Monthly Archives: September 2007

This is Gonna be Hellish!

This is Gonna be Hellish!

Last night, after dropping Audrey off for band, I went to three pet stores in search of an electronic dog door. We had decided that two cats disappearing was more than enough, and this seemed to be the way to let Judy do her business while keeping the cats inside.

I met a friend who volunteers for an animal group, and told her I wanted to join. She had told me of her misgivings about the group I’d contacted before, and asked me if I had given them my address. I told her no, just my street. Her concern about the other organization was that they trapped animals and brought them to the shelter for euthanization. It hit me like a ton of bricks that Rhonda and Dave might not have been trapped by a neighbor, but by this person after I’d told her what neighborhood I was in. After this, after seeing all the cats in the store, after the frustration of finding no electronic doors in all my driving and shopping, I came home and finally cried about the cats.

I’ve been keeping it in, not wanting to make the girls any more upset than they are, but it finally had to come out, and I feel much better now. Guilty, Angry, Frustrated, but not bursting with repressed grief.

So I spent a lot of time searching for electronic doors. One determining factor was how well it would fit into the existing opening, and this was a bigger problem than I expected. Even the company that made the door we have doesn’t make an electronic one that comes close to fitting. The only door that would work cost $450. O.M.G. . . I began checking other options – electronic fences for the cats (the collars for three cats brings the cost up close to the dog door price) barriers (impractical because of the placement of the current door), and finally we came to the conclusion that we’re going to have to keep the cats indoors. This means manually letting Judy in and out when we’re home, and closing the cats in a room with food, water, and litter when we’re not.

This isn’t going over well with Toby and Calvin, both of whom made rushes for the front door a couple of times already. Calvin has been meowing at the dog door quite a bit, and it’s only 9:30AM. It has to be done, though. It’s one thing to let a cat out and take your chances that it’ll get hurt or killed. It’s another to send it out knowing someone is out there waiting for it. They don’t know that, and they’ll do their best to make me let them out, but they have to face the fact that they are now indoor cats.

Math and Music

Math and Music

I should be sanding. I should be exercising. Heck, I should be dressed! I really am going to get my day started, but I had to share this with you.

You know how “experts” are telling new parents how music improves their babies’ math skills? Well, this might just be proof that it works. Enjoy!

Driving, in New Jersey, on Friday (especially).

Driving, in New Jersey, on Friday (especially).

Highway fatality rates in Monmouth and Ocean Counties are the highest in all of NJ. That’s because more people are driving to shore destinations, crowding the roads and perhaps just unfamiliar enough with the territory that they make stupid mistakes. They’re also driving less carefully because, dammit, they’re on vacation! Woohoo! While people might complain about the elderly drivers, and they are pretty awful down here, accidents involving or caused by young people are more numerous, and represent a larger percentage of that age group of drivers (i.e., more young people per 100 total young drivers are in accidents than old people per 100 old people. You knew that, I’m sure, but I just wanted to be clear.) You really see this on a Friday, Southbound on the Parkway. Sports cars driven by young men, and especially when they also carry similar-aged passengers, have little patience for the crowds and low speed, and do a lot of improper passing – across multiple lanes, on the shoulder, on the right, too close to the other vehicles – and I try to give them a wide berth. Easier said than done, of course. Older drivers, and again I see this almost always with men, and especially men driving business trucks or vans, seem to be highly likely to assume that no other vehicles could possibly be in the physical space that they want to move into, so they will change lanes regardless of whether it is safe to do so or not. The few who use their turn signals when they do this seem to think that putting on their signals compels other drivers to make room for them. Don’t bother honking, because they’ll ignore you or flip you the bird. Sometimes they’ll teach you a lesson by slowing down and boxing you in, if they can.

If you are used to NJ highway driving, you’ll be profiling these drivers in your head in order to keep yourself safer. An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure, dontchaknow. Yesterday, though, the biggest threat was the four Harley riders from New York. You think you’re paying attention pretty well, and then these guys cut in and out of lanes, zipping along the lines that divide the lanes between you and the neighboring car with only inches to spare. Lanes are for suckers, signals are for wusses, and bumper to bumper traffic is a game to see if you can pass cars in the split second between the time the car in front of them moves and they put their foot on the gas. You can’t anticipate what they’re going to do, because they’re winging it, and you can’t keep out of their way because they might end up stuck, behind you again, and zip around you without warning and in a way that jeopardizes your safety. We get lots and lots of motorcycle accidents around here, because a lot of motorcyclists who ride like this enjoy coming to the beach. This summer, there were three fatalities in four days, and rarely does a whole week go by without one motorcycle vs. car in the papers. Someone always comments in the article, or writes a letter to the editor, that motorists need to be more conscious of cyclists and take care to treat them just like any other vehicle on the road. And yet. . .most of the reports involve accidents that were the fault of the motorcyclist. Hmmm. Occasionally, you’ll see a mention about motorcycle safety, but most of the time in real life, you can’t treat a motorcycle just like any other vehicle because the riders don’t drive the way other vehicles are required to. I do see riders who ride safely and courteously, but they seem to be the exception.

So, it was nerve-wracking, but I survived. It is, however, something to be avoided if at all possible, this Friday driving thing.