Just got some good news from AmyBlueKat:
UPDATE: MAYSIE AND BIG TUX HAVE FOUND A HOME!
We are now en route to Sister Rail Gun of Warm Humanitarianism’s house where lots of love and attention await.
I am beyond grateful for the outpouring of support I have received here in just 28 hours since I first posted. Bill Proctor – this would not have happened without you. May your heart finally rest in peace.
More on how Bill Proctor led to this happy pairing before he left us, here. May he rest in peace.
I told her we would need lots of pictures of the exchange. I will post them when I get them. I just thought we could use some good news today.
So happy to hear this!
Yay! We have five cats, and I have to admit that our tuxedo and brown tabby stripe are my favorites. A couple of the others might be more beautiful, but those two have the best, friendliest personalities.
I am so glad those two found a home together.
Major Major Major Major
REALLY happy to read this :)
Well that did not take long. What a great outcome.
They are darling cats. Much happiness to Sister Rail Gun and new kits. Growing up photos, please.
Such good news! They are beautiful, obviously personable kitties, and I’m thrilled they’re going to bring joy to Sister Rail Gun. As for pictures, yes, please!
nice work amybluekat
and Bill Proctor
and Sister Rail GotWH and feline household
amybluekat you’re a good person
Great for the kitties!
Sorry that Bill felt the need to leave us on his timetable.
If I may be forgiven a diversion into politics, I just got off the phone with my congressman’s office, and have to talk about it. I usually don’t bother calling my congressman, because he’s a nameless back bencher in a ruby red district, but today I’d just officially had enough.
I got the phone answerer, the staffer who takes messages, you know the guy, and I gave him a piece of my mind. I told him that the weather map fiasco was proof of mental impairment and what was the congressman going to do about it.
He professed to not know what I was talking about. I asked if he watched the news. He said, not today, he was working. (Come on, all those offices have televisions turned to the news around the clock!) I asked if he’d watched the news last night because it was all over the news last night. He said he hadn’t seen it. I described the incident to him, said that a third grader wouldn’t try something that bone-headed, and it was obvious that whatever is wrong with the president is getting worse.
I asked if he’d heard that the president suggesting nuking hurricanes to stop them and he said no. I told him that I didn’t believe him, but if it was true that he paid no attention to politics and current events, he might be happier managing a Walmart than working in a congressional office.
When we closed, I told him I wanted him to go online as soon as he hung up the phone, and go read the Washington Post, but be sure to give the congressman my message – that out here we’re noticing that the President is crazy, and we want to know what the Republicans are going to do about it.
Probably didn’t accomplish anything, but it felt good.
@Ruckus: I know. I am haunted by that. Suicide.
Just One More Canuck
@Elizabelle: @Ruckus: I find it amazing that in the midst of whatever he was going through, he took the time to help amybluekat find a home for these guys.
Here’s to you, Bill
@JoyceH: I am impressed that you called your local congressional office to lodge a complaint about Trump’s mental health.
I know :( :(
@Just One More Canuck: I am wondering who Bill was, what nym, because he does not seem to have used his own. Have any of us found any of his comments?
It’s not a name familiar to me.
@JoyceH: I always focus on the intern answering the phone. Whatever the reason for my call — I’m against this or For that — translates into a hashmark on a tally sheet.
That doesn’t take long to accomplish, so as long as I have an impressionable young person who is forced to listen to me and act polite, I walk them the issue at hand. I try to put on my best teacher persona and ask leading questions, flatter them when their answers are getting closer, chastise them when they turn into human tape recorders of right-wing talking points.
Most of the time I remember to add that it takes a strong person to truly examine their beliefs and I wish them intellectual honesty and fortitude.
Does this work? Who knows? At least I tried.
Someone said he did use his own. I think he was an infrequent commentor. So sad.
I am very happy about these kitties. I’ve been soul-searching, but we are not ready for them. They looked perfect for us, though, I must say. I’m so glad for Sister Rail Gun . . .
Maysie seems to have a little Maru in her, the way she’s rocking that box.
I’m always happy when kitties find a good home!
