Showing posts with label 2013. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 2013. Show all posts
Saturday, February 08, 2014
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Mouse's last day
When I got home from work Tuesday night and Mouse didn't greet me at the door, I knew something was wrong. When I went into the living room and found him wedged in a corner and stuck in a pile of poop, I knew it was time. I helped him up and outside, did a quick cleanup and went to let him back in, only to discover he'd fallen again because his back legs wouldn't support him. I got him in, but he didn't want to settle on his bed, so I checked it and discovered it was soaked with urine. That was when I called the vet and scheduled the appointment.
I spent as much time as I could with him that evening, petting him, talking to him, scritching behind his marvelous, soft ears. Little Miss Piggie Pie demanded her share of the attention, of course, but I managed to send her off with a toy. I sang his song to him, and fed him treats, and tried my best to let him know that I loved him.
Wednesday morning I got up, helped Mouse outside, gave him his pain pill and settled him back on a clean bed. Then I called off work, and the two co-workers with whom I spoke were very sweet and sympathetic. I did some work for Mom I'd brought home, and eventually it was time to get dressed and go to the vet. I discovered that Mouse had once more lost control, and frankly, given what all is in my trash can right now, I'm glad it's freezing here.
The vet had squeezed us in after a surgery, since they were closing early, so Mouse and I waiting in the surgery prep room while the doctor finished up surgery on a Goldendoodle. The vet tech I spoke with claims that Goldendoodles get stupidity from Goldens and bad hair from Poodles. Mouse wanted to leave, and it broke my heart to see him trying to walk out and knowing that he wasn't leaving ever again. I petted him and cuddled him and told him how very much he'd meant to me, and finally it was time.
Dr. Mark came in, and I helped the vet tech get Mouse to lie down, and then I petted his head and crooned silly things to him and stayed with him until he was gone. Then I took off his collar, said my goodbyes to the hospital staff, came home and cuddled Little Miss.
Mouse was with me such a short time, but he was so sweet and silly that I couldn't help but love him. I'm glad I got him his own set of bowls so he didn't have to eat from hand-me-downs, I'm glad I got to see him bounce like a low-rider, I'm glad he got one last snow and one last visit from Mallie, and despite the sadness I'm feeling, I'm glad he could come to live with me.
The name on his records is Amos, and sometimes I called him Mouse, or Amouse, or Amoos,e or Mr. Mouse, or Mr. Moose, but I always used his "real name" when I sang to him. It's probably blasphemous, but I don't care--just replace one word in the following song with my dog's name, and you'll know what I sang:
I spent as much time as I could with him that evening, petting him, talking to him, scritching behind his marvelous, soft ears. Little Miss Piggie Pie demanded her share of the attention, of course, but I managed to send her off with a toy. I sang his song to him, and fed him treats, and tried my best to let him know that I loved him.
Wednesday morning I got up, helped Mouse outside, gave him his pain pill and settled him back on a clean bed. Then I called off work, and the two co-workers with whom I spoke were very sweet and sympathetic. I did some work for Mom I'd brought home, and eventually it was time to get dressed and go to the vet. I discovered that Mouse had once more lost control, and frankly, given what all is in my trash can right now, I'm glad it's freezing here.
The vet had squeezed us in after a surgery, since they were closing early, so Mouse and I waiting in the surgery prep room while the doctor finished up surgery on a Goldendoodle. The vet tech I spoke with claims that Goldendoodles get stupidity from Goldens and bad hair from Poodles. Mouse wanted to leave, and it broke my heart to see him trying to walk out and knowing that he wasn't leaving ever again. I petted him and cuddled him and told him how very much he'd meant to me, and finally it was time.
Dr. Mark came in, and I helped the vet tech get Mouse to lie down, and then I petted his head and crooned silly things to him and stayed with him until he was gone. Then I took off his collar, said my goodbyes to the hospital staff, came home and cuddled Little Miss.
Mouse was with me such a short time, but he was so sweet and silly that I couldn't help but love him. I'm glad I got him his own set of bowls so he didn't have to eat from hand-me-downs, I'm glad I got to see him bounce like a low-rider, I'm glad he got one last snow and one last visit from Mallie, and despite the sadness I'm feeling, I'm glad he could come to live with me.
The name on his records is Amos, and sometimes I called him Mouse, or Amouse, or Amoos,e or Mr. Mouse, or Mr. Moose, but I always used his "real name" when I sang to him. It's probably blasphemous, but I don't care--just replace one word in the following song with my dog's name, and you'll know what I sang:
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Sunday, October 06, 2013
My groundhog's back!
And she is driving Little Miss Piggie Pie crazy. :D
Checking to see if the coast is clear!
Ignoring the stupid dog...
still ignoring...
heading out after a hour or so of noshing.
