Sometimes the nicest things are the goofiest.
David did not feel well, he stayed home and in bed resting. On my way home I picked up Indian food. When I got home we had a picnic in bed, all cuddled in eating tikka masala and veggie vindaloo and papri chat.
And this picnic was a testament to ghengis’ good behavior. A year ago he would hae ripped the bed apart to get the food, today he employed the more subtle “cute little fella” face.
Is a nice kind of date to have with someone.
spaced
this is my evening…
“hey I should…” 10 minutes later “what? maybe dinner?”…15 minutes later…”DOG!”…
I need some sort of hard core ritalin or cocaine or something. I just wasted 20 minutes staring at the little table by the door. Not staring and thinking “what I would like to do with the table is…” or “I wonder if *censored* are still in the drawer from way back when” or even “The stupidest thing I can do is put a flat receptacle near the mail slot because it becomes my mail depository for months at a time”. No, looking and thinking would be slightly more productive than looking and suddenly realizing 2o minutes have passed.
Another doctor’s appointment today. This time we celebrated the charmed life my bladder leads! Oh bladder, how I love thee. Since this is a new doctor I had to fill her in on my bladderial history, even telling her that while I was not a doctor, I usually get 7-10 days a Cipro and not a mere 3 as at this point my bladder looks at 3 days of Cipro like a passing joke.
We talked about other things and the doctor sent me away with more prescriptions (I could open my own Walgreens in my bathroom!) and I was on my way. Sort of. I almost drove to my old house.
I’m pretty sure this is what senility feels like, and you know what? I can see the upside.
Maybe I’ll go take a nap.
The must always be a downside
The problem with loving to cook is that it messes up the kitchen and I must clean again before I can cook again. Though, to be honest, I’ve been so uninspired lately I don’t even feel like cooking but everything needs to be cleaned and put away and so that and laundry, those are my tasks. Then maybe some dinner.
The problem with crocheting is that the yarn cost so very much. Certainly, you can buy cheap yarn, but…eeeuw, you can tell. I’m starting a crochet class tomorrow, not that I need much in the way of instruction but I absolutely need to start getting out of the house in the winter. I get so insular in the dark of winter and it makes me crazy. SO i figure I’ll take this class, it’s something I know I’m pretty good at so I don’t have to worry about feeling stupid or discouraged and it’s not really a class anyway, more of a get together of old lady crocheters giving advice. I like the old lady aspect of it all, just low key and comfortable.
The problem with giving the dog toys that he loves it that he shows his love for the toys by tearing them open and pulling the guts out. I’m hardly one to tell my dog how to play with his toys, they’re his and he can do as he pleases with them. Sadly, he doesn’t really understand the concept of cleaning up after himself. Aw well, if that’s the worst downside of it all, then I’m not doing too bad.
Actually, there’s Maddie’s face, that’s gonna be an issue. The cuts are mostly superficial and they’ll heal in time. I spent some time on the phone with the vet and we tried to figure out if this was an issue that can be handled with more obedience training, or does she need a behaviorist or do we just not introduce her to situations that we know are going to set her off? It’s a tough call. Anyone who spends 2 minutes with Maddie knows she is the sweetest little dog in the world, I know she would follow me into hell if I had to go (ghengis, not so much, he’d stand at the edge of hell and watch me go then go find a stinky dinosaur). She’s loyal and sweet and protective, but she’s also a thug and she’s going to get seriously hurt someday.
So, I’ve got dishes to do and chicken to cook up and laundry to fold. Exciting? oh yeah.
the inevitable bloodbath
As we know, Maddie has some thuggish tendencies when we go to the dog park. Usually we can distract her enough to get her out of these situations and usually most dogs don’t want to fight.
Tonight Maddie finally got her ass kicked, she’s got probably 7 or 8 little bloody cuts on her face, including a puncture that goes through her ear. I cleaned her off and put ointment on everything and lectured her, “see, this is what happens when you provoke dogs to fight. This is not how I want to spend my sunday evening, cleaning your wounds. Do you think I like doing this?” and so on.
She was incredibly calm the whole time. I think she just liked the attention. The worst part of this whole ordeal is Ghengis saw Maddie fighting this dog and had to jump in. Ghengis is not a big dog and certainly not a fighter at all. While unhurt, he got his ass kicked and squealed like a little girl. I don’t want Ghengis fighting just because he sees Maddie doing it.
So, instead of enrolling Ghengis in obedience classes this month, I guess Maddie will be going. Ghengis is just a jovial jackass, but Maddie is actually going to get hurt.
Let’s see…in other news
David came home last night and there was much rejoicing and celebration!
I made rosemary garlic foccacia in the bread machine and then cinnamon rolls for breakfast. I had hoped to also make some pumpkin bread but I’m not sure if I’ll get that in tonight.
I finished one crochet motif and I am working on another now, then I’ll work on the scarf.
I lost the cord to my camera so the process of downloading pics to my machine has me pulling the card from my camera and sticking it in his and downloading from there. I guess i need to get a card reader or a new cord or something. I should probably get the cord so I can still print directly from the camera. I hate when I lose things like this. I haven’t seen anything suspect in the dog’s poop so I’m at a loss.
And with that, I will bid you a good night.
grumble grumble
I have been working on a crochet motif for a week now (a motif is kinda like a doily, but made of yarn, not thread and usually combined with other motifs for a blanket or sewn onto things as decoration). Thing is, as I work on this thing my stictches become cleaner and my tension tighter and the individual petals or spokes of this thing (a lazy wheel motif) become smaller.
I have ripped this thing out and re-started it 4 times now. Part of me wants to move on to my next project (a scarf) but part of me wants to get this right. I’m not a perfectionist by any stretch of the imagination, I often find little mistakes in my work and keep them there as I think they make the piece more personal.
But I want to be able to do this right. Maintaining consistent tension in a piece is really important, especially if I decide to make a sweater for someone.
The other frustration is that i make things all the time and i always forget to take pictures of what I made. I produced a bunch of scarves for christmas and gave them all away before I thought to take pictures. Dammit. Hell, I was going through a pattern book and saw a pattern for a baby blanket that i made once and for the life of me i could not remember who I gave it to. So, if you ever received a seafoam or minty green ripple pattern baby blanket from me, let me know.