Greetings from the desert. The temp is 99° a little while before noon here in Las Vegas. Going up “only” to 102° later (it was 107° yesterday). And it looks like the seasonal break will start next week—daily highs dropping into the mid-90s. Yee-haw.
Things are up and down with my mother. She’s on a bit of an upswing now and wanted to go out to lunch yesterday. We couldn’t do it because of a problem with her ’03 Explorer, which I have been driving. Turned out to be a leaking fuel pump. Replacement part coming next week, so I have parked it and will drive RWNJ brother’s gigantic F-150 pickup truck. Ugh. But, hey, I’ll fit right in demographically.
Have been refining my away-from-home computing setup a bit. Installed uBlock Origin on the Chrome browser on this Chromebook to neuterize the awful ads on Balloon Juice. On this box I get the worst of both worlds—desktop version of the site with autoplay ads amok (but at least no sound). (On my cell phone I get the mobile version of the site with one ad floating at the bottom of the screen that is easily dismissed.) Pages are slow to load and then keep loading shit in the background. But uBlock has quelled all that. Balloon Juice experience much better. And I am liking the full-sized external keyboard that I got last weekend.
That’s about it. Might be time for a bit of a lie-down after being up since the predawn hours.
@Elizabelle: I am also haunted by not knowing who Bill Proctor was. Obviously a loving and caring person to step out of whatever he was going through to help Amy and the two cats.
“He was a big grouch,” is not much to go on, a lot of us here pride ourselves on our testiness. Ditto for “the heart of gold” part.
Also makes me wonder who else among all the commentators and lurkers here might be going through something similar to what Bill did. If this describes you, please reach out.
I cannot find any record of his comments. Have the rest of you been more successful?
@Steeplejack: Best to you and your mom and the fuel pump. Could you use your google fu on Bill Proctor?
Yay! Love it when kitties find a new home. So happy that love and attention are going to come to these kitties.
Dorian hits Alabama!
@Just One More Canuck:
That’s why I put it the way I did. He obviously made a decision and had a plan, quite possibly to make as little wake as he left and be responsible. We don’t know who he was or what was or wasn’t ailing him, how old he was or how able or unable he was to care for himself. We don’t know and probably never will. And it seems to me he wanted it that way.
Please do not take this wrong, I’m not an advocate of suicide but I do respect people who are either overwhelmed or just over with life. Those who are overwhelmed often can be helped to find a road that works for them, those who are just over, I have to respect their view. I’ve known a lot of people up in years, I see one in the mirror every day. But I’m not done here, not in anyway done. But some are because of health, because of just years of living, some because they hurt in ways we can’t understand. We all die, all living things do. Humans have created concepts that say we will live forever, which I find almost comical in the efforts to avoid that idea, which is that all biological beings come to an end. We shouldn’t revel in the end but we really shouldn’t avoid the entire idea either. What lives on is the idea, the concept that we occupied space and in some way big or small helped to move life forward.
If for no other reason big or small, Bill did that, by securing a continuation for his cats. I don’t celebrate how he left us, because we all go in one way or another. You can believe we go in whatever timeline we live in, or when it’s our turn. Had a cousin who went at six months old and that isn’t a lot of living. Had an acquaintance who took his life at 27. He suffered from club feet and had operation after operation as a child and walked in massive pain. He was one of the most gregarious, smart people I’ve ever met, life for him was pain, 24 hrs a day. He was looking at more operations and always pain, life just wasn’t worth it to him. I’m sorry that he made that decision but I can understand it. Also have known people over 100 and quite a few over 90. They aren’t/weren’t done yet. I work my life, I want to hit at least 95, just to see what that’s like, if no other reason. This living thing is wonderful, horrible, grand and tiny. It is what it is on any given day. We don’t control that, but some can control the end. That is their choice. I do think we need to work to make sure that people have all the facts and all the concepts of living and as good a life as they can so that a decision of suicide is not the only choice that they can see.
@Ruckus: Marvelous comment, Ruckus. Most humane.