Super Saturday
Mom picked me up at 9:30, and we went to the Ohio Mart at Stan Hywet. The gate didn't open until 10, and we got there at 9:45, but instead of sitting in the nice dry car, Mom wanted to go stand in the wet grass by the gate. So we did, and I started my looking and shopping with damp feet. :P
As always, there were many lovely things to look at, and I totally lost my heart to a panel that was a wood-burned picture of Severance Hall over stained glass and a whole collection of adorable Christmas and Halloween houses made of paper. I found Christmas presents for my nieces, for Mallie & Jay, and for myself I got some dark chocolate with pumpkin pie spice and three used books. Mom met the brain behind Thistle Dew, and got some of her gorgeous Soap in a Coat* for holiday gifts. I met the woman who owns the new candle store on the upper end of my street and found out why the store is always closed when I drive past and found out when it is open. We looked at, but did not buy, jewelry made by crocheting wire, faux concrete garden decor and lots and lots of other things I would happily have spent a fortune on.
Oddly enough, we didn't see anyone either of us knew this year. Usually we get stopped by someone who knows Mom, most often a former client or a former student. It's a good thing we didn't, because it was very warm, and while I might not have any new lesions, I do still have MS, and I was a sweaty, red-faced mess by the time we finished at 12:30. We got Kettle Corn for Dad and The Awesome Nacho on the way out, and then Mom asked if we could please go to lunch at Aladdin's. I was reluctant because of the aforementioned red-and-sweatiness, but we went and had a quick but nice lunch. Mom dropped me off at home and I had a shower and then took a nap.
When I woke up, I fed the dogs, got dressed and headed to Casa de Senior Jammies for dinner with the family. Mom made a wonderful dinner as always--standing rib, roasted green beans, garlic mashed potatoes, salad and corn. Before dinner, I learned that a bear had attacked my brother's family**, resulting in a burn on Lady Margo, a broken pinkie for Jeeves and a sprained toe for The Awesome Nacho. They had quite an eventful week! Jeeves requested that someone get him a beer while he was getting some medical tape out of the car for the Nacho, so I got one and even opened it. I handed it to him when he came in, and the following dialogue took place:
Jeeves: "Oh, you got me a beer--how nice! Thank you."
Jammies: "You're welcome."
Jeeves: "Where's the glass?"
Jammies: "Bite me."
The Nacho, from the family room sofa: "Did she just say bite me?"
During dinner, we talked of shoes and ships and sealing wax, but got on to the subject of glasses, and Jeeves mentioned that he needs reading glasses and he's noticed that his distance vision isn't as good as it used to be. Dad took him into the kitchen to try the eye chart on the pocket door***. The verdict was that Jeeves needs bifocals, and after he moaned a bit about getting old, I reminded him that my baby brotheris balding has a very high forehead and now my middle little brother needs bifocals, so however old he got, I'd always be older. :P I also stunned him with how close I had to get to the eye chart to read it without my glasses.
The original plan for Saturday night was to attend the Hudson High School Parade of Bands, but given a very busy morning for all of us except Dad, that was given up. When I left, Jeeves had gotten out the movie screen and was lobbying hard for an actual slideshow to give his boys the full experience, complete with the smell of burning dust, the click of the projector, the sight of a few slide in upside down and the potential for jumping in their seats at the noise of a bulb burning out. I just hugged everyone and headed home.
*Soap in a Coat is a handmade lavender soap covered in hand-felted wool for both scrubbing and bubbling.
**No actual bears were involved, but it makes a better story.
***No, I do not know why my father put up an eye chart on the back of a pocket door. He's weird.
As always, there were many lovely things to look at, and I totally lost my heart to a panel that was a wood-burned picture of Severance Hall over stained glass and a whole collection of adorable Christmas and Halloween houses made of paper. I found Christmas presents for my nieces, for Mallie & Jay, and for myself I got some dark chocolate with pumpkin pie spice and three used books. Mom met the brain behind Thistle Dew, and got some of her gorgeous Soap in a Coat* for holiday gifts. I met the woman who owns the new candle store on the upper end of my street and found out why the store is always closed when I drive past and found out when it is open. We looked at, but did not buy, jewelry made by crocheting wire, faux concrete garden decor and lots and lots of other things I would happily have spent a fortune on.
Oddly enough, we didn't see anyone either of us knew this year. Usually we get stopped by someone who knows Mom, most often a former client or a former student. It's a good thing we didn't, because it was very warm, and while I might not have any new lesions, I do still have MS, and I was a sweaty, red-faced mess by the time we finished at 12:30. We got Kettle Corn for Dad and The Awesome Nacho on the way out, and then Mom asked if we could please go to lunch at Aladdin's. I was reluctant because of the aforementioned red-and-sweatiness, but we went and had a quick but nice lunch. Mom dropped me off at home and I had a shower and then took a nap.
When I woke up, I fed the dogs, got dressed and headed to Casa de Senior Jammies for dinner with the family. Mom made a wonderful dinner as always--standing rib, roasted green beans, garlic mashed potatoes, salad and corn. Before dinner, I learned that a bear had attacked my brother's family**, resulting in a burn on Lady Margo, a broken pinkie for Jeeves and a sprained toe for The Awesome Nacho. They had quite an eventful week! Jeeves requested that someone get him a beer while he was getting some medical tape out of the car for the Nacho, so I got one and even opened it. I handed it to him when he came in, and the following dialogue took place:
Jeeves: "Oh, you got me a beer--how nice! Thank you."
