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I hear San Geraldo sawing, hammering, screwing, laughing, and grunting as he continues his assault on the piano, which is now lying flat on its back in the living room. He’s removed enough heavy parts that we were actually able to lay it down with no new damage to our backs.
After first treats this morning at around 5, Dudo was fine. A few hours later, he was nowhere to be found. We worry about him because no matter how much he eats, he remains very slender and can easily verge toward skinny. I saw that he had been sick near our bedroom door. We searched and searched and finally found him under the bed. He didn’t want attention. He didn’t want his second round of treats. He finally got up on the bed with me but didn’t cuddle and, when SG returned to bed, Dudo went to sleep. A few hours later he was up and around and even jumped to the top of the cat tree. He was interested in a treat. He didn’t eat a lot but he did eat. He and Moose went back to their usual spots in SG’s office tree and now he’s back in the kitchen finishing off both plates. Maybe he ate something he shouldn’t have. He’s pretty good about not eating things that fall to the floor, but then we find him trying to eat things off the broom bristles. I was stressed to begin with and that has really put me over the edge.
I was supposed to get a call yesterday evening from the public health nephrologist to give me an emergency prescription for one of my special pills (I took the last one this morning). I need enough to hold me over for just 5 days until I see my new private nephrologist, better would be 7 days until my in-person appointment with the public health nephrologist and a paid-for prescription. It turns out I had my ringer turned off and missed about eight calls from a public health number. I noticed my phone setting just before the time she was supposed to actually call. The number can’t receive return calls and she didn’t try again at the appointed time. So, today I’m going to urgent care to get the prescription (I hope). I plan to taxi there and back since that medical centre is a 48-minute walk.
Then there’s the plumber. He tried getting here Wednesday night but he drove around for 20 minutes looking for parking and finally gave up. He texted and said he’d try again. I wrote and told him where a parking garage was and that I’d help him haul his tools from there and back again if needed. I don’t think he’s read my messages. I’m going to phone him today. Another week has gone by.
Ask me how I’m doing? Never mind. Just forget my whining and take a look at some more of my explorations. Those are penitents above and not the Ku Klux Klan. Still, they make me uncomfortable.
Oigo a San Geraldo serrando, martillando, atornillando, riendo y gruñendo mientras continúa su asalto al piano, que ahora está boca arriba en la sala de estar. Ha quitado suficientes piezas pesadas como para que pudiéramos dejarlo en el suelo sin sufrir nuevos daños en la espalda.
Después del primero aperetivo esta mañana alrededor de las 5, Dudo estaba bien. Unas horas más tarde, no lo encontramos por ningún lado. Nos preocupamos por él porque no importa cuánto coma, sigue siendo muy delgado y puede llegar a estar flaco fácilmente. Vi que había estado enfermo cerca de la puerta de nuestro dormitorio. Buscamos y buscamos y finalmente lo encontramos debajo de la cama. No quería atención. No quería su segunda ronda de golosinas. Finalmente se subió a la cama conmigo, pero no se acurrucó y, cuando SG regresó a la cama, Dudo se durmió. Unas horas más tarde estaba de pie y dando vueltas e incluso saltó a la parte superior del árbol para gatos. Estaba interesado en una golosina. No comió mucho, pero comió. Él y Moose regresaron a sus lugares habituales en el árbol de la oficina de SG y ahora está de regreso en la cocina terminando ambos platos. Tal vez comió algo que no debía. Es bastante bueno en no comer cosas que caen al suelo, pero luego lo encontramos tratando de comer cosas de las cerdas de la escoba. Estaba estresado para empezar y eso realmente me ha puesto al límite.
Se suponía que recibiría una llamada ayer por la tarde del nefrólogo de salud pública para darme una receta de emergencia para una de mis pastillas especiales (tomé la última esta mañana). Necesito suficiente para aguantar solo 5 días hasta que vea a mi nuevo nefrólogo privado, mejor sería 7 días hasta mi cita en persona con el nefrólogo de salud pública y una receta paga. Resulta que tenía mi timbre apagado y perdí alrededor de ocho llamadas de un número de salud pública. Noté que mi teléfono estaba configurado justo antes de la hora en que se suponía que debía llamar, pero siempre llaman mucho antes de la hora acordada. El número no puede recibir llamadas y ella no volvió a intentarlo a la hora acordada. Así que hoy voy a urgencias para que me receten la medicina. Pienso ir en taxi y volver esta tarde, ya que el centro médico está a 48 minutos a pie.
Luego está el fontanero. Intentó llegar el miércoles por la noche, pero condujo durante 20 minutos buscando aparcamiento y finalmente se dio por vencido. Me envió un mensaje de texto y dijo que lo intentaría de nuevo. Le escribí y le dije dónde había un aparcamiento y que lo ayudaría a llevar sus herramientas desde allí y de vuelta si fuera necesario. No creo que haya leído mis mensajes. Voy a llamarlo hoy. Ha pasado otra semana.
¿Me preguntas cómo estoy? No importa. Olvídate de mis quejas y echa un vistazo a algunas de mis exploraciones. Esos son penitentes de arriba y no del Ku Klux Klan. Aun así, me hacen sentir incómoda.
• Al otro lado de la calle.
• De camino a la ferretería.
• Frente al Ayuntamiento, la iglesia de San Pablo. A finales del siglo XIII y principios del XIV se construyó un monasterio y la iglesia se terminó en el siglo XV.
• ¿Por qué quiero ser dueño de este lugar y renovarlo de inmediato? Ni siquiera puedo hacer funcionar el inodoro y el lavabo.