I did look for “Bill Proctor” and didn’t find anything. I suggested that AmyBlueKat send his email address to a front-pager, in case he used that as part of his log-in. She replied that she had sent in all of his contact information.
It might be worth it to check his Facebook page and see if there is an email address there that is different from the one AmyBlueKat knew him by.
Mom’s Explorer has had a slight gasoline smell since I got here, and the fuel level was dropping way faster than the amount I was driving it. Got the dealer mechanics to look at it yesterday on a drop-in, which was fortunate. Replacement fuel pump should come in next week—problem solved. And it will be one less thing on my brother’s plate when he gets back from his (much-needed) vacation—motorcycling in the Alps. (Just arrived at Chamonix today.)
The Moar You Know
If I were allowed to pick my last action in life, getting two kitties into a good home would be in contention.
Sadly that’s not exactly what happened here, but that the kitties are getting a good parent is great regardless of the tragedy that got them there. Thank you, Bill Proctor. The kitties would thank you too, if they knew how.
@JoyceH: I actually believe him. There is no way Fox covered either one of those things, and I guarantee you that no other news source is allowed in the congresscritter’s office. The right-wing news bubble is terrifyingly effective. My employer is a defense contractor, and the Foxbot owners have no idea that Trump just defunded one of their projects in VA to the tune of 24 million dollars to build his fucking wall of failure. And they refused to believe me when I told them. And when they get official notice from the program manager that we’re out X number of employees and money, will still not believe Trump had anything to do with it.
Mike in NC
Good kitten news. Our guys have been acting a bit weird today; seems they might sense that a hurricane is approaching. We’re going to hang out with neighbors and hope the power doesn’t go out tonight.
Mike in NC
@The Moar You Know: “If only the czar knew about these things they would not be happening”.
@Ruckus: Thanks for writing this. I would love to have the words to say what you did.
I joke/not really joke that I want my epitaph to be “Damn it! I wanted to see what happens next!” I can imagine there may come a time when I no longer feel that way, and hope that I’m afforded the dignity of a choice.
@Ohio Mom, @Elizabelle:
If someone—AmyBlueKat, presumably—could give me a scrap of content to go on, I might be able to find Bill Proctor. “Grouch” and “heart of gold” are pretty much requirements for blog membership. But if, say, there was something like “He had a really funny thread on Pippa Middleton’s bum,” that’s at least something to start with.
@Mike in NC: Huh! You know, the cats have been on edge all day and I never would have attributed it to the hurricane. But the weather is changing, both seasonally and as it approaches the Maryland coast. Yeah, it’s far away, but right now we’re under Dorian’s outer bands. Even here.
??? Goku (aka Amerikan Baka) ??
Just One More Canuck
@Ruckus: wonderfully put
When Amy first appeared in the comments (sorry I can’t remember which thread), somebody there said they found comments in the name Bill Proctor. I didn’t click on the link, and I can’t remember who said it.
@Ruckus: After yesterday’s post and the comments on suicide, I spent some time thinking about friends and family that ended their lives in just the last few years. You expressed such a sad real aspect that struck a nerve. Thank you.
And, yeah Maysie and Big Tux, and giant of heart Sister Rail Gun.
I’m so sorry to hear we lost a fellow jackal, whatever nym he commented under. I wish he could have known that one of his last actions resulted in a forever home for these two cuties. I hope we find out a bit more about Bill and can remember him whether he posted infrequently or not.
One of us, he was.
I myself could never make the mental leap from riding a dirt bike through the fields to getting one onto the roads, but damn if that doesn’t sound like a hell of a life goal.
I did my deep dive via the Google and didn’t find a thing.
site:balloon-juice.com "bill proctor"
And all that comes up now are the references to him from the last few days.
@Steeplejack: I searched via everything I could think of – including his email address, but nothing came up. I feel badly because I think AmyBlueKat would find comfort in his comments. But he gave her quite the gift before he left, so I am grateful for that.
I’d have volunteered a home for those two lovely kitties, but we already have two, and four would be overwhelming (to say nothing of the resentment our oldest would feel for two interlopers harshing her mellow – she still hates the younger one a year after he adopted us). Anyway, it’s good to see they went to a good home.
