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2022.01.16 22:36 firebreathingeli Looking for advice as a first time owner
My Grandmother has a parakeet, but recently her dementia has gotten very bad. She doesn't recognize the bird anymore or take care of him properly, thus my family has asked me to take him in.
I don't think that he has been living in the best conditions for the past few years, so I want to take good care of him and give him everything he needs to make him happy and healthy.
I've already set up a vet appointment, but I wanted to ask what other advice and husbandry care that I should be aware of. He has a 2x3 foot cage at the moment with a few toys, food, and water.
I'm wondering if I should get a better home for him and what else I could do to make his new home more comfortable and healthy
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2022.01.16 22:36 GoofyGnome My boyfriend hit my dog and I need help moving past it.
My boyfriend hit my dog in the middle of the night and I don't know how to get past it.
For some context, my dog sleeps with us at night. Sometimes, she has some dreams where she twitches and kicks her legs. She's an older dog and i'm very protective of her. Honestly, I do treat her more like a baby than a dog.
Last night, I was half asleep when I realized she was having a dream because she was kicking me. Suddenly, my boyfriend slapped her hard. Confused, I asked him why. He said that he was having a dream and thought he was getting bitten by something.
The next morning, he could tell I was angry. He apologized to me several times (and the dog as well). He stuck to his story that he was having a dream that he was being attacked by spiders.
I just can't get passed the idea that he may be lying to me. A few weeks ago, he pushed our other dog in the middle of the night off of himself and on to me. It was hard enough that she lost her balance and fell on my face. That makes me think he might be an aggressive sleeper or, I wonder if he is irritated about the dogs, and is lashing out when he thinks I'm asleep.
If he says that he was dreaming, and I can't prove otherwise, what do I do to move past this anger that I feel?
I'm worried that I'm blowing this out of proportion or that I might let resentment ruin an otherwise good relationship. Normally, in the day time, he treats my dogs very well.
I need an outside perspective and some advice. Please help.
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Tonight we are facing some snow. My county looks as though it may hit level 3 which means I can be pulled over and possibly arrested for driving in it. Now I'm no stranger to winter driving and I'm not so much worried about the drive but I am worried about the possible legal consequences. Are we considered necessary enough to drive through it?
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A friend messaged to tell me a mom he knew overdosed and they took her off life support Thursday. She was his friend because their kids were best friends, and he knew her divorce proceedings were nasty. He saw her being loaded into the ambulance, barely lucid. Lots of people think divorce is the way out, I am just waiting for final papers too, but the hell you go through in the first few months is incredible. Just read the posts here. This suicide is the 4th I know of in 2 years time, all from divorce. So please take the time to explore counseling and other options. It really is a hard road.
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2022.01.16 22:36 dornishlivesmatter Nameday
Pov of Owen Gargalen
Soon enough day turned into night as Owen sat in the High Table at the very head of it along with his eldest sister, Lady Obara. The dining hall had been packed despite the dinner being only a quaint family affair with laughter and merriment filling the room, mixing with the low strum of Ser Davyn’s lute and voice. The banners bearing the vermillion cockatrice on marigold were hung about on the walls while silken ribbons wrapped themselves around the sandstone columns which supported the weight of the keep.
Owen had managed to get himself properly bathed and groomed just before the festivities. He wore a long cotton white surcoat over his shirt with fitted sleeves and embroidered with golden thread which was delicately etched into designs of vines and jasmine blossoms. A belt of scarlet silk had been wrapped around his waist, holding the garment together whilst stands of pearls, spinels and jet looped around his neck. His black hair has been slicked back and combed through with sweet smelling lemon oil. He had decided on hiding his pimple under a round piece of black velvet. It had been an old trick used by whores in order to cover pox ridden marks, however some of the nobility had started to find use in it in order to cover blemishes or scars. It had been in vain as the velvet dot only caused more eyes to peer at his cheek rather than to look away.
He couldn’t help but to feel utterly self-conscious in front of all of his extended family and castle inhabitants.
Before him scattered upon silver platters throughout the tables were dishes of roasted lamb seasoned with rosemary, slow cooked vegetable stew which had been cooked in clay pots as well as pearl millet which had been mixed with various greens and seasoned with fiery peppers, lemon zest and parsley. Of course there had been plates of Dornish flatbread, stuffed purple olives, soft goat cheese along with small brass bowls filled with olive oil and chickpea paste to dip in. At the very end of the table was the one dish Owen had been most eager to taste; snakecake which had been a flakey pastry filled with almond paste and coiled into the shape of a snake. It was the lad’s favorite dessert much like how lemon cakes had been Ravella’s.
Servants took their time, navigating through the tables and pouring each glass with Dornish Red which had come from the cask of one of the finer vintages in which the house’s personal vineyards had produced. Owen filled his plate with food as his glass was filled to the brim with undiluted wine just as Obara had promised him over a moon ago.
If only I had built up the nerve to invite him. Owen thought to himself rather sadly as he cut into a piece of lamb.
“Enjoying yourself, little brother?” Obara asked him, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. “You should really try the wine.”
