That’s right! My landlord! I’ll spare you the in between but here’s the scoop: she is going to fix everything before the weekend is over. The plumber was here this morning at 8 am and fixed our sink, the second bathroom toilet, and the refrigerator. We went ahead and woke up too and started some house fixing of our own. We hung curtains and blinds and Neil organized the second bedroom (aka the playroom/his room) closet. I made lasagna for dinner and settled down to read and watch some TV.
I started watching Gilmore girls again. I do this about every 6 months or so. It’s the only series I’ve been able to watch over and over again and never get tired of it. I think it’s because I want to be Lorelei. Either one, you pick. I love them both.
I also took the puppies on a walk through our neighborhood for the first time. They did so well! I was surprised actually because Aly usually gets too overzealous and pulls at the lead trying to runs ahead. Ben, however, just does not get the leash. Something else he doesn’t get is the harness. He feels like he can’t move in it. It’s funny at times but annoying when I’m trying to take him on a walk. I tug and tug and he just sits there. Ugh. Anyway they each got about 15 minutes meaning I got 30 minutes! I think that counts for exercise? No? Alright…
So she’s painting the woodwork tomorrow while Neil and I are gone to Paducah. Yay painted woodwork and yay Paducah! I haven’t been in almost a month. Oh wow. I think that’s the longest I’ve ever been away. Neil is off all day – I know, it’s crazy! – and doesn’t work until 2pm on Saturday so we decided to go spend some quality time with our family. I think we may see a movie tomorrow night as well. Saturday morning he’s play golf with the boys in his family while I….I don’t know what I’ll do. Possibly sleep. LOL! I haven’t gotten to do much of that lately.
Saturday afternoon we’ll come home – yea I said it – and I’ll read some more I’m sure. Hopefully I’ll get to see Megan. For the first week or so I saw her everyday then the second week I saw here every other day. This week? I haven’t seen her since Sunday at lunch. We’re both really busy and it’s no one’s fault but I miss her. Sunday we’re heading to the lake for Labor Day. I have missed the lake SO MUCH! Not just the lake house, but everything about the area. I never thought I’d feel this way. Hopefully the feeling will diminish over time because it weighs heavy on my heart.
OH! I forgot to mention this but Tuesday night Aly got hurt. Again. I swear that dog is so accident prone! While outside she went through a tiny hole in the chain link fence in the back of our yard. When I saw her do this I called her to come back, yelled really, and all of the sudden I heard her practically screaming and then the next few seconds were a blur. I remember running up and down the fence, trying to get to her. I kept calling her name while she kept screaming. Finally, after what seemed like minutes, she came through the hole and ran to me, still crying. It was dark out so I couldn’t see what was wrong – I thought maybe the neighbor cat had gotten her – but after I carried her inside and sat her on the couch I saw it. A one inch cut on the top of her tiny tiny head. I yelled for Neil to come here and I got down closer to look at the wound. Poor baby. She’d stopped crying but was shaking and whining at her daddy. He was holding her still while I examined her. Nothing else seemed to be the matter but the cut enough was bad. It wasn’t bleeding heavily – there aren’t many blood vessel in the skin covering the skull – so I could clearly see that it was all three skin layers deep. I could see the membrane that covers the outside of the skull.
It was midnight so I couldn’t call the vet, anyway I knew what they would tell me to do. I steri-stripped her skin closed and spent a while calming her down. She didn’t act like she was in much pain so we went to sleep. I didn’t sleep much at all that night. I kept waking up to check on her. I woke up Wednesday morning at 7:30am and took her to the vet. I picked her up after school, 5 stitches in her tiny tiny head. She’s all good now. The wound doesn’t seem to bother her and it’s healing nicely, but wow. In a month’s time she’s cost us over $1,000 in vet bills. But more than that, she’s scared me half to death. Being so close to losing her has made me realize how much I love her. It’s unreal. I know she’s just a dog and dogs are pets but she’s more than that to me. Her and Ben are my babies. I can’t imagine how I’m going to react when she dies. I just hope it’s a long long time from now.
