Monthly Archives: March 2017
Sleep is not overrated
When one lacks sleep due to outside influences one can and will become very cranky. AKA the bitch from hell.
Every time I dozed off, a dog, The Curmudgeon, or a noisy car right outside my window managed to wake me.
Needless to say I had a very long night.
What happened to that utopian future to which we looked to with such hope?
In my idealistic youth, I thought when I hit this age our world would be this utopia depicted by fiction writers.
I mean the year 2017 was so far off and strange sounding that it was a time of mythic inventions, miraculous cures for disease, equality for all, and no worries.
Well, it is so far from the truth it is frightening.
Instead we have a rise in bigotry, misogyny, stealth thefts of social security and medical aid by our own government, the EPA raped and pillaged so we can have dirty air and water like we had back in my idealistic youth.
The endangered species act tossed aside so their homes are available for pillaging by land grabbing, greedy people.
People are becoming more violent towards each other because the government aka Twitler, the orange troll, the idiot in charge, The Tweeto Bandito (I love that one) condones it! Hell, the fat man with tiny hands encourages it!
Oh, to be back in my idealistic youth knowing all about what is to come. I’d not do this life over the same way. I’d be hitchhiking to the sweetest, small beach town I could find and make it my home.
Yay, a quiet day.
Gavin had a nice, quiet day.
G had plenty of brotherly help today so I wasn’t needed.
Other than some of his normal whining, The Curmudgeon wasn’t too much of a handful.
Chilly outside so neither dog was too anxious to go out every five minutes like on warm days.
Dinner was simple and tasty so no complaints there.
We had snow flurries arrive in the afternoon.
Another recovery day
This one is not only Gavin’s but I picked up G and brought her home from where she had her second knee surgery.
Once I got her home, her eldest son and her youngest brother took over her care.
Now my BFF has two fake knees. 😉 Six weeks until she’s allowed to drive again. She’s already wishing the time was over.
We’ll celebrate when the doctor releases her to back to normal living.
Day three of Gavin’s recovery
I’m happy to say the day went well. He’s staying quiet and cooperative. It’s a freaking miracle, he’s a Bull Terrier for heaven’s sake.
Had to leave The Curmudgeon in charge for a bit while I made my second run this week to the pharmacy for another of The Curmudgeon’s medications. Both dogs stayed out of trouble. Yay.
Day 2 of Gavin’s recovery…
He’s calm. Sleeping well and doing everything he should.
We have foregone the e-collar for the moment because he’s leaving everything alone. That may change as he heals more and the stitches begin to itch.
So far he is enjoying his pain medications and food, he wants food every minute of the day. He’s afraid we’ll not give him his breakfast again I guess.
Say ‘cookie’ and he’s on you like a shot. LOL
Today’s Tee shirt
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