I took Frodo the Wonder Dog to the vet on Monday to get her rabies vaccination, but I changed that to a regular vet visit when I noticed that her ears looked bad...and she had been seeming mopey. She had a slight fever, irritated eyes, and inflamed ears. So, $75 later, we came home with antibiotics and Prednisone for pooches, and no shots. The vaccinations will come in two weeks when we return to the vet. (She's allergic, so has to be watched for several hours after vaccination.) The good news is that the Frodog had lost two pounds since her last visit. (She needs to lose another 5-10 more.) The doc told me that Frodo would seem hungry and thirsty, but that I wasn't to feed her more--just make sure she had lots of water. I didn't notice anything different in her behavior--until today. Today, she has become a ravenous food whore who has followed me virtually EVERYWHERE in the house, every time I move, hoping that I will provide food! (It sounds funny, but I was getting seriously tired of it!) The vet is concerned about food allergies with her, telling me to abstain from giving her table food, etc. Well! Good luck with that! After meals, food must be put up immediately--and I mean put UP because the dog will pull down dishes that are anywhere close to the edge of the counter or table. If plates are left on the table, the chairs have to be pushed in all the way or Fro will be on top of the table the instant one's back is turned. The grandkids have to guard their snacks like hawks! I finally relented this evening and gave the dog a "snack" of 1/2 cup of dry dog food, just to stave her off. Geez!
I worked all day today on laundry. It's a quest. Laundry for four people (two of whom come back from day care absolutely FILTHY from playing in the pea gravel at Ms. Shelly's) isn't all that big a deal, except that it all has to be folded/hung and put away....or else it becomes clutter--and it's never done! Putting it in the washer and dryer is the easy part. When I did laundry for Nathan and Meg in the old days, there wasn't a single sock or shirt or pair of pants that came out of the dryer right-side-out. At least now, Meg has learned to put stuff in the hamper in the condition it should come out of the dryer...and it helps a lot! I'm just enough of a perfectionist to want the laundy all caught up at once. Unreasonable, I know. As I said, it's a quest.
Robin misses her daddy. It's not visible during the week, but on Thursday nights, she is scurrying around making him pictures and gathering things to take to him. The other day, she told me that she wished everyone she loved lived in the same house with her. It's tough. Ryan, on the other hand, doesn't exhibit the same need--but he's still only 3. He lives in a world filled with women, at this point. He loves his mommy, but he is very much a boy and needs more male attention. (Daddy and Grandpa--are you listening?) I am going to suggest some weekend trade-offs--where the children are split for a weekend so each can have some uninterrupted one-on-one with both parents. Don't know how the suggestion will be met...
And now for the It's Hell to Get Old Department: I sat down in my computer chair early this morning and felt something strange. It seemed to move! I jumped up and messed up my ankle, somehow...wondering what I had sat on! (Turned out to be the TV remote control.) A week or so ago, I was mowing the lawn. A car came around the corner. It seemed like something was approaching me unannounced. I flinched...scared me to death...like a person was there. Ugh! One of my ham friends launched in a downpour yesterday to close car windows and ended up on the pavement, face first. He'll be getting over that for awhile...
I feel somewhat useless in radio and in life. There aren't enough hours in the day!