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Oh Leila!

How wonderful to see Leila up and about again, moving about the place like a listing galleon it's true, but seemingly growing in confidence and agility every hour. I couldn't have dared hope for such an outcome when I found her on the kitchen floor on Tuesday morning. Unfortunately though, now that one problem appears to have been overcome, another has presented itself: Leila, being the highly strung cat that she is, has responded to the stress of the last few days by developing the unrelated (to the ataxia, I mean) condition of urge bladder again. So now she's back on bladder relaxants, and hating me for administering them.

After five years, I've finally found a use for the Private (Just Me)-setting LJ offers: lyrics! When we were in our teens, my sister and I came across Mum's painstakingly transcribed and beautifully embellished songbooks of the 50s, and were inspired to do the same for the songs of the artists of our day that we liked. Monique gave up on the effort pretty quickly as I recall, but I kept it going for years. When I swapped my pen for a typewriter, I did my best to type up all my handwritten transcriptions; but when the typewriter gave way to a computer, I couldn't be bothered to go to all that trouble again. Then the other day, while clearing out the junk room (I had to keep myself busy in the times that Leila was asleep), I came across those hundreds of typed up pages again. And I suddenly thought, why don't I transpose them to my LJ? That way, they'll never get mouldy and I'll know where to look if I ever need to find the words to a song so old I only half-remember them. Although now that I've done a few, I must say it does look weird to see these lyrics that have no bearing on my life whatsoever in among my normal posts when I log in, and I'm not sure whether it was such a good idea to begin with. There's plenty of lyrics sites on the Web; I may just decide to rely on those in future, and throw my own collection away. After all, I didn't miss it all those years I forgot I had it.



( 10 Speak Like A Child — Shout To The Top )
Apr. 18th, 2008 02:36 pm (UTC)
glad to hear that Leila's up and about. although we have 8 stray cats currently lodging and boarding with my family now, i have never really mothered a cat the way you and some of my friends have. i do have kids though and i remember when they were toddlers and would get sick. it's tough specially when they have a hard time communicating where it hurts.

one of the more popular magazines when i was a teen was this music rag which had lyrics and guitar tabs so i never had to go transcribe like crazy the way you and your sister did. however, i did tape a lot of music straight from the radio because cassette tapes and vinyl records were very expensive. i was just telling my son this the other day, and how fortunate their generation is to have so much resources available to them via the Internet.
Apr. 18th, 2008 05:13 pm (UTC)
What a fantastic icon!

My father used to take us back regularly to the farm where he'd found refuge in the period in Dutch history known as the Hunger Winter (1944-45), when my sister and I were small. We called the farmer and his wife grandpa and grandma, although they were not related to us; and we loved these viosits to the farm because there were so many animals to run around and play with: cows and pigs and dogs and cats and rabbits...We used to ask grandpa for a kitten every time we visited (there were always kittens), and every time he'd refuse our request, saying the kitten was needed to grow up and work on the farm, not to be pampered and treated as a human in the city.

Occasionally, my sister and I delight in telling her children the horror stories of our childhood: how there weren't any gameboys and we were forced to make our own toys out of pine cones and the like; how we were only allowed lemonade on a Sunday and had to drink water during the week; and how there were only two channels and the children's programme only aired on Wednesday afternoons from 3-5pm. Honestly, they can't imagine how anyone could have survived such a Spartan upbringing. But of course, back in the day, it was nothing out of the ordinary, which seems extraordinary to them.
Apr. 18th, 2008 11:50 pm (UTC)
i suppose each generation feels that the one after them is "luckier." it's like a genetically-encoded predisposition to give your generation a pat on the back for surviving the harsh times. i remember feeling apathetic when my mother used to go on her "you're so lucky" ramblings, and yet i am pretty much doing the same to my own kids. weird.

i snagged the icon from atomicapples. unfortunately my creativity does not extend to icon making. do you watch Batttlestar Galactica, btw?
Apr. 19th, 2008 07:22 am (UTC)
do you watch Batttlestar Galactica, btw?

No, I don't...I saw one or two episodes but couldn't forget the original series with Lorne Green and Dirk Benedict that I loved to watch in the late 70s/early 80s, was it? so I gave up on it pretty quickly. There's too many channels and programmes to watch these days anyway, and frankly, I'd rather read a book in the evenings.
Apr. 18th, 2008 04:49 pm (UTC)
It's good to hear that Leila is on the mend. And I hope she's not too grumpy with you for giving her medicine.
Apr. 18th, 2008 05:15 pm (UTC)
Leila, bless her heart, has a very short memory. She may hate me in the morning, but she loves me again in the afternoon. Too bad I have to give her her medicine twice daily...
Apr. 18th, 2008 06:06 pm (UTC)

so good to hear that the kitty is on the mend

And that's a good way of using LJ too
Apr. 19th, 2008 07:11 am (UTC)
I'm amazed at her resilience -- 3 days ago, she looked to be at death's door; now, she's pretty much the same as she always was, just a little bit clumsier. And I expect that clumsiness will go in the next day or so.
Apr. 18th, 2008 06:40 pm (UTC)
Great idea, re: the lyrics. And yay Leila!
Apr. 19th, 2008 07:08 am (UTC)
She was back in her usual spot this morning, on the pillow next to me, purring like crazy. I know she's going to be alright now!
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