as close to me as possible and purr to comfort me.

After I came home from surgery

He loved that Sailor Moon blanket
He started acting sluggish over the weekend and stopped eating at all Monday night.  We took him to the vet yesterday and the diagnosis was advanced kidney disease.  Ironically, I was supposed to call this week for an appointment for him to have a six month follow up check up.  The vet said that his levels were so off that there really wasn't any option for treatment.  Even sweet little buddy cats can't get a kidney transplant.  The misery he was already feeling was only going to get worse as the toxins continued to take over his little body.

We held him and loved on him and kissed him and cried over him and made the call that no one wants to make.  I was holding him in my arms as he slipped away.  Now, he's somewhere playing with Basil and Bennie again.

While we're stuck here wondering what to do.

Sweet, sweet Buddy Kosh (2002-2014)

Monday, September 22, 2014

Monday Rambles

First off, lookie here what I done gone and did:


That's my surgical scar in all its glory.
Apparently, the back of my head is a tad misshapen.  Also, misshapen has two "S's" in it.  Who knew?  I also do not know how to do that "S" thing right when there are more than one of them.

Call it a stress reaction or a mid-life crisis or a lark whatever you want, but I got the urge to shave my head last week.  I thought about it for a couple of days, then talked Keith into doing it over the weekend.  It came out better than expected!  I love it!  (We won't talk about how I screwed his up.  At least hair will grow back.)

My hair grows pretty fast, so this won't be too extreme too long.  I do apologize for the semi-nudity.  (Shirltess fat guy alert!)  I trimmed the pic so it wouldn't be too hideous.  I wanted a pic right away when it was done and didn't take the time to find a shirt. 

It is a very interesting sensation when the top of your head feels like sandpaper.  I wanted to go all the way to bare skin, but I don't have the patience to finish this off myself or sit still while someone else does it.  I'm going to add that to the bucket list.

Next time, I'm going to do a school bus yellow mohawk.

With that out of the way, how was the week that just was?

Pretty typical.  Lots of work.  Lots of booth work.  I bought a shark.  Did a little thrifting.  Hit some yard sales.  The usual.  Oh, and I worked.

I spent Friday working at the new booths.  I finally have nearly enough stuff in them that they are looking right.  One more big load there would not hurt.  There are two thrifts near the mall, so I'm going to hit them this weekend and see what I can find.

I'm having a problem finding a sense of balance where the new spaces are concerned.  I'm selling stuff now, but I'm not being very patient.  Now that I have seen what I can get out of a space, I'm kind of wanting/expecting the new spaces to do that too.  Right now.  Two new spaces just can't do what all my long-established spots at the other mall can, no matter how much I want them to.  When I was just starting out with one small booth, I was excited to get the sales I'm having now at the new space.  I need to remember that and stop putting the cart before the horse.

And figure out what my regular work day is going to be over there.  It can't be Friday all the time.  I really need that whole day to tend to the big spaces.  Speaking of the big spaces, it was an interesting sales week over there.  Really big days on Monday (!)  and yesterday.  Good, okay, and so-so days in between.  We're continuing to fight the construction-created appearance that we're closed.  There is supposed to be some signage in the works that will help.  I hope.  I'm moving some furniture again, which is boosting my sales.  It had fallen off a little during the beginning of the month.  I remain optimistic for fall.

Saturday was one of the most flat-out interesting yard sale days I have ever had.  Not just for the finds, mind you.  (Although they were fun.)  Sometimes, you meet the most fascinating people--both good and bad.  It was one of those days, for sure.  I need to finish taking pics of the finds, so you'll get the whole scoop either tomorrow or Wednesday.

In the meantime, here are some previews.  I forgot to get a full Mazda shot again, so this comes after a large item had been removed.




I also bought a small load of yard sale leftovers from my uncle on Friday.  It was the tail end of the stuff from his junking days, so there was some fun stuff there.  That's always good.

This coming Saturday is indoor sale day at the Peddlers Mall where I have the big booths.  Should be a good time and lots of sales.  I'll be doing 20% off.  It's also sidewalk sale day at the comic shop, so I'll be joining the nerd herd one more time.

Good times all around, huh?




Sunday, September 21, 2014

Coming Together!

I am finally starting to get my new booths into something resembling normalcy.  They're finally starting to look like "Eddie Booths."  I still have some more stocking to do and a little more general work before I can give an in depth tour, but I can give you all some previews:

Booth #1



Booth #2


I need more/better shelving for both spaces, to define them better.  I bought a van load from my uncle on Friday night that I am in the process of pricing up so I can get the over there.  Bringing up a foundling booth while not neglecting a thriving one is tricky business!

Look for more to come!

Friday, September 19, 2014

Sometimes....

....You just gotta buy a shark!

Theme Music!

It's made of fiberglass and is pretty hefty.  It was also a helluva deal.  I'm gonna walk away from that?  Not this oddball junker-boy!

No need to worry, however.  I have no intentions of jumping it.

Thursday, September 18, 2014

How I'm feeling right now.



This is my new theme song.

That is all.

PS Old 97's are totally kick-ass.

PS II  Don't worry.  This is just a mood that will pass in a decade or two,

PS III Send brownies.