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Life without my KeeKee

Greetings, readers. I’ve been struggling very much to cope with the loss of my cat, Keekee. This Friday, it will be only two weeks since she’s been gone. It feels like much longer though. There are many tough times, but I think the toughest is when I come home from work or from doing errands. I open the apartment door and expect to see Keekee run to greet me. That will never happen again.

It’s funny how in 12 years there are so many habits that a pet owner and their pets can form. My cat and I had what I called our breakfast routine, our time for dinner and our time to “go sleepies.” Every night when it’s time to turn out the lights I’ve caught myself a couple of times wanting to begin the evening routine, but stopped myself, thinking just how crazy it is for me to talk to myself. Yes, it is very difficult for me.

You always think you have tons of time with your pet, but you never know. I found that out the hard way. What I thought was a tooth problem turned out to be cancer of the tongue. She had no chance to win that battle. She was born on approximately January 25, 2006 and she passed over the rainbow bridge on January 19, 2018.

This blog entry is not going to be that much longer, dear readers. It is still very painful for me to talk about her. I’m sure that every day will get better and better and I do plan on adopting another support animal in April or May. My biggest concern is that I will use the same phrases that became such a part of Keekee and my daily routine. It took Keekers just two days to learn the phrase,’ dinner’. Cats are extremely smart and I don’t think it will take my next furry buddy long to learn all those fun phrases and routines I come up with.
I am looking for a cat which has already been litter trained, approximately one-year-old or less and short-haired or hypoallergenic. That would be my best fit. I’ve already looked on Paws.com, and found a couple of cute choices. But it’s too early. I have starred the website so that I can easily find it again when the time is right.

I used my voice recognition program to write this blog entry today, then edited it with Rebecca when she got to work. A funny thing came up because of that. I spell KeeKee with a capital K in the middle. Rebecca has not been doing that for entire history of this blog; she has spelled it Keekee, and I let it go. Today, I spelled it with two capital Ks, and that is how it is spelled in the title. We changed the spelling to Rebecca’s version in the body of the post to stay consistent with previous entries.

As for tomorrow, I’m not certain whether Rebecca and I will be getting together or not, though one of us will do a blog entry. I either have to pick up Keekee’s remains this afternoon or tomorrow morning. Yes readers, I did have her cremated and am going to bring her home. She will sit next to my parent’s two poodles and my other cat from long ago, Peaches.

Until very soon … possibly tomorrow, take care, have a great day, and, as always, happy reading.

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Darn it, I broke my Bear Spring Camps mug

Greetings, readers. For those of you that don’t know, I go on vacation every August to a place called Bear Spring Camps in central Maine. In the office, the owner sells a few souvenirs, shirts, and hats. For the last two years I have purchased for myself a Bear Spring Camps coffee mug. The first one came home with me and got cracked in transit. I didn’t even get to use it once. Last year I bought an identical replacement and happily used it until the morning of my birthday just a few days ago. I knocked my cup of coffee off the table and I heard a clink. I knew the handle had broken off. Unfortunately I was correct. I’m 0-2 with BSC coffee mugs.

Shortly I’m going to contact Peg Churchill at camp to see if they are still selling them this year. If they are, I am going to ask her to hold one for me and I will try once again to make it last more than a year.

I’m not usually a klutz. Maybe the Bear Spring Camps cups are jinxed. I don’t really believe in such things, but you never know. I don’t think I would be quite as upset as I was if it hadn’t happened on my birthday.

The rest of my birthday was flawless. I did exactly what I wanted to do and heard from all my Facebook friends. As I replied on FB, I was feeling the love. For dinner, I cooked myself a mac ‘n cheese and had some ice cream.

Now here is something you don’t know about me. For me cooking is burning water and I nuke everything. I just decided last week that I was going to get a chicken pot pie and use my oven for the first time in almost 10 years. Many of you will have to read this sentence twice – like I said, I don’t cook. Besides burning a finger a little bit, everything turned out perfectly. And it is true what they say, food cooked in an oven tastes better than food cooked in a microwave.

Do I have any reflections on turning the big 5-0? Actually I was a little melancholy that day. There are more days behind me than are in front of me. But if I worry about that, my hair will just turn grayer. I have decided to live every day to the fullest, deal with what life throws my way, and enjoy it as much as I can. A friend of mine once told me – and he was correct – that life is too short for bullshit. In other words, don’t worry about what you can’t fix.