It comes from decades of watching life, trying to see the viewpoints of others. In my middle professional sports days I drove to events with a man who had the use of only one arm. I heard conflicting stories about why his arm didn’t work but it just hung there, no movement of it’s own. This man couldn’t cut his food if it took a knife and fork so if you were with him at a restaurant, you cut it for him. But he could load and unload a truck and work harder than many men I’ve known. The year I rode with him was after his wife of decades passed and he missed her more than anything in the world. And having met her I could understand why, she put up with him. I kid, a bit, he really was a good guy. But he had to have someone with him otherwise he’d stare at her picture on the dash rather than the road. He passed away a few years ago at 85. Living was everything to him, his wife passing took him a long time to get over. He played golf, and was better with one arm than I ever was with two.
The reason I bring him up was he lived with a flair that few I’ve known ever did. Pretty handicapped by his arm, he never let it stop him from living. And to the fullest. I’ve also been a mental health/suicide hotline counselor decades ago and while these two life experiences sound completely different, they aren’t.
They are part of the whole concept that we often get many chances to see life as far bigger than each of us. That if we are selfish, life looks like a smash and grab contest with the winner being the one with the most stuff. It isn’t. It’s work and fun and pain and success and failure. It isn’t good luck or bad luck or no luck at all, it just is how we see it, how we fit in rather than how we expect others to fit in with us.
@zhena gogolia: I can’t even vaguely recall if I’ve seen that nym or not. MAYBE once or twice and very infrequently? It wasn’t the Comte since he checked in after being prompted, although I think Adam had a hand in that. So otherwise I’m drawing a blank here.
And if anyone is curious if I’m still alive, well, hi!
@Steeplejack: Yup. That’s what I did, too. Thank you for teaching us that search method.
Rest be upon you, Mr. Proctor. Greenville NC is probably as much a clue as anything. And after that, Tennessee.
@TaMara (HFG): too bad! He may have used another email address here.
@Steeplejack: I missed the news about your mom, but good to hear she had a better day today. Hope they keep on getting better.
One of the surprising things about my (severely) RWNJ brother is that in late middle age (he’s now 64) he channeled his life-long love of motorcycles into some pretty amazing trips, often in shithole countries. Who’da thunk it? A few years ago he went down the spine of the Andes all the way to Tierra del Fuego. Last year he did a sort of “reverse Lewis and Clark” trip from Portland, OR, into Idaho and Montana and back. The current trip is two weeks in the Alps on a BMW 1250RT supplied by the outfit that put the trip together. On Facebook he has been popping up in Germany, Austria and now France. I assume Switzerland will be in there soon.
Has any of this broadened his nativist, RWNJ outlook? Yeah, no. That’s crazy talk.
ETA: On his Andes trip I would get these loopy, nonsensical emails about something or other I needed to check on at his house. Finally figured out that he wasn’t getting enough oxygen to his brain because of high altitudes on certain days.
I rode for 52 yrs. Have over 1/2 million miles under my belt. Did a 3 week motorcycle tour of New Zealand. Came back with an ear to ear grin on my face that lasted for a very long time. My sister asked me the best part after I got back and I started listing things, but stopped and told her, the people. The country was amazing, the people were better.
I see AmyBlueKat thanks TaMara and @Kattails for help in posting the kitten bleg, maybe that’s a clue?
And belated hooray for Sister Rail Gun for adopting them!
Yikes, and he was on a motorcycle!
This is the first time I recall a kitty blog occurring within reasonable driving distance. But before I could seek permission from the spousal unit, Sister Rail Gun had already gotten dibs on them. Glad they found a home, even it wasn’t the one I’m in.
@Steeplejack: Is it possible for someone to clear their own comments on this site? Apologies if this is an eye-rolling question; I am a Luddite.
glad the kitties found a home, and rip to bill, who made it possible.
I always hated that phrase that popped up in the 1980s, “He who dies with the most toys, wins.”
@Ruckus: The youngin’ felt the same way after her trip to New Zealand. But this year is Bali with her bff.
