A funeral song?

Little Sibella the rat died. I don’t know why. She started labored breathing then was dead within 2 hours. Mau had just left for work when I noticed. I called Sky down to check out the situation. He confirmed she was “hard as a rock”. I cannot touch dead things so I sort of played poor Sky into it by using statements like “we gotta stick together” and “You’re a boy so…”. He reluctantly got the kitchen gloves, reached in the cage and pulled her out. We put her into a box, wrote on it and put it in the freezer. Sky tried to get her tail to wrap around her body but of course that wasn’t happening so I explained all I could about rigor mortis and that we could wiki it later. He wanted to do the burial right then but I said we’d wait for dad, even though burying things in your yard seems more fitting under the cover of darkness. I wanted to keep it on the down low from the neighbor kids but as Mau was digging the hole, I looked behind me and every boy on our street was standing immediately behind me watching. Sky then comes out of the house with Sibella humming “Here Comes the Bride”. I let him know that was a wedding song so he changes it to the “Imperial Death March”. We weren’t exactly going into battle but it seemed fitting enough.

The arrival of Portlander Inga is approaching so we are trying to get the “entertainment room” in order, where she will be sleeping. The floor is hideous and the walls were left to us in disgusting shape with more holes in them than I thought possible so we spent today patching holes and painting it Chinese Coral. I am always so amazed by how a color can change the whole atmosphere of a room. It looks so good! Unfortunately this makes the floor look even worse. I am not sure how you get paint splatters all over the entire floor but somebody along the lines sure did. I can understand not using drop cloths but this is unreal. There is no way you can be that messy with paint, unless of course you were frolicking with it and since I don’t know all the previous owners, this is a possibility. We didn’t use anything since we are putting down a new floor and we only had one mishap and were able to clean it up for the most part. We picked up some of the flooring but there wasn't enough. I guess everyone else has the same idea as we do.

To congratulate ourselves on a job well done, we drove out toIndiana with the dog to pick up some explosives. Credit cards are for emergencies right? The rapidly approaching 4^th of July was enough of an emergency for me. Jeesh, we gotta blow stuff up for crying out loud.

I think I like my new surgeon. No, she didn’t hand out the drugs but she gave me good news. She said the tumor had gotten smaller and didn’t have a shadow in the ultrasound so she feels no biopsy or removal is necessary unless I want it. At this moment I really don’t want to mess with it if she thinks it’s benign. She wants to keep an eye on it and she said if she felt it warranted a closer look, she would force me to get a biopsy. I would rather deal with one medical issue at a time and that would be these headaches that will not go away.