Well, kitty cat Keekee is hungry, so I’m off to feed her, then Rebecca and I will edit this post and publish it. Until Friday, take care, enjoy your day, and happy reading.

I plan to read and edit Four’s a Crowd today

Greetings, readers. The other day I was inspired by Rebecca’s husband Darren. As a lot of you may know, Darren is turning my play Kimberly into a novel. The third draft of Four’s a Crowd is finished. We were looking for readers, with what we call fresh eyes. That way they can pick up on any flaws in logic. So far no luck with readers.

I have decided to take on this section of the project to critique and edit it. Admittedly, I probably know the story too well, but I will try my darndest to stay objective and keep a close eye out for anything that needs correcting.

I don’t have goals very often but I have one now. The goal is to have the thirteen-chapter book read and critiqued twice by August 5th. I leave for Maine a day or two after that. While I’m gone, the project will be turned back over to Darren to make corrections and we will call that the final draft.

The step after that will be to communicate with lawyers, draw up contracts, and then find an agent. I’ve decided that this book is too good to be self-published and sit on shelves because we don’t know how to market it. Between now and August, Rebecca and I will look at a possible list of agents. We will have to have a query letter and also a sample of the finished work ready to send to the agents.

If this book is as good as I think it is, we may be sitting on the launching pad. I don’t think it is going to hit Oprah’s top ten list, but I see it selling much better than my first three books did, which were self-published. Darren’s worked hard on this project, as I did years ago. I’m hoping that Four’s a Crowd will at least get us on the map.

On to other things, my kitty-cat Keekee is looking me right in the face meowing for her dinner. Before editing, I’ll probably give in and give her what she wants. I am pleased to say she got a clean bill of health yesterday at the vet’s office.

Tonight I have very simple plans; reading, reading and more reading. Even though my eyes become strained quickly, I want to finish at least through chapter five tonight. I began using a color coded system in my editing process but that slowed me down tremendously. I think I will grab a tablet, have that next to me, and make my notes there rather than constantly changing font colors. To me the use of that time was counterproductive and I could have gotten more done.

On a whoo-hoot note, I signed my letter of intent to stay here at Arnold Addison Court apartments for another year. Yes, it is small and yes the Penn State crowd can get loud sometimes, but in the end I really like my place. I have no immediate plans to leave. If I’ve counted correctly, I’ll be starting my tenth year here come October. How time flies.

It’s time to get onto other work so I will wrap up with my usual ending, bidding you a good day, do take care, and as always, happy reading.

(For my Facebook friend) In the blink of an eye

Greetings, readers. I’m going to have to be careful with today’s blog entry for it deals with a friend of mine, who was a caregiver for my late Godmother. My friend suffered a great tragedy; a devastating house fire and the loss of everything she held dear. Part of her loss was her four beloved dogs. Since hearing about this, I have been greatly affected.

When I read on Facebook about my friend’s loss, I couldn’t help but wonder how I would feel if that happened to me. My apartment has so many sprinklers in it that any fire would be quickly extinguished, but still if anything were to happen to my dear kitty cat Keekee I know I would be destroyed. I’ve found myself unplugging  and turning things off before I leave my apartment and making certain that nothing could catch fire. As the days have gone by, this compulsion has become a little bit less, though I am still keenly aware of it.

After I read over my friend’s Facebook posts, I typed her a private message with the usual, “If there is anything I can do, please call.” Even though my intentions are good, it seems to me to be a lame statement. How could I possibly fix anything for her? I’m not a carpenter, I can’t build her a new house, and I don’t have the money to buy her a new puppy. Actually, I think she would be offended if I did.

I’ve read the comments that people have left for her and I’m seeing tons of love and support from everybody. I’m hoping that makes her long journey back a little shorter and a little easier. To you my friend, and you know who you are, my heart goes out to you. Get a hold of me for anything you need day or night. My Godmother knew three of the dogs lost, and I know in my heart that she is caring for them right now in Heaven.

Yes, readers, your life can change in the blink of an eye. I’m sure a lot of us don’t think about that every day. In time the wounds and scars on my friend with heal and I will become less sensitive to my current anxieties.

Next week, look forward to a top ten list and possibly a From Rebecca post. Until then, have a good weekend, stay out of the snow, take care, and happy reading.

