Saturday, June 15, 2013
I was a very bad Human this week. Miss Missy was in bad need of a hair cut and getting her nails clipped. Neither of which I can do myself. I made her an appointment at the local doggy spa for the full treatment, had Golan move her seat belt thingy to the front seat, and somehow got both of us in the car. She was just fine riding along, then, she balked at getting out with a perfect stranger. SHe did not want to go. I did wait until she was out of sight before driving away to get the a/c in the car it's annual dose of cooling gas. That done, I went back to wait for her. Thing is, I can't get into that shop on any of my wheely things. The step is just too high. Had I been able, would have gone in and waited downstairs where she could hear me, if not see me. As that can't be done..................When she came out the door nd saw the car waiting for her, she literally pulled her escort to her door and flew in when it was opened. Poor little thing couldn't get close enough to me. I hugged her and petted her until she calmed down enough for me to put her seat belt thingy on and she got as close to my driving arm as she could and I could still drive. She stopped shivering after a few minutes, but looked very confused when I turned into the Mickey D's drive in to get her an ice cream cone. Ragamuffin and Pegasus loved this part of their spa days and scarfed their cones down in record time. Miss Missy was not having any of it, and refused to even taste that lovely vanilla cone. I tried and trying to conjol her into taking just one lick, even showed her how, but she wasn't about to budge. She was not going to let me off that easy. No ice cream bribe for her! When we got home, and out of the car, she went nuts and pulled on my arm just as I went around the corner with the stone wall and I got the scooter stuck on it for the second time thus year! Serves me right for what I did to her. So, I called Golan nad he came running to get us free of that wall, and she was all over him in a flash. He took her in the house, then, came back to free me nad Harley from the stone wall. Once I was in, and Golan was ready to leave after yet another successful heroic rescue, she danced around him in an attempt to make him stay. I think it was her way of showing me that I was not yet forgiven.I'm not quite sure that I have been forgiven yet. She is still a bit aloof, in spite of having gotten two huge steak bones. I think I'm going to make a "Miss MIssy Ice cram Day" once a month and take her for a car ride to get her one. At the least it will get her used to going in the car with me nad not being dropped off only to wonder id she is being abandoned yet again by her human.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Tuesday, March 26, 2013
Friday, February 22, 2013
Tuesday, February 12, 2013
Saturday, October 20, 2012
The last week and a half has been a bit weird, even for me. About a week ago, I developed a cough that had a somewhat usual effect on someone with a stroke damaged bladder. Urine started escaping every time I coughed, so I took to wearing adult diapers and taking cough syrup. Then, on Thursday the escaping urine turned into blood. Uh oh. Not being one to panic, I just asked Mr. Google to tell me if what I thought it might be was possible, and sure enough it was! I had been taking way too much rat poison by accident, I had pulled muscles from coughing, and that stroke damaged bladder. I immediately stopped taking the rat poison (coumadin), and figured out a way to keep the Israeli 'diapers' in place. It was truly a bloody mess around here. Luckily the worst was over the weekend. By Monday it was over. The next step was to organize a shower. I planned the shower around my cleaning lady's times, and turned on the solar water heater's electric booster. She is supposed to come at 0900, So, of course she showed up at 0645. So much for my plan. I had a feeling that I wanted someone else here while I showered. A little before 0830, Golan wandered in and I decided the electric booster had been on long enough. Into the shower I went. I had to ask Golan to close the sliding door for me, then, I got in, and scrubbed myself down. The cleaning lady left just as I was going in,but Golan was still here, or so I thought. I got out, and into my 'shirt', and discovered that the sliding door wouldn't open because it fell off it's roller.There I sat in the bathroom with no way out and no phone. Now what? There IS another door to the bathroom from the living room but it's blocked on the living room side by a massive pile of junk. Don't ask how, but I did get it open and tossed all the junk into the living room, and with the help of the floor washing squeegee's wooden handle somehow got to the recliner in the living room. How I did that is a mystery to everyone who knows Gimp House and it's gimp (me).Ok, I'm out but my wheely was not. Now to get to a phone. for that I needed to get to my bed. To that end I scootched the recliner to the entrance of my bedroom, and somehow got to the bed, then, on it. I called Golan and I swear he broke every land speed sprint record getting here. Bless him. He went out to my car to get the tools he needed to sort that sliding door's slider, put all the junk back where it had been, and rescued the wheely. I took a pain med because my usual hurts had aches and pains. I ended up staying in bed rather that going out and doing what I had taken the shower before doing. That was Wednesday. on Thursday I still didn't feel like going out, so I finally went out on Friday because I was expecting something I'd ordered from the States to arrive. It did in fact arrive so I went to the post office to collect it, then to look for a cordless phone that I can take with when showering I not only found one, I found a purple one. I skipped the things I had showered for as Friday is not a good day for either thing. I'll just do them on Sunday.
That was one insane week and a half. I'm not at all sure how I made it, but I did. I really don't know when or if I'll post next.........
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Amazingly, we got me to the airport in plenty of time for my flight. After a farewell coffee with The Savtas I was whisked away by wheely driver and left to carry out my cigarrette smuggling plot. I bought 10 cartons, 5 of marlboro light for me and 5 Marlboro red for Jeff. I took the packages apart and stuffed the individual packs into my carry on bags, and they got through!Never mind the 3 cartons in my checked bags-giggles- The only problem was at LaG uardia, where the TSA stole the gifts . That for Jeff and Jonathan. I got to Portland a few minutes after Susie and we got the car and went to the hotel. That was a bit of an adventure! I was headed in the right direction but stopped at a huge place with a huge parking lot in to try to figure it out. A guy in a pick up stopped to ask if we were ok and tried to show us where the hotel was. He was very sweet and found two wrong ones. Then I found the right one quite by accident.