Jammies: "You're welcome."
Jeeves: "Where's the glass?"
Jammies: "Bite me."
The Nacho, from the family room sofa: "Did she just say bite me?"
During dinner, we talked of shoes and ships and sealing wax, but got on to the subject of glasses, and Jeeves mentioned that he needs reading glasses and he's noticed that his distance vision isn't as good as it used to be. Dad took him into the kitchen to try the eye chart on the pocket door***. The verdict was that Jeeves needs bifocals, and after he moaned a bit about getting old, I reminded him that my baby brother
The original plan for Saturday night was to attend the Hudson High School Parade of Bands, but given a very busy morning for all of us except Dad, that was given up. When I left, Jeeves had gotten out the movie screen and was lobbying hard for an actual slideshow to give his boys the full experience, complete with the smell of burning dust, the click of the projector, the sight of a few slide in upside down and the potential for jumping in their seats at the noise of a bulb burning out. I just hugged everyone and headed home.
*Soap in a Coat is a handmade lavender soap covered in hand-felted wool for both scrubbing and bubbling.
**No actual bears were involved, but it makes a better story.
***No, I do not know why my father put up an eye chart on the back of a pocket door. He's weird.
Sunday, September 29, 2013
Yup yup still alive in here!
There hasn't been much that's both noteworthy and post-to-the-blog-worthy lately. Little Miss Piggie Pie is still a brat but a very sweet one, Mouse is doing amazingly well for a nearly 14 year-old Lab, work is good, the family is good bar some health issues, and I am fine.
Of course, the more interesting work is the less I can talk about it, but Mom gave me a raise for my part-time gig. :) Oh, and my MRI on Thursday showed no new lesions, which given that I've been off the Copaxone for over three years is pretty damn impressive. The lesions I do have are inactive, so basically the MS is in remission, which is good enough for me.
The best and biggest news is that Mallie is coming to visit with me for a weekend in November! Maybe we'll have a birthday party for Mouse. Or maybe we'll just eat good food, read books and yak.
Of course, the more interesting work is the less I can talk about it, but Mom gave me a raise for my part-time gig. :) Oh, and my MRI on Thursday showed no new lesions, which given that I've been off the Copaxone for over three years is pretty damn impressive. The lesions I do have are inactive, so basically the MS is in remission, which is good enough for me.
The best and biggest news is that Mallie is coming to visit with me for a weekend in November! Maybe we'll have a birthday party for Mouse. Or maybe we'll just eat good food, read books and yak.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Busy day
Since today was the only day in all of July & August Mom & I could work together, I was at her house and working on accountings at 8 a.m. I also took my laundry, because my dryer has had it, and the eggs and coconut to make macaroons. Mom & I worked steadily until 11, then I took a break to bake. Unfortunately, Mom was out of sugar, so I had to run up to the grocery store, but I still got 4 dozen macaroons done in time for a late lunch. Then I went back to my computer and got the forms done for her to take in and file tomorrow. Then I ran out of energy, loaded up the car and came home and took a nap.
The macaroons are for a Probate Court tradition--each person brings treats for everyone else on his or her birthday. It's certainly practical, because no one person gets stuck repeatedly baking cakes or cookies or buying bagels. Mom says it's just like hobbits giving presents to others. Since the judge is allergic to wheat, macaroons are perfect. Any vegans in the office can just suck it, however. :P
My dryer is 47 years old, and despite a nagging feeling of disloyalty, my sheets were so hot when I took them out last week that I finally decided to bite the bullet and just replace it. It's had at least two new motors, several full clean-outs, and two years ago, Dad removed the drum and re-painted the inside. So it's time. I got a no-frills dryer from Lowe's, and they're going to call me about delivery.
Both of my brothers called to wish me a happy birthday, and that just put the cap on my day. Now I'm going to go take a cool shower and read the book Mom loaned me.
The macaroons are for a Probate Court tradition--each person brings treats for everyone else on his or her birthday. It's certainly practical, because no one person gets stuck repeatedly baking cakes or cookies or buying bagels. Mom says it's just like hobbits giving presents to others. Since the judge is allergic to wheat, macaroons are perfect. Any vegans in the office can just suck it, however. :P
My dryer is 47 years old, and despite a nagging feeling of disloyalty, my sheets were so hot when I took them out last week that I finally decided to bite the bullet and just replace it. It's had at least two new motors, several full clean-outs, and two years ago, Dad removed the drum and re-painted the inside. So it's time. I got a no-frills dryer from Lowe's, and they're going to call me about delivery.
Both of my brothers called to wish me a happy birthday, and that just put the cap on my day. Now I'm going to go take a cool shower and read the book Mom loaned me.
Monday, July 08, 2013
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