Archive for July, 2017

When you come home but don’t recognize the neighborhood …

Posted in General WoW on July 24, 2017 by tomeoftheancient

Welp, I’m kinda back but I have no idea what’s going on. I’m as clueless as when I started WoW eleven years ago. That’s when I thought you could hide behind a tree from a Nightsaber in Shadowglen and learned … no you can’t.

I had no idea that all this time I must have been studying. I used to know what was going on so that’s the only explanation I can think of, I studied WoW. Although I seem to be stuck where I left off. All I want is a fox to ride and NO, no invitation for me … STILL.

For example, artifact ranks. How far are they going? I thought I was done. I thought it stopped at 54, but nope it just keeps going. Twenty-two bazillion for the next whatzits. What fresh hell is this? Anyway, I’ve titled the whine if you want to skip over it.

 

The Whine

Some advice, although I might just be prone to depression. If there comes a time that you must choose between tough love and forcing the issue with a parent with Alzeimer’s for their best interests or giving in, be tough.  I wasn’t.

My mother did not want to go into assisted living so we moved her into our home to take care of her. By November last year we were coming up on two years of this I was losing MY grasp on reality.

Then we slipped into an alternate timeline. I’ve always loved science fiction but I freaking didn’t want to live it. Then we lost our Izzy to cancer. Then a week before Mikey’s fourteeth birthday we found he had cancer too.

I’ve loved all our dogs but Mike was special. I got our vet to refer me to a specialist who was very nice but seemed to recognize I had a screw loose and was pretty heavily in denial about my fourteen year old boy. Apparently 90lb. Labradors don’t generally live to fourteen and he told me to enjoy his last months as he couldn’t survive the surgery.

We had some adventures. A late, freak snow happened. What I didn’t know was after I went to bed there was freezing rain. The next morning on our walk we stepped off the road to give room to a car. It wasn’t snow, it was all ice.

Down we went to the bottom of the neighborhood sledding hill. I couldn’t get Mike back up the hill. I called 911 finally. They asked if a “human” was hurt or in danger of being hurt. Pffffftttt. So I told them, yes, a human is in imminent danger. Which was true, cause I wasn’t leaving him there.

Thankfully, THANKFULLY, two police showed up. One was lovely, one, not so much. Bad cop’s first idea was to tie a rope around an elderly, heavy dog and pull him up by his neck. Then he (bad cop) fell down the hill. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

So while bad cop was criticizing every thing good cop and I did, we managed to get Mike in the house by lifting him through the basement window.

At this point, mother is still here and pretty loopy, Mikey does not have very long and at 5 foot 8 inches I’m now dropping close to 115lbs. Depression is the greatest diet ever. I am now pretty much loopier than my mother.

I finally womaned up and got her into nice assisted living within a few miles of our house. The big sell was, THEY HAVE BINGO MOTHER!!!!!! Remember bingo! You LOVE bingo! She remembered!

Mikey tried very hard for fourteen and a half but we lost him the end of May. I don’t know when we’ll get over it.

Apparently I’m still pretty loopy because I’m considering having the horrible haiku I wrote for him a few years ago tattooed on my arm in memory. I miss you sweety. In a perfect universe Izzy has found you and you guys are together again.

It’s safe to read again!

Soooo. Considering most of the whine spanned the whole of Legion I’m not sure my opinion of Legion means much. I did unsub at one point but that made me sad too.

I’ve been lurking everywhere on the iPad so rarely talk. I seem to be combating depression by adding a whole bunch of accounts like this to my feed:

So I consulted my screenshot folder to see what I had been doing in Legion, thought it might jog my memory. I found this. I have NO IDEA. Anybody? If I knew what it was I’d go back.

I have not played alts at all. A few are slowly leveling up by pet battling. Apparently I enjoyed professions with them and no longer do. I did them for Cat as although she’s not a great asset to a group, she’s not a liability.

I went into a dungeon once with an alt (against my better judgement) and was humanely kicked out on the second boss. Okay, that’s a sign dumbass. Stop doing that. So I don’t seem to want to play them if I can’t level their professions.

I keep ending up in places that have changed the least in Azeroth. I’m usually fine with change because change is one of the few constants. I’m not sure if I’m longing for old Azeroth or they are reminders of happier times in general.

So I’m kinda back. Doing important stuff.

Still clearing out the tunnels in Suramar in the hope of a fox to ride. WHAT? Yes, so I took a short break to go to a Dance Party. Jeez, Cat needed a break from the Withered.

Thank you so much Redbeard for never giving up on me. Thanks for those /waves Navi. And thank you kind readers who commented on a neglected blog, I appreciate it.

Oh wait, wait, one more thing! You can kiss my scrawny butt Photobucket! If it takes me ten years to tract down all my pictures I will before I pay your ransom demands.

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