My mother (age 89) fell and cracked her pelvis around August 1. Apparently, as with ribs, there’s not much you can do except restrict movement and wait for things to heal on their own. She was in a rehab place briefly, then in a “post-acute care” place. She has been home for almost two weeks.
She got into a hospice program, which gave me pause when I heard that, especially since when I saw her the first day I was out here she really looked like she was at death’s door. But since then I have gotten more information, and her condition has improved a lot. She is in the program’s 60-day evaluation program, and I think part of the subtext was that being in the program gets her a helper person two hours a day on weekdays. And, of course, it never hurts to do the groundwork sooner rather than later.
I was coming out anyway to house- and dog-sit for my brother (and mom-sit, to be honest), so this is not a huge disruption. My goal is to maintain things until he gets back in a couple of weeks. I think more in-home help is warranted, and I think there’s a four-hours-a-day plan in the offing, but I don’t want to lock in arrangements that might bind my brother, who will be bearing the brunt of things going forward. And I will mention that my brother and mother both have been horrible with communicating about what’s going on, so I’m still learning new tidbits and details.
The last few days her affect has been “old lady who suffered an injury but is on the mend.” Almost giving the impression that soon things will be “back to normal,” but I don’t think that’s going to happen. At the very least she’s going to have to give up driving and get used to having someone in to help her on a permanent basis. But I’m not pushing any “discussions” at this point.
Sometimes her mood is good, sometimes it’s bad. Pain management has been an issue, I think partly because she doesn’t stay on the schedule and waits until she’s hurting to take a pill. And she has trouble sleeping and eating enough. (I’m thinking about trying some cannabis edibles on her.) My main function is to just be with her in the moment and do what I can to help.
Sister Rail Gun of Warm Humanitarianism
@Elizabelle: I’m currently digging out the webcam to set up in the isolation room for the first couple of weeks.
I contacted Amy expecting to set up a meeting a couple of hours away to minimize how much out of her way she would have to travel. We both decided it was fate when we learned that she would be driving pretty much right past my house.
*lights candles for Bill*
When I was in the navy we stopped in Majorca, Spain. Bunch of us took in a dinner, you got off the bus and walked by a huge barbecue area with 2 pigs on spits and probably 30 chickens roasting. All you could eat, wine, it was good. But we’d also been promised dancing and they put us in a room by ourselves, 30 or 40 sailors who’ve seen each other for way too much time. After dinner we went outside and low and behold, we were just a small part of the party. I met a girl who I danced with for quite a while, while we tried to talk to each other. She didn’t speak english and I was mixing up my piss poor spanish and latin, both of which I studied for only a year in HS. But once again the people were the highlight, not the food, the music, the wine, the not being on the ship…….. Ok that last one might have been close……
@Sister Rail Gun of Warm Humanitarianism:
You’re a hero! I hope you enjoy those little cuties.
You probably know this, but be careful and offer small portions. People sometimes eat too much too soon when dealing with edibles. Also, I see the ads for one store claim that different varieties of cannabis make for better edibles.
A woman rider on the Andes trip got thrown from her bike, broke her back (as was later determined) and had a bumpy, six-hour ride to the nearest hospital in the back of a truck.
My brother’s spaciness seemed to be in higher cognition, not muscle memory. He texted me in a dither one night because he had seen emails about a house fire on his street here (he’s on the neighborhood association board) and he thought it was his house (and I of course was somehow to blame). I replied, “No, that was down the street—number 919.” Response: “What’s my house number?” Yeah, grab some oxygen, bro’.
It was only a few times, and after he had spent the day at really high altitudes, but, yeah, makes you think. I have slightly steeled myself for a phone call that begins: “Monsieur Steepleton, I regret to inform you that your brother . . .”
No, a commenter can’t do that, but what I have observed in the past is that if someone changes their nym all of their comments show up under the new nym, even if they were written years before under an old nym.
So, hypothetically, someone could change their nym to, say, “whitecatstotallyokay” and there would be no record to search for that previous nym, whatever it might have been.
