Stuff. And Things. May 17, 2013Posted by Toy Lady in random stuff.
Gosh what a week. What’s today? Thursday? Friday?
Something with a “day” in it, anyway – I know that.
You’d never know I took a couple of vacation days this week, would you? I mean, I should have the house spotless, fancy meals, flowers planted, and, of course, blog posts written. Quality blog posts, even.
Of course, Sunday was Mother’s Day, and I started my day with a text message to the Boy:
Hey, where’s my flowers at???
I like to try to be hip when I talk to the younger generation, you know?
Of course, the fact that I didn’t even attempt to phone MY mother until later in the afternoon is completely irrelevant. I just assumed she was busy, what with 3 other kids AND several grandchildren . . .
And then, when I DID
remember plan to call her, well, the phone rang and it was Peeps’s mom calling me.
See, Peeps’s mom was scheduled for surgery this week, and she’s been gradually getting more and more freaked out about it. It seems that, just because something’s “routine surgery” – well, that doesn’t mean it’s routine for the person getting cut open. By the time I got off the phone, I guess I’d had enough mothers for one day.
That, and I completely forgot to call my own mother. On Mother’s Day.
I did call her the next day, explained WHY I hadn’t called, and apologized profusely. But still.
So, I took a couple of days off so I could take my time planting the garden, rather than trying to get it all in the ground at once.
And all weekend, through Monday, it was cold and rainy, and I was NOT about to play around out in the dirt in that kind of weather.
Then we woke up Tuesday morning to a nice, sparkly frost. Dandy.
Fortunately, though, I hadn’t actually planted anything finicky yet, so the tomatoes, basil, and green beans were all safe, so I spent the better part of Tuesday morning planting the entire garden in one day. We’d better not get any more frost, that’s all I’m saying.
Peeps’s mom had her surgery, and she came through it just fine, though she’s pretty uncomfortable – between the stitches and the fact that, as of last night she still had to be escorted to the bathroom, well, let’s just say that she’s NOT a happy camper.
Oh, and speaking of bathrooms.
Yikes – the the Big Lug seems to have picked up some sort of stomach bug or something. We typically go through this once or twice a year. I guess that’s what happens when he’s such a delicate little flower, huh? We had him at the vet’s office last week, and all was well, then we started him back on his flea treatment (which he gets every month during the warmer months, so I doubt it’s that) and we changed his antihistamines (poor thing, he’s a mess in the spring!), but THAT shouldn’t have anything to do with anything. And I know he hasn’t eaten any dead things on our walks, because we’ve gotten the “drop it” cue down. He “drops it” like a pro now – even squirrel jerky!
Or course, that’s not to say he didn’t grab something small and single-bite-sized at some point, or even find a stashed bone in the back yard that might have been a little past its prime. . . regardless, after Peeps came home from visiting his mom in the hospital on his way home from work to find an “accident” – well, after that, we decided that he could fast last night.
Do you know difficult it is to fast a dog when it’s dinnertime and he’s following you around the house pointing at the clock and reminding you that he hasn’t eaten? So he got a piece of bread, soaked in chicken broth, and THAT was IT. And this morning, he got half kibble, half plain white rice.
So far so good. . .
Oh, and speaking of fasting, I’m back on the weight-loss thing. I was doing so well before, and, I don’t know, I guess I lost momentum.
What really happened was that I got darn sick and tired of tracking every stupid bite of food.
But anyway, I’m back, and I’ve been losing about 2 pounds a week for the past, er, two weeks.
It’s something. My doctor set me up with an appointment with a nutritionist next week – oh goody.
Oh, and speaking of doctors.
My mother has an appointment at the hospital here in town tomorrow, and she may or may not end up being admitted. Hopefully not, because it’s not even the same hospital that Peeps’s mom is in, and I’m sorry, but I’ve got to draw the line somewhere – I am NOT visiting TWO mothers in TWO different hospitals in the same day.
Of course, you know I will if I have to, but I won’t like it.
So . . what’ve you all been up to?