“I will. Thank you very much, Ob. This is all very thoughtful.” He told her, finally taking a sip after finishing his bite of lamb. It had a strong, sour flavor with a bit of heat causing him to nearly choke as he was unused to the taste.
“Perhaps you should tell me more about this new friend of yours? I’m rather curious about the boy who managed to catch your eye.” She jested, giving out a wild smirk as the Lady of Salt Shore patted her brother on the back, proud that Owen had managed to socialize with at least one person.
Owen felt the heat rise in his cheeks. “It’s not like that!” He protested against her assumptions. “W- we’ve only just met! He works for a group of spice merchants and just offered you know… help me carry the goods that I’ve bought. We’ve only talked for a short time about books and what-not.”
Gods why do I keep on babbling like a fool? Owen bit his lip and watched in horror as Obara’s brow rose in curiosity.
“You know you could have simply asked for those merchants to tie those spice bags onto your horse?” Obara let out a thoughtful hum before continuing. “You must have fancied this new friend of yours to let him carry your things. It’s a rather chivalrous act if I must say so.”
“His employer forced him…” he whined, sinking down into his seat as he felt more stares coming onto him. Now he had to mind the unwarranted gazes of his meddlesome family. “We sort of… bonded after.”
“Are you talking about that person that you’ve met in the market?” His younger sister, Alisandra yelped from the other end of the table, her brown eyes beaming with interest. “What’s his name? Is he handsome looking? Brother, why didn’t you didn’t you bring him over? I would love to meet him!”
“Uhh… Nymos,” he gulped. “And those are far too serious questions for you to be asking!”
“But I just want to know! That last time you’ve flustered like that was when Lady Dayne visited!” Alisandra’s little comment caused a few of his relatives to chuckle… including his mother.
“Ali shush! It’s nothing like that, you’ve got the wrong idea!” Owen spat out, attempting to silence his giggling younger sister.
“Don’t raise your voice at your sister, young man.” He heard his mother stiffly warn him. “And I too would like to meet this Nymos. You have too few friends and by that I mean no one outside of this keep. I'm very proud that you were able to at least make one while you were out.”
Owen sighed, rolling his eyes. He wanted this torturous discussion to end swiftly.
”End this discussion… all of you.” A sharp voice called out. Owen’s gaze shifted towards its source and found himself dumbfounded. Ravella stabbed her knife into the chunk of lamb meat on her plate as her steely glare met his. “We shouldn’t badger him any further especially on his nameday. We wouldn’t want to ruin it.`
“Uhhh thank you Rav…” He managed to squeak out, shocked that Ravella out of all people, who refused to talk to him for months, stood up for him although weakly. He wondered what caused the sudden change in behavior and mind.
She silently nodded in response before returning to eating her food. As he did the same, shoveling a fork full of pearl millet into his mouth, he took his time to study the room and the people who inhabit it.
On the other side of the table beside Owen sat his Aunt Elia and her party as well as some of her younger children, his cousins who had been fostered alongside them. Elia wore a deep burgundy dress with a neckline plunging towards her belly button despite her aging appearance. There was also a gold plated belt fashioned to appear like snake skin and a whole collection of bracelets bejeweled with rubies around her wrists. Beside her sat her new lover, the horse breeder Fornio who drank far too heavily for Owen’s liking and continuously rambled on about horses in a way which made the lad rather uncomfortable. Then of course sitting next to the horse breeder was Ser Allar, the strange knight whom his aunt brought with her to Salt Shore. He had swapped his armor and mail for an elegant robe cream in color with the sleeves and hems painted with a black asp curling around appearing to slither up his arms. As the knight sipped his glass of wine, Owen noticed that the man’s eyes were firmly locked towards the direction of his eldest sister. Lastly at the far end of the table sat the four youngest of Elia’s brood- two daughters by the names of Ysabel and Nymella as well as two sons by the names of Mallador and Sandor. They were awfully young and awfully bored.
It surprised Owen that his aunt would ignore her own children after not seeing them in so long. Instead, the Gargalen bastard focused on talking with him and Obara.
“Your sister Sylvia stayed with us for a few nights at the manse. I believe that it was pleasant of her to drop by whilst on her trek to Sunspear. My second oldest, Alyse, offered to accompany her so she wouldn’t feel so lonely in the Princess’s court.” Elia informed them rather nonchalantly of information that he had already known. “Sylvia has informed me of a rift between you all. Is that true? Oh that saddens me greatly! Your father worked hard on keeping you all close.”
Owen glee out an audible grunt, not wanting to be reminded of the whole affair.
“Yes but we have been healing,” Obara added, placing a hand on her brother’s shoulder as a gesture of support.
“That’s good to hear,” the older woman nodded before changing the subject. “Obara, did you know Ser Allar saved a group of septas from a burning motherhouse?”
The man in question gave them a cheeky wink in response. Owen couldn’t help but to roll his eyes.
Of course he did. He thought bitterly. And he probably saved a whole litter of kittens from a falling acacia tree. Owen doubted all of it. The man seemed like a prideful rooster with his feathers out in full display. Owen had seen it far too many times before with the men Ravella or Sylvia would bring home. Only the foolish would be naive enough to fall for such a gaudy display or such honeyed words.