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It sounds like a day for a visit to the doc, and long nap.
David:
It was a day for another long week. And that was good.
Moving is VERY stressful as you well know and when things get beyond our control, mostly, they get bigger than they really are. Hang in there.
Cordoba is a beautiful city indeed. I can just see the wonderful things you could do with that place.
Those penitents are frightening; I’ll pass.
I, too, could and would live in any of those old buildings, even if they required renovations.
Sometimes cats nibble the wrong thing and then leave a gift on the floor for you while they hide under a bed; glad to know that Dudo is feeling better.
Bob:
Dudo is great now! Yeah, the penitents. They still bother me. In Sevilla, I would see adult penitents walking hand-in-hand (how sweet) with 4-year-old “penitents.” I found THAT very upsetting.
Courage, my lovely, courage! 😘
wickedhamster:
Thanks. I do find it.
So many things to stress about. Breathe. I think dudo ate a little something and will be fine now that he’s got you all upset. Let’s hope you get the rx okay. I’m in a battle to get one of mine filled and yes, it’s stressful. Arghghgh. This too, like the piano, will pass. Boud.
Boud:
You’re right about Dudo. He’s back to his frisky, adorable, bossy little self. So happy to see you finally got your Rx!
The hoods of Spanish penitents have always creeped me out too. I just cannot help seeing the KKK symbolism,
Has Dudo been diagnosed with kidney insufficiency disease? It’s very common in older cats. HRH had it and I had to feed her special prescription kibble to keep weight loss and skinniness to a minimum.
Debra:
Even after more than 13 years here, the penitents make me uncomfortable. Dudo has not been diagnosed. He has always been skinny though.
they give me the chills too.
Urspo:
Our first year in Sevilla, I walked among them for photos. Wow!
And P.S. — I think that henceforth San Geraldo be referred to as “San Geraldo the Piano Slayer.”
Debra:
Oh, I love the dubbing. Better than Knight of the Woeful Countenance or even his grandpa San Fernando the King.
I must say, Scoot, you certainly have a way with words! That first paragraph took me on an erotic flight of fantasy and then I thudded back to the ground! Here’s hoping you all will be okay with the various issues. Hugs.
Deedles:
Sorry for the thud! Today is another day!
What in the world is San Geraldo going to do for fun after the piano project is finished?
You’re having an episode of “it’s the little things” where everything just adds up to make you crazy. And some of those things are not so little, either. Your prescription, for one. And honestly, a possibly sick cat and a seemingly impossible plumbing repair aren’t either.
I so often find myself googling something after reading your posts. Today it was this: https://www.snopes.com/articles/464594/kkk-hoods-spain-easter-tradition/
There just has to be a connection as far as I can see.
I agree with David Godfrey- doctor visit, then a nap. Maybe with a nice meal in there somewhere. Feel better. Please.
Ms. Moon
Ms. Moonheavysigh:
I agree the KKK have to have been influenced by the penitent garb. Supposedly, the common look of the KKK was directly connected to DW Griffith’s Birth of a Nation. It still chills me. And you’re right, it is all the little things adding up. Things ARE looking up today.
Nothing is ever easy, is it? In the immortal words of my mother, “Everything has to be done at least twice.”
That grand old house looks magnificent but I bet it would be a huge money pit.
And yeah, the penitents are creepy. I don’t think anyone who grew up in the United States could comfortably live with those figures. (Well, except KKK members.)
Steve:
In Sevilla, I saw parent penitents walking hand-in-hand with young children “penitents” (less than 5 years old). That chilled me to the bone. Speaking of twice, I’m on my 5th plumber attempt.
You just know Im in love with St.Pauls Church and all the other architecture.
Those figurines still look like Klansmen too me! I can’t unsee it.lol!
Mistress Borghese:
I can’t unsee it either. And they give me negative vibes, too.
That house covered with pigeon netting looks like a grand old lady in mourning… Jx
PS Sounds like the piano’s soon to meet its demise – so that’s something cheerful to think about, anyhow.
Jon:
Today is the day for the piano. There’s another story there!
Poor Dudo — I hope it was just a little tummy upset! A trip to the vet might be worthwhile anyway just to check out Debra’s suggestion and an x-ray to rule out possible swallowing of a metal screw from the piano disassembly.
I can’t unsee the Klansmen penitents either…. creepy!
Tundra Bunny:
Dudo was quickly back to his old self.
Penitents?? Hell, no. Those are KKK members (decked out for the holidays).
I sure hope Dudo just ate something that briefly disagreed with him.
Kelly:
I’ll never get used to the pentinent robes and hoods, nor even the idea of penitents. At least they’re no longer permitted to self-flagellate as they walk. Dudo is perfect today.
Yeah, that was quite the arresting image to start your blog post.
Oh, that feeling when EVERYTHING goes awry at once. Here’s to getting that medication quickly, and a plumber who will try again. Glad Dudo is acting more normally. Wishing you a big sigh of relief SOON. Olivia
Olivia:
Sorry for all the whining. I laugh and heave relieved sighs regularly. Some progress has been made and Dudo is absolutely fine.
I wonder if the Klan got the idea from the penitents.
Glad Dudo is feeling better. Those cats are so much a part of this blog.
Kirk:
I think the penitents had to be an influence. Apparently DW Griffith and Birth of a Nation had a lot to do with the “popular” look.
I don’t understand if you are renting the flat/appartment why it is up to you to find a plumber and an electrician. Don’t you telephone the rental agency and they do that for you? Or is it different in Spain?
Karen:
It’s not a rental agent, it’s the owner. And we’ve already learned she’s useless.