I had all these plans and ideas for my post this week.
There’s the conversation with Jerry that I thought was
funny. You know the one I forgot to record in any fashion that has since been
changed out of my retrievable memory.
Then there is the funny interaction I had with Royce. Still
funny. What it boils down to is his description of what a shawl is. He called
it a fancy blanket. I understand why he said that. I crocheted both my shawl and
my Afghan, they both are to keep me warm, and I doubt he’s noticed that they
are different shapes.
I, however, didn’t write that one down either because I had
to take Mable to the vet. Saturday was just a normal recheck of her bloodwork
visit but they asked us to bring her back on Sunday. Not because her bloodwork
was off, but because they were concerned about some changes we are seeing in
her. They did some x-rays and what they could see just tells us that Mable is
on her last leg. As far as we know, she’s 12 now, but that’s because she was a
mature dog when the shelter got her. Veterinarians can distinguish puppies and
dogs up to six years and after that, it’s harder to tell. She was mature, i.e.:
at least six, when the shelter found her. She could be much older than that and
is showing signs of dementia.
All in all, it means we may not have Mable much longer. But
then it was almost 2 years ago when they told us her liver wasn’t functioning
well and she didn’t have long left. So it’s just wait and see now.
Then Monday, Royce’s birthday, we had the wonderful event of
my daughter bringing her daughters (and husband) for a visit. During this visit,
someone prompted my oldest granddaughter to wish her Uncle Royce a happy birthday.
She immediately responded by singing the birthday song to him.
It was beautiful. Especially since she is old enough to pronounce
all the words. Not to mention young enough to be adorable doing it. Then as we
were giving him his presents and cutting the cake I asked her to lead us in
singing to her youngest uncle again. She happily complied. Stole the show from Royce,
but I don’t care. I don’t think Royce did either.
I doubt she’ll remember it for long. Not only because of how
young she is but also because I think she was more impressed that we had watermelon
on the table. I don’t think she even batted an eye at the home-made pizza and
cake, or the ice cream.
Then again, she’s a bit dog crazy so being in a house with
five dogs to lavish some attention was a big draw for her. Unfortunately for
her, all are dogs are older and the only one still young enough to give some
exuberant attention was still recovering from minor surgery. Before she’d been
here an hour, they were all avoiding her. Well except the biggest one, which
she only saw through my bedroom window.
And at that point, I was still remembering I had a post to
write. Though first I had to deal with getting some bills paid since it is the beginning
of the month. So yesterday, while mauling over exactly what I’d write, I spent
most of the day dealing with the bills. Then, even when I’d finished that task,
I still wasn’t quite sure what to write.
However, I think what messed me up is I completely forgot to
set an alarm for earlier than I usually get up so that I’d have time to get
something written. So this morning, after my alarm had startled me awake, and
after I’d made sure both Mable and Xavier had their morning meds, and while I
was still groggy, I suddenly realized I had a post to write and only an hour in
which to do so and get it posted.
Funny how deadlines can wake you up. And sometimes even
stimulate the muse.
And I think I can blame my still being a bit sleepy because
Friday I came in contact with something I’m reacting to. It’s not anaphylaxis so
I’m just treating it with Zyrtec and Benadryl. But we all know Benadryl can put
you to sleep. I took some last night and within thirty minutes I was barely
able to keep my eyes open long enough to prepare for bed.
So while I’ve had a few things happen this last week, I’m
going to blame my lack of energy on my allergic reaction and the treatment available
to me. It is also the reason my post is up late.
How are things going for you?
Smile. Make the day a brighter day.
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