“Oh how brave,” Obara muttered out of courtesy with her voice dry and uninterested in the conversation. In one swift motion, she rose from her seat causing the chair to screech against the tiled floor. “If I can have everyone’s undivided attention please, I would like to say a few words.”
The chattering ceased as the feasting hall fell silent. All eyes were on the Lady of Salt Shore who cleared her throat before continuing her address. “First of all I would like to thank our head steward, Reysen, for organizing his affair in honor of my brother’s coming of age. Without his careful insight and skills this quaint feast wouldn’t have been successful.”
Owen’s gaze traveled over to one of the lower tables before him where some of the higher ranking castle staff were seated. Reysen was a man of the Greenblood and as far as Owen knew left his home due to wanting something more to his life than just traveling down stream to sell silk. He had shaggy dark curls which had been tied back in a bun of sorts whilst wearing a robe of teal green with depictions of water lilies sewed throughout the garment. The steward in question had been sitting in between Myrielle Sand and Maester Humfrey, he stood up and without a pause he spoke. “I thank you kindly for your words, my lady,” Reysen spoke humbly with a small smile. “However I must say that without the helpful guidance of your lady mother and your diligent sister, Ravella, this evening would have been lack-luster. They both and Ravella especially, deserve the credit more and for that I thank them graciously.” He nodded in their direction as the steward led a small applause. Loreza placed a hand on her daughter’s shoulder as Ravella flustered from the sudden attention.
Owen couldn’t help but to feel a sense of shock, his brows knitting together in a puzzled manner. He thought that Ravella was still furious at him for his rash actions and words against her ex lover. She barely spoke to him this past week even. Why the sudden change of mind?
He shook those thoughts away as his attention turned towards his eldest sister who continued on with her teary eyed speech. “Over these past years, I have seen my brother grow from a wide-eyed child to a capable young man. I’m sure that if he were here, my father would’ve been proud of him.” Owen watched as a servant swiftly approached Obara and handed her two items, a box made of cypress wood and a letter. Once the items were in her possession, she promptly held them out to him. “Father would have wanted you to have this.”
With a heavy weight welling in his chest, Owen accepted the items. He wasn’t quite sure on what to say though with the eyes of the whole castle on him the boy felt pressured to open the box which revealed a dagger… his father’s dagger. Perros had commissioned the weapon from a blacksmith whilst visiting Sunspear decades ago or at least from what Owen had been told. Its pommel had been gilded with gold and shaped into the image of a wrathful cockatrice with eyes of black tourmaline. It had been one of his father’s prized possessions which puzzled the young man as to why Obara would give him something so priceless.
Then there was the matter of the letter. Gingerly Owen ripped through the marigold hued wax seal and unfolded the clearly aged parchment. Meticulously, he scanned the page reading the letter twice over and felt tears emerge. The guilt ate at him, he hadn’t cried when he heard that his father had died nor when he was buried, however now he found himself sobbing over some page torn from his father’s diary explaining his wish and desire to form a closer bond with his only son.
Obara rubbed his shoulder in a comforting manner. “We wanted to wait until you were old enough… Mother found his log and we thought that you would like to hear from him once again.”
“And we wanted to give you a piece of him as well… a piece of our family rather,” his mother added from across the table in reference to the dagger, “Once you leave for the Citadel to pursue your links.”
His jaw dropped and the paper, the diary entry that he held fell onto the table. He never thought that his mother would allow him to leave, not this soon. He felt a sense of pride and accomplishment as a smile broke tugged at his lips. “You really mean it? I can go study?”
Finally, he can achieve what he had dreamt for so long. Ever since he had been a small boy, the search for knowledge had intrigued him and working alongside Maester Humfrey only made him crave it more.
Loreza nodded, “You have proved yourself mature enough, though I must warn you that this isn’t a light decision. This is a commitment that will affect your whole life. You must be very sure that this is the path you want to go down before finishing your chain.” His mother’s voice was warm yet stern. He understood her concerns well, his mother wanted what was best for him as every mother should.
“Thank you,” Owen uttered out, still elated from the news that he had been given. Soon enough his head became filled with fantasies of towering shelves filled with books and scrolls, lecture halls packed with novices young and old listening to the insightful words of a more experienced maester giving his wisdom to those willing to dedicate their lives to knowledge. He wondered what path he’ll take, if he’ll be assigned a House to serve or if he’ll remain at the Citadel to teach the next generation, perhaps working his way upwards towards the rank of Archmaester? The possibilities seemed endless and made him more excited for the years to come.
He had barely noticed his mother getting up from her seat but when he did, he found himself in her embrace. She held him tightly and whispered, “You have my blessing, please make the most of it.”
“I will. I promise,” Owen replied back to her though as her grip loosened and the rest of his family cheered, an unfortunately realization dawned. He would have to let out of his new friendship in order to achieve the dream in which he had desired for so long. He would have to make a choice and a painful one at that.
He plopped down on his seat, took a sip of undiluted Dornish Red gradually getting lost in the sounds of merriment as more gifts were presented to him.
How come something so sweet tasted so bitter?
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