(I last checked this probably a year ago, so I can’t swear that it’s still the case.)
@Steeplejack: When I got my medical marijuana permit, the doctor told me to be careful with edibles, because they don’t kick in right away, and the quantity wasn’t regulated. I think the second problem has been solved, but Maureen Dowd found out the hard way about the first.
It is; I actually checked it just this morning (on someone completely different).
@blackcatsrule: No, we can’t erase our comments.
There have been some issues with comment disappearing because of database corruption (e.g. some from efgoldman), but those instances seem to be very rare.
I’ve tried looking for “Bill Proctor” and “Bill Procter” and similar combinations, and nothing obvious is turning up. I haven’t seen any obitiuaries either, but sometimes those take time.
I did some more looking around here. Could Bill have been batguano?
Hope this helps.
@Sister Rail Gun of Warm Humanitarianism: It was meant to be! So glad Balloon Juice works these miracles on the regular.
Yes, I’m doing my due-diligence research, and a more knowledgeable friend is sending me some suggestions. I think there are strains that don’t get you high at all. We’re not going full Dowd right off the bat.
@Steeplejack: oh my! That’s a lot to land in the middle of.
I found that was the best plan as my mother was aging and less able to be independent. It’s a hard realization to come to grips with, for all of us.
The best of luck to all of you Steep.
Try a little beer if she likes it. Has calories and makes you hungry. It worked wonders with several of the elders who were in my charge. A small plate of nibbles you know she used to enjoy with a small glass of beer might do the trick. Even better is to pour yourself a small glass and put the plate down for both of you and then start a conversation and eat one of the nibbles.. Sometimes the social reflex kicks in and they start eating before it occurs to them to refuse.
Thanks, I might try that.
@Sister Rail Gun of Warm Humanitarianism: That is serendipity! So happy you are taking those cute kitties.
@Another Scott: [email protected]Steeplejack: Thank you both. It’s such a sad situation. It makes me remember and wonder about what happened to Redshirt and Purplegirl, especially her; I got the impression she had personal/family issues…
I wonder occasionally about Purplegirl. I think redshirt self-deported after Trump’s election, but she just disappeared. And, like you, I got the impression that there were some issues in the background. I hope she’s okay.
Unless you’re calling Susan Collins’ office. Someone who went to the office to make her feelings known watched the staff answer the phone, say they’d tell the senator, and then just take the next call without creating any record of comments.
OT sort of, but I have just discovered a weird gerrymandering thing in my housing development.
We were built about 1960 on an apple farm in a pocket on the NW edge of my city. We are about 450 houses isolated in between a 1000 acre county metropark on one side, a scenic railroad and a small business district beyond it, and then a river. Our city is the fifth largest in Ohio.
I have lived here for twenty years, been sort of politicaly active for all of them, and I only just realized that about fifty of the houses on the periphery, those on the outside of the encircling streets, are not only not in our electoral precinct, they are not even in our federal congressional district.
My congressman lives in Youngstown, 40 miles away on the PA border. The neighbors up the street have a congreswoman who lives in suburban Cleveland, 35 miles north on Lake Erie.
We are a weird little isolated pocket of closely connected neighbors inside a city limit, and yet we have two different congresscritters.
No wonder those weird guys on the edge of the development have fifteen rainbarrels, solar power on the roof, and a bunch of chickens.
@Sister Rail Gun of Warm Humanitarianism: A kittehs webcam. That sounds great. Thank you.
@zhena gogolia: coming in really really late, should probably post this in a later thread. I could have sworn I saw the name Bill Proctor pop up at the head of a comment quite recently, but must have been hallucinating. I typed it in the search at top and it did something weird, showed some threads and then dropped them, I grabbed one and searched through all the names in the comments but couldn’t find it. Tried it under all lower case as well. So all I can do is shrug. However, happy to see the kitties taken care of so quickly! Congrats to all, and so sorry about Bill.
@Kattails: I don’t think you’re hallucinating because the same thing happened to me. Not sure if it’s the Mandela effect or he changed his nym; see Steeplejack’s comment #63.