Can’t believe it’s almost time to go to Maine again

Greetings, readers. This will be a short one folks, because time got away from us. One week from tomorrow, I will be leaving for my annual trek to Bear Spring Camps in central Maine. It seems like it was just Christmas and now it is summer vacation. Am I ready to go? Mentally yes. Do I have all things packed away and ready? No. Far from it. I have laundry to do, supplies to purchase, a rental car to get; the list goes on and on. My mother was always so good at making the last-minute trip preparations; I am still a work in progress. Each summer I seem to do one thing better than the year before.

I’ve begun a list of things to take and number one on that list is Mom’s beloved binoculars. Will camp be ruined if I forget them? No. But sometimes they do come in handy. Other things that are going to go on that list: a flashlight with batteries, my radio, a box of CDs to play in the rental car, and at least one hoodie for those cooler evenings.

Kitty-cat Keekee has already begun to mope. Somehow, I think she knows that I am leaving. Her yearly shedding has begun early. But I know that she will be in good hands as Rebecca will take care of her. I’ll be at camp from August 2nd until the 9th, returning home on the 10th. Then it is back to work for us that coming Wednesday. It is such a short break but for me it is needed; I just get this craving to get out of town at least once a year. This coming May I will also be away for a week as my best friend David’s younger daughter graduates college.

On Friday, the already-written 300th blog post will go up. Rebecca and I think it is a good one. Until then, stay cool – we’re having a heat wave – take care, and happy reading.

KeeKee’s birthday

Greetings, readers. I am on my own today because Rebecca is a tad under the weather. Best wishes to her. Get well soon! 🙂

On to the topic. My cat is now eight years old; technically a ‘senior cat’ as described by my vet. When I got KeeKee, she was less than one year. I don’t know her birthday, but her former owner said it was around mid-March. So, I decided years ago that March 15th would be it. That’s tomorrow.

I can’t believe I’ve had her that long. It seems just like yesterday. She was a wee bundle of fuzz. Now, she’s a middle-aged cat. I’d say about 56ish…, if you believe the animal-to-human conversion equation. How time flies! I always thought I’d be allergic to cats, but now I don’t know what I’ll do without her when she’s gone. And yes…, she is just like a kid. She’s a family member.

Well, in less than an hour I’ve got an appointment to go to. So, this short blog entry must now be spell checked etc.

Until next week, take care, enjoy your weekend and happy reading.

Hope everyone had a happy 4th of July

Greetings, readers. Very sorry that there was not a new blog post yesterday as I’m sure most of you expected. Rebecca and I decided to keep the office closed for the holiday. While that was nice, that just means a lot more work for today and tomorrow. We’re making plans for our summer-fall project, and I think once the engines get going it should take off rather quickly.

On to another front, I was able to view the fireworks last night from my top floor apartment window, as usual. Kitty cat Keekee and I enjoyed the show. This year she was not quite as fascinated by them as in years past. At one point, however, she saw a big moth, or something of the like, flutter across the window and tried to jump out after it. Thank goodness for double-paned glass. The fireworks display ran for approximately 45 minutes. I read once that State College, Pennsylvania, at one point, had the third best show on the east coast. Whether that is still true or not, it was most enjoyable to me and I gave it two thumbs up.

Today, Rebecca and I have to find a couple of people in my building who have shown interest in purchasing my latest book. Also, this week, I want to lay the ground work for the first in what will hopefully be a series of ten children’s books.

We should be able to put up a new blog post tomorrow, but if not, I shall try to post one before next Wednesday. Again, hope everyone had a great Independence Day. Take care and happy reading.

Spring cleaning has begun

Greetings, readers. As mentioned several weeks ago, the task of spring cleaning was soon to be at hand. Well, that hand has grabbed me and said it’s time. So today, I got out my lightweight shirts and pajamas and have begun the first of many loads of laundry.

Here’s a little information about me on a personal level. I’m a bachelor and live in an apartment that has two small rooms. If I have mentioned this before, please bear with me for it bears repeating. My family owned a big house and with parents gone and house sold, naturally I wanted to keep as many belongings as I could. Well, I kept too much. Now, things have to be sorted through and either gotten rid of, donated to my apartment building’s community room swap table, or have a new home in my apartment found for them.

