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Aug. 2nd, 2018 07:38 pmat least when your damn glasses aren't lying on the floor in pieces:P
It had been a pretty good day up until then. After three days spent mostly tired and mainly in pain from too much weekend warrioring, each of those days with at least one court appearance and Tuesday and Wednesday featuring multiple annoying ones, I got some blissful moments of sleeping-in this morning- almost until 9, for quite possibly the first time since the dog arrived. It's not that she demands attention- Ebony was far needier about being let out and fed in her final months- but she just looks at you, all coquette-ish, and you WANT to get up and give her food and snuggles and walkies.
But after the previous three days, the pain that was still hanging around a bit, and a late (for us) night Wednesday at another Elmwood poetry reading, I managed to get back to sleep after feeding the kitzels and stayed there, weird dreams and all, for close to three more hours. No travel, no court, only one late-morning appointment (and even he didn't show up). The perfect chance to catch up on work and contacts I'd been falling behind on.
Ah, though, falling. As I went to copy documents from one of those catchups, I heard the clinky noise. Sure enough, my glasses had fallen off the desk and been stepped on, just as I ruined my most recent pair around this time last summer. (Still haven't gotten those fixed- they were more delicate and need welding to get them back into place.) Fortunately then, the previous pair from 2012, which I thought I'd lost, I hadn't- Emily had them in my former car and she returned them to me. Also fortunately now, those glasses didn't need to be welded- they just needed to get a screw loose (shut up), and then do some minor mending and they're, if not as good as new, certainly serviceable.
I did resolve to get a new pair this weekend, though, so I'll be prepared for the next disaster- and I'm buying the purchase protection on them.
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I forgot to mention the other day just how much trust we've developed with this dog in two mere months. A few nights ago, we shut things down in the living room and headed to sleep. Usually, she either follows us down the hall or has already decamped on or near a bed- but I didn't see her. Until I checked in the one place I never expected to find her-
This is the crate she stayed in for up to 14 hours at a time when her Veddy Biddy previous humans left her alone that long. She got free run of the house here at first, but after some misunderstandings about potty arrangements we started putting her back in it, although rarely for more than 4-6 hours at a time and never when either of us is home. In recent weeks, she's been incredibly kind to Eleanor (usually the last to leave who gets the job) and has gone in voluntarily, but this is the first time we saw her head in there on her own just because it was warm and cozy and had "her" bed in it.
I usually get home before Eleanor in the afternoons, and sometimes need to go back out. If it's going to be under an hour, I've let her stay out of the crate, so far with no ill effects. In time, it may just become A Place in Her Room in Her House that she can, but doesn't have to, take refuge in.
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Not much else to report, other than Tuesday night bringing us the most lopsided loss in all 55-plus years of New York Mets history- 25-4 by the time it was all said and done. They improved to only a three-run loss yesterday, and now they're back home. I will not be watching, even though my glasses have been fixed;)
It had been a pretty good day up until then. After three days spent mostly tired and mainly in pain from too much weekend warrioring, each of those days with at least one court appearance and Tuesday and Wednesday featuring multiple annoying ones, I got some blissful moments of sleeping-in this morning- almost until 9, for quite possibly the first time since the dog arrived. It's not that she demands attention- Ebony was far needier about being let out and fed in her final months- but she just looks at you, all coquette-ish, and you WANT to get up and give her food and snuggles and walkies.
But after the previous three days, the pain that was still hanging around a bit, and a late (for us) night Wednesday at another Elmwood poetry reading, I managed to get back to sleep after feeding the kitzels and stayed there, weird dreams and all, for close to three more hours. No travel, no court, only one late-morning appointment (and even he didn't show up). The perfect chance to catch up on work and contacts I'd been falling behind on.
Ah, though, falling. As I went to copy documents from one of those catchups, I heard the clinky noise. Sure enough, my glasses had fallen off the desk and been stepped on, just as I ruined my most recent pair around this time last summer. (Still haven't gotten those fixed- they were more delicate and need welding to get them back into place.) Fortunately then, the previous pair from 2012, which I thought I'd lost, I hadn't- Emily had them in my former car and she returned them to me. Also fortunately now, those glasses didn't need to be welded- they just needed to get a screw loose (shut up), and then do some minor mending and they're, if not as good as new, certainly serviceable.
I did resolve to get a new pair this weekend, though, so I'll be prepared for the next disaster- and I'm buying the purchase protection on them.
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I forgot to mention the other day just how much trust we've developed with this dog in two mere months. A few nights ago, we shut things down in the living room and headed to sleep. Usually, she either follows us down the hall or has already decamped on or near a bed- but I didn't see her. Until I checked in the one place I never expected to find her-
This is the crate she stayed in for up to 14 hours at a time when her Veddy Biddy previous humans left her alone that long. She got free run of the house here at first, but after some misunderstandings about potty arrangements we started putting her back in it, although rarely for more than 4-6 hours at a time and never when either of us is home. In recent weeks, she's been incredibly kind to Eleanor (usually the last to leave who gets the job) and has gone in voluntarily, but this is the first time we saw her head in there on her own just because it was warm and cozy and had "her" bed in it.
I usually get home before Eleanor in the afternoons, and sometimes need to go back out. If it's going to be under an hour, I've let her stay out of the crate, so far with no ill effects. In time, it may just become A Place in Her Room in Her House that she can, but doesn't have to, take refuge in.
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Not much else to report, other than Tuesday night bringing us the most lopsided loss in all 55-plus years of New York Mets history- 25-4 by the time it was all said and done. They improved to only a three-run loss yesterday, and now they're back home. I will not be watching, even though my glasses have been fixed;)