Monthly Archives: April 2010
Can two objects occupy the same space?
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Today Gavin proved that the answer to that question is no. How did he prove it? Well, that’s the story for tonight.
I had Gavin out in the yard. He was behaving, sniffing around looking for a place to mark, when the kids across the street began doing a mad dash up and down the sidewalk. Gavin got excited and began to bark at them. Me, being the idiot I am, decided it was time to leash him and take him inside before he became too wound up.
He was standing still at the front fence barking at the kids. I reached for his collar to snap on the leash so I could drag him away from the fence. At that moment he decided to dart to his left. Where was I standing? I was at his left.
Now if you’ve never met a Bull Terrier in person you have no concept of what their heads are like. Think cinder block and you’ll have a decent idea.
Think fast, if I was at his left, and he dashed to his left, can two objects occupy the same space at the same time? The previously mentioned objects being Gavin’s cinder block head and my freaking knee, I say NAY. I also said ouch, and many other words in a sailor’s vernacular that tinged the air around me a lovely, bright shade of blue.
Yeah, go ahead and call me a klutz. You can even call Gavin an idiot for not looking where he was going. Now, if you all will excuse me, I need to pack my knee in ice again.
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How to bathe the dog
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Gorgeous weather today made the pups miserable. Actually it wasn’t the day itself it was what I did to them. Smelly Gavin and stinky Patty got baths. I am on their LIST. After they had their baths and were dry, their majesties did their utmost best to let me know that I’d gone to the top of their LIST. I rose higher on the LIST than squirrels, annoying kids, strange dogs who pee on their fence, and a late dinner.
I did not apologize to them. They reeked and were in dire need of baths. You’d think they’d want to be nice and clean sweet-smelling dogs. Nope, they’d rather smell horrible. It’s a dog thing.
How to bathe Patty: A) Keep her from hiding in either crate by closing the doors. B) Drag her upstairs to the bathroom. C) Lift her 65 lb limp, dead weight into the tub. D) Begin the torture of bathing. E) Spread a towel on the floor, drop a cookie, and back up. F) Dry her. G) Release her from the bathroom to have her karoom down the steps and around the downstairs. H) Crate her with a cookie reward until she’s dry.
How to bathe Gavin: A) Show him a cookie. B) Tell him “Let’s go bed bouncing.” C) Follow him upstairs. D) Throw the cookie into the tub and watch him hop into it. E) Close shower doors so he doesn’t jump back out. F) Begin his torture—you mean get me wet all over? G) Hose him down, get soaked when he shakes. H) Soap him, get soaked when shakes. I) Rinse him, get soaked when he shakes. J) Step back, get soaked when he shakes. K) Dry him, get soaked when shakes. L) Release him from the bathroom. M) Crate him with a cookie. N) Go dry all the walls and the floor of the bathroom. O) Change into dry clothes.
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MIL is home again
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DH reported that he left a very happy mother in her home today. Her dog went berserk when he saw her come in the door. Happy, happy, joy, joy! Little old Lance was about doing doggie cartwheels he was so ecstatic that his Mom was home. MIL was thrilled to have her digs back.
I sent over some homemade frozen meals for her. All she needs to do is pop them in the microwave. Her freezer is loaded, and her fridge is resupplied with all fresh stuff. Her prescriptions are filled. She’s set for a while.
Now we hope we can get back into a normal routine again. She will have a visiting nurse come in occasionally and someone from some agency is stopping in tomorrow to see how she’s settling at home. DH will go over in the mornings and evenings to check on her.
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You will lose pounds and inches in just…
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Yeah, yeah we’ve all watched those advertisements. If I bought every miracle weight reducing, body trimming, tummy-tightening machine that came down the pike my house would explode. Then there are all those miracle weight loss pills, yeah I’d rather toss my money down the toilet it’s just as effective.
What works is less food and more movement. I can tell, now that I’m outside more and working in the garden again, my jeans are starting to fall down. Where did I put that belt? Sweat equity melts off the winter weight.
G and I are starting to do our twice-weekly mile long walks. The pups love that I’m taking them for an evening walk weather permitting. I walk them separately so that means I go twice as far as they do.
Warm weather meals are lighter and contain more fresh veggies and fruit than my winter meals. The last two days I had the grill up and running again so that means less fat too.
DH, otherwise known as Mr. Fluffy since I had to pick him up from the floor last week, will drop a few pounds too.
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Not duck as in dodge. I said Ducks.
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One must seek refuge in simple pleasures when the insanity gets too much. I did that today. I needed a stress reliever. Those who know me know I went out into the gardens and worked. There’s something soothing about digging in the soil and planting things.
I spent several hours weeding and planting. I took a break to feed the dogs and cook dinner for DH and me. Then I went back outside.
Speedy, one of our Koi had made a few spectacular jumps today celebrating the warmth. Therefore, at first, I didn’t think much when I heard a loud splash behind me. I turned to see if she’d jump again. It wasn’t Speedy this time.
My pair of mallards had returned. The female set right to the business of munching algae. The male played look out for her. I went inside to tell DH and grab a slice of bread for them. They looked lovely swimming around in the pond seizing pieces of bread that the Koi didn’t beat them to as it hit the water.
They stayed two hours. Then with a slight flapping of wings, they took off over the fence and were soon out of sight. I hope they come back tomorrow.
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Homeward bound with a slight hitch
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DH claims he’s sane and has the paperwork to prove it. I think that paperwork might need redoing. The hospital is driving him crazy. He’s trying to get his mother released before her benefits run out. They want to add another elderly person to their profit margin.
It is my belief that no hospital, rehab facility, or nursing home should be run for profit. When it comes down to a company’s profit margin, which is what always comes first. Not the patient, not the patient’s family, to heck with the Hippocratic Oath, do no harm, they want money.
The psychiatrist who ‘talked’ to my mother in law today pushed her panic button. He mentioned selling her house.
This poor woman has a not very nice neighbor who has been trying to get her to sell him her house for the last five years. His methods have been heavy handed and, for her, scary. He’s backed off since DH, his best friend, and I had a few conversations with him. We used the words attorney, police, and terroristic threats during our conversations with him. I was not nearly as nice as the men were when I spoke to him. I’ve dealt with too many bullies over the years.
So naturally, when this doctor mentioned selling, her first thought was that the doctor now wanted her house. This put her in panic mode. Do you blame her? It took DH several conversations with the ‘powers that be’ to explain her reaction.
So far, she’s still going home on Saturday.
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