Also, kitty cat Keekee is shedding tremendously, as her spring coat comes in. This means that extra vacuuming and dusting has to be done. Somehow there is hair where I don’t think hair should be, such as on my jackets, which are hanging on my coat tree by the window. Readers, does anybody have a suggestion for me how to efficiently get cat hair off things? I have tried products such as sticky-tape lint rollers, which are full in three seconds; non-sticky lint brushes, which don’t do a thing; and rolled up tape, which just seems to pull at the fabric. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

On the subject of Keekee, my friend Rebecca and I have finally figuree out how to get pictures from my cell phone camera to my computer. So, cross your fingers. Here she is:

Lastly, YAY, it’s baseball season! Even though I was unable to watch the first game of the year yesterday, I did see in today’s paper that the newly named Miami Marlins lost their first game in their brand new stadium. If Marlins Park looks anything like it is portrayed on MLB 12 The Show, OMG.

I hope to have one more new blog post before the end of our work week. So until soon, enjoy and take care. Keekee says hi.

It’s a Murphy’s Law type of day

It’s funny how life presents you with blog post ideas. Two hours ago, I had no idea what I was going to blog about today, then my day began to go wrong. A problem at the pharmacy, a big problem at the bank, and an unexpected phone call from a friend needing touchy advice. Well, I spoke to my friend and gave that person as much wisdom as I could. Moments ago, I received a phone call from someone letting me know that my banking dilemma has been straightened out. Once I get back to the pharmacy, all will be right with the world again.

Actually, I’ve had a couple of Murphy’s Law nights lately. As some of you may already know, I’m an insomniac. Last night I actually got five-and-a-half hours and that sufficed. The previous two nights, however, I played many games of MLB11 The Show on my PS3, after I flipped and flopped for several hours.

My trusty writing assistant, Rebecca, who is typing this blog as I dictate, is actually assisting me in editing on the fly. Usually, I dictate a blog entry and then edit and spellcheck later … but since I have to get back to the bank … time is short and every second counts. Yes, readers, Rebecca is invaluable. I never could have gotten my first book done as quickly or as well without her. {Aw, shucks, Boss. I’m blushing. Thanks.}

Oh! For those interested in Keekee, my kitty cat, all of her mouth stitches are gone now and she’s adjusting to soft food. Yes, she still has teeth, just six fewer. Rebecca and I are going to figure out real soon, probably with the help of a one-time digital camera or a good cell phone camera, how to get a picture of Keekee up on my blog page for all to see.

I have also not forgotten about the blog entry about my father. It has proven a bit more challenging than I had anticipated. I am sure once it’s done, however, it will be a shining memorial to Dr. Joseph J. Kockelmans, my Pop.

Until very soon, have a great weekend. : )

Keekee’s ordeal

Hi everyone. I just thought I’d write a post to you today about Keekee’s ordeal from Monday the 6th. My poor little kitten had four teeth that needed removed, so on the public bus system we went bright and early at 8:30. We arrived at the vet’s office by 9 as scheduled, Keekee was weighed in at a little over 13 pounds in her carrier, and then it was time for us to sit and wait for our turn.

It has always been my habit to put a towel over her carrier when I take her there just in case there is a big dog that might scare her. After about ten minutes, the vet tech came out and took us to the examination room.

Keekee obviously didn’t want to come out of her carrier but she was tempted with a treat. After a quick once-over, the technician explained what was going to happen and when I could expect to get a call from them. She said if you don’t hear from us by 3:00, call us.

Well folks, 3:00 came and went without a call. So I got on the horn at 3:30 and was told that she was just about to go in. Dental surgeries are scheduled last in the day. I thought to myself after I hung up, why did we have to be there at 9 in the morning? Oh, well. I was asked to call back around 5 or 5:30, which I did.  I was told that she was just coming out of surgery but might need some extra time to wake up fully. A friend drove me out to the vet to pick up Keekee. Unfortunately, the poor girl took longer to come out of her anesthesia than expected. So we had to wait. Luckily a Denny’s restaurant was just across the street. My friend and I took the opportunity for a coffee and a snack.

When I finally got my cat home, she stumbled out of the cat carrier woozy from the anesthesia and plopped herself down on the floor, not really wanting to move. After only a couple of hours though, she seemed to snap out of it and regain her balance. Much to my surprise, she was actually hungry for some soft food.

It has been well-documented that some people, especially those without children, think of their pets as their kids. I, a 46-year-old single man, am one of those people. For those of you that like the stories about my kitty-cat, I invite you to leave comments or questions, to which I will respond. As always, have a great day and watch for more blog posts very soon.