Monthly Archives: January 2010

Driver license pictures—Oh, crap

 

Smile for the camera!

     It’s driver license photo time again.  Groan.  The last one I had done was horrible.  This time I think I’ll try to get to my hair stylist before I go for the picture.  I will try to remember to wear a flattering colored top and not the neon green T-shirt I wore last time.  Looking back at the last time, I do remember I wasn’t in any mood to have it done.  It shows. 

     The poor woman took three pictures and not one of them was good so we picked the best of the three.  She was willing to try for more but I wasn’t.  By that time, I just wanted to go home, crawl into bed, and pull the covers over my head.  I prayed I’d never have to show my license to anyone.  No such luck.  It seems that ever since that awful picture became my ID everyone has asked for it.

     At least I have over two months to get the picture done so I have time to plan.  Oh, sure, like that ever works in this house.  The best laid plans and all that malarkey.

Beeps and buzzes that run our lives

 

     Today G mentioned that her new coffee pot started beeping and flashing a clean me light.  Holy cow, talk about having a machine tell you what to do.  At the time, we were waiting for my coffee pot to beep and let us know the pot was ready.  Then our discussion went into other forms of beeps and buzzes that run our lives.

     I complained that due to people having laundry rooms near their bedrooms manufacturers of dryers have done away with the loud buzzer that lets you know it has finished with the cycle.  It’s now an anemic chime.  I hate it.  Why do I hate it?  My dryer is in the basement.  The old dryer had a loud buzzer that I could actually hear and respond to; taking my clothes out, before they became wrinkled.

     I wish the manufacturer had asked me about the chime before they produced the new dryers.  I would have told them to put an optional chime or buzzer switch on them. 

     Consequently, what beeps, buzzes, or chimes run our lives?  Our list consisted of the coffee pot, the dryer, the microwave, alarm clocks, cell phones, and timers for everything.  What beeps, buzzes, or chimes run your life?

DH considers discontinuing Avonex

 

     DH has been on Avonex for many years, since way back when his now secondary progressive MS, was relapsing remitting.  Lately he’s had a terrible time the day after his weekly injection.  That first morning after he’s much weaker, can’t walk, or even sit up and in general, feels like crap.  These are not the flu-like symptoms often connected with the use of Avonex.  He had those in the early days of his Avonex use.  These are different.

     This worries me since Avonex can prevent further damage to the nerves.  However, DH is determined.  He has agreed to discuss this with his neurologist and I plan to be there when he does.  I’ve done tons of research, hit all the MS sites I could find, and yet there is very little information on secondary progressive MS and what can happen if one discontinues the use of Avonex at this stage. 

     I plan to bring a list of questions, what ifs, what we might have to expect if he stops the drug.  I also plan to ask about Fampridine, if the FDA approves it, when it will be available. 

     I would appreciate hearing from people who have secondary progressive MS and their reactions to the information and care they have available.

It’s time for a party.

 

     A few posts back I wrote that I’d party when certain renters moved.  They moved out tonight.  Midnight movers—probably two steps ahead of their landlord.  It’s so quiet around here now that you could hear that proverbial pin drop. 

     I’m calling G tomorrow so we can celebrate together.  Since she lived behind them, she got all the incessant barking dog and kid noise.  Whereas since I live in front of them, I got the dog, kids, and the car stereos blasting so loud they rattled my windows and the gunning of the car engine by the hour at all hours. 

     Pop that champagne cork peace is back again.  Yippee!  Now that’s the way to start the New Year.

     When the landlord rents the place out again I do hope it’s to a nice, quiet family.  People who don’t leave litter everywhere all the time like this last family did.  Speaking of that problem, I hope they took that tire they’ve had out by the curb for months.  If not we’ll put it on the porch and let the landlord worry about it.

Cold weather dogs? No sirree.

 

       How fitting that I have dogs who don’t like the cold.  Bull Terriers are not cold weather dogs.  Believe me the days are very cold right now, colder than we’ve seen in many years.  Neither Gavin nor Patty will tolerate a coat even on the coldest of days.  They give that ‘she’s-crazy if she thinks I’m going to wear that’ look.  

     I’ve never seen either of the pups so quick to go out and come back in.  Miss Patty, of the very thin coat, goes a few yards into the yard, does her business, and comes flying in the back door as if shot from cannon.  Gavin walks only a few feet from the back steps, squats like a puppy and trots back in.  He wants us to think that the cold is no big deal to him.

     Miss Patty heads for DH’s lap or the settee, which is warmed by the radiator behind it.  (Gavin hasn’t discovered that feature yet.)  Gavin wants his chair or my lap, preferably the latter.  I’ve resorted to turning the space heater on for a few hours at night in the kitchen since that’s the coldest room and is where Gavin’s crate is.  Even though his crate is next to the radiator in there, he is noticeably quieter when the space heater is on.  Therefore, I know he’s more comfortable.

What if people hibernated?

 

     I don’t know about you but it’s during cold weather like this when I often wish that we were creatures who hibernate.  No shoveling snow, slip sliding on ice, or braving 40 mph winds to go to the store.  Wouldn’t it be wonderful to crawl into a nice warm bed, pull the covers up, and sleep until spring?  Then we’d wake up slim and ready for warm weather.  

     Yes, I think about these things. 

     I think about this when I’m snuggled deep under my covers.  Warm and snug not wanting to get out of bed knowing that the wind I hear outside is as cold and fierce as it sounds.  Knowing I have to go and face the cold as soon as one of the pups wants out, I want to pull the covers over my head and doze some more.

     Isn’t it spring yet?

It is ccccooold!

 

Grrr, it's freaking cold!

Grrr, It's freaking cold!

 

     It’s cold weather like this that makes me wish for a home on a tropical island.  The pups didn’t want to go out today unless they absolutely HAD to go.  Yeah, it was THAT cold here.  The next few days are supposed to be colder yet. 

     Oh, my dear Canadian friends please keep your arctic air to yourselves.  I don’t want to share.  The 9 degrees predicted for tomorrow is not my idea of nice weather.  Hey, I’m no polar bear. 

     Spring cannot get here fast enough as far as I’m concerned.  We’re supposed to get ten days of BRRRRRRRRRR.  Please, Mother Nature, send that cold back to the frozen north, and let us have some nice 40 degree weather.  I can live with 40 degrees for a few months.

     Poor Miss Patty has a thin coat so she zips outside and back in as fast as her legs can carry her.  Gavin’s coat is thicker, probably because he’s from Nova Scotia, and he’ll take his time.  However, if I have him out, he will hurry because I tell him I’m freezing my buns off and there’s an extra cookie in it if he gets done faster.  Yes, I sink to bribery.

A quiet NYE

 

     We don’t often party we are homebodies.  Occasionally we go out for a NYE celebration.  I am very glad we stayed home last night all snug in the house with the dogs and nothing to do but enjoy watching old Thin Man movies together.  It had snowed off and on all day and then by midnight the snow turned to sleet.  Driving anywhere in that sort of weather, would’ve been no fun at all.

     We shared popcorn with the pups.  They love it, beg for it, and will chase down the tiniest piece.  Neither one is very good at catching.  It’s always good for a giggle or two.  I think it’s a Bull Terrier thing since none of ours have ever been great catchers.

     A little after midnight DH went to bed.  I turned the volume down low on the TV but continued to listen to the Thin Man movies while I worked.  The pups were sleeping.  The house was quiet.  It was a perfect night, an enjoyable night, and a productive night.