August 24, 2004
Tuesday Blather
It is so quiet upstairs. Way too quiet. And yet, I find myself unable to get up to investigate. I just hope they keep the damage to under $200.
We returned an hour ago from our usual nursing home visit. Nothing out of the ordinary going on today. I watched Mrs. K. swallow an entire shot glass full of pills. There must have been two dozen assorted tablets. She warned me, "Just you wait...when you get old, you'll be doing this too." Wait? She should see me with the Advil bottle the morning after a rough soccer match.
And speaking of getting old...3-legger turns eight this September. She's still doing fairly well. We're seven months into her predicted "year left to live." I was a little afraid she's make it exactly a year and leave me to try and bury her under five feet of permafrost, but I have since found out the vet's office offers cremation services. I plan to keep her in a little urn on a shelf over the wood stove. Build a little shrine. Unless my car gets stuck in the driveway this winter and I need something for traction.
Oh lighten up.
Ah...screaming. Lots of it. My cue to finish, publish, and go stop the bleeding.
Posted by Cathy at August 24, 2004 12:57 PM