All the cats were fine, as always, after the Sanlúcar Getaway. Two nights max is the longest I will ever leave them on their own. But although well-fed and watered, and with an extra sand box and all that… this is what they missed the most. And me too.
It isn’t that all the cats here don’t get along – they (mostly) do. But Loki is such a big glomping galoot and sometimes he plays rough (clamping his massive jaws around Morcilla’s tiny neck, for example). But these two are pretty much evenly matched and I love watching them chase each other around until they get tired out and then curl up together for a cosy snooze. Here they are clearly planning some mischief…
It’s not easy to find beauty in an oncology waiting room, but I have always loved these ripply floor to ceiling windows. This visit wasn’t as scary as other times, since I already knew the results of the last PET scan, so it was mostly to check new blood work and arrange the next scan.
I have such mixed feelings whenever I go to the hospital. Part of me hates it, another part feels so grateful because they saved my life, and yet another part just hopes I will never ever need to sit in the other section of the oncology waiting room, waiting for treatment. This time I got to walk home and enjoy every breath.
Taken in March 2010… Loki was just a few months old (can you see his green eyes, Deb?) and Azar had finally decided that this stripy orange munchkin was his new pal. You know, I look at Azar in this pic, and his little bendy paw, and I can almost feel him, which makes me ache inside, and wish I could hold him again. Then I look at Loki… and cannot believe he was ever that small! Lovely boys, both of them.
Looks like the landlady is NOT EVER going to fix the central heating, so it’s now up to several space heaters and these guys. Still do not comprehend how this is to her benefit because, if I leave tomorrow, she’ll have to repair the whole central unit and much more. And she may end up with someone who doesn’t maintain the apartment as well as I do, who doesn’t pay on time, etc etc. Anyhow, for now we are all cosy.
So… the landlady and the técnicos showed up yesterday morning and the solution for fixing one problem with the split heater wouldn’t have actually resulted in having ACTUAL HEAT in the living room, so they left without doing anything. One was the same guy who installed the machine, and who had told me at the time it wasn’t strong enough – a nice guy. I felt bad they’d showed up for nothing, and he kept giving me meaningful looks while the landlady ranted on and on. So I think he felt bad for me too.
Basically, negotiations have broken down and I am still left without heat since the central machine broke down a couple of weeks ago and apparently that’s not going to be fixed because, as the landlady says “I already paid for the split that you wanted last summer!“. The main problem is that I have a fast-talking landlady who is constantly whinging about ALL THE MONEY she has had to spend on various repairs and maintenance since I moved in six years ago. I don’t get it. Not only is this her responsibility as a landlady, but they honestly can’t be hurting for money. AND I maintain the apartment impeccably. WTF?
Why is it that so many landlords treat their tenants as though they are doing them a huge favour by letting them live in their “beautiful house”? Also, I am at a bit of a disadvantage because, even though I’m pretty fluent in Spanish, the landlady (a lawyer) tends to run rings around me with her fast talk, constantly changing the facts and leaving me spinning, trying to defend myself against something I never said or agreed to.
Anyhow, here’s a photo of the girls all cosy on the extra duvet I’m now “wearing” when I sit in the living room, in front of the electric radiator. The rest of the rooms are like ice boxes. Roll on spring…
Since the central heating died we’ve been keeping warm here at Casa Az as best we can. I’ve fired up the ol’ oil-filled electric radiator and turned on the “toaster” electric heater, which almost keep the living room bearable (about 19º). I’ve also taken to covering myself with a small duvet for extra warmth when watching TV. As you can see, the cats also like the duvet option and I have to admit that having cats draped over me from belly to knees is indeed very cosy.
Leaving tomorrow for my final Birthday Month getaway, this time to Cádiz. Hoping that by the time we get back the landlady will have worked out a solution to the heating issue. Back to thinking that moving might not be a bad idea after all…
30 years ago today… I was 30! Found these pics today of my 30th birthday party in Toronto, with my brothers Steve and Joe. If anyone had told me then I’d end up being the Queen of Tapas in Sevilla I’d never have believed them. I still can’t believe I’m 60 years old! What??
Time to open some cava…