Update 8/21 – 8/27
Hi Friend!
On Wednesday, I took Percy over
to the Vet for a shot, and also to check out some bumps. The vet ended up draining a cyst (and I think
he was pretty grossed out about it.
Baby.) He then told me that Percy
is in perfect health, like really perfect coat, in shape, everything. And, “He’s
adorable!” I already knew this, but it’s
nice having a professional confirm it.
He went home with a “Cone of Shame.”
I took some pics of him, and then swapped it out for the cozy donut
(which he has been whining about ever since. Just a soft, poor me whine that is
extremely pathetic.) 5 days down, 9 to
go.
On a conference call today:
- I
got a little aquarium for my desk and got this little Pea puffer which has
been beating up all the other creatures in the tank. (continues to describe all of the interactions
between the pea puffer and the snails and shrimp.)
- Me:
The Drama of the tank!
- Mine
was grabbing the other fish, dragging it to the other side of the tank,
spitting it out so it thinks it’s safe, and then traumatizing it all over
again when it feels safe. It’s like
game of thrones!
- Me:
My sister had a beta fish that was eating all the other fish, so she
started feeding it fish. His name
was Puff Daddy, btw, may he rest in peace.
- On
that same theme, my pea puffer’s name is Tupac! It was pac man, but had to rename him
because he was too gangster.
I, for one, am thankful for a
call that doesn’t start with talking about smoke or the pandemic. I would have been happy to chat about fish tanks
for the whole 30 min, tbh.
We had some rainy days, and it
got a lil chillier so I decided I needed to find an alternative to flip flops
(you know, for emergencies.) So I got me
a pair of cute uggs with lil bows on the back.
Will I be mocked in Washington?
Probably. Will I be showing my
New Yorker? Yes. Do I care? Not in the least.
I
guess I should flash back to last year when I told Dr. Rach that my feet were
in excruciating pain after wearing normal supportive shoes for a couple of
days. I told her I didn’t want to bother
her, because I assumed that she has been overwhelmed these days with people coming
in with what I can only imagine the medical term to be: Flip Flop Feet. You know, where you’ve been wearing flip
flips for many many months and then they protest when they have to be in real
supportive shoes. So, I figured, I would
just keep wearing the shoes until my feet got used to them. Sure I was in pain, but no pain, no gain, you
know? Dr. Rach was, what’s the
word? Appalled by my reasoning. Apparently, “Flip Flop Feet” is not a thing,
and most people feel better when they put real shoes on, and get this: My mom
wasn’t right, and wearing supportive shoes in this instance would just cause
more and more pain. I can’t remember how
I solved it last year, although, wearing flip flops well into the December
might have been a possibility.
Hung out in Becky’s garage on
Friday. We listened to Maureen on her
high school’s radio station as she talked everyone through a selection of songs
that told the story of her life. It was
so lovely to hear her share so much with us – plus the tuneage was
amazing. Becky and I were rocking the Snoop
Dogg wine (Criminal 19) because apparently we are unpaid promoters now. Becky told me she installed an amazon echo inside
her front door so that she could have Alexa announce her arrival. Additionally, she was able to open the door
and say, “Alex announce that I want Brownies” and moments later, Jared had
brought her brownies. (Okay she might have
said please, but that’s not how I heard it.)
I got to chat with Kathi for a
bit last week, and I’m getting very excited for a new baby in the fam! Time really does fly when you’re not the one
pregnant!
On Saturday, I met up with
Dawne, Jordan and Lucas at UVillage. I
love doing anything that even remotely resembles normal. Sure, I still avoided actual stores, and sure
everyone was masked and 6 ft a part in lines outside waiting to be allowed into
stores, but we were outside, and I walking around a “mall” window shopping, and
that was lovely. At one point, a couple
of ladies stopped to talk to Percy. They
saw his donut and wanted to offer their sympathies. Before I got to pre-emptively apologize for
his avalier attitude, I heard one of the ladies say, “Who’s a good boy!?” and
what do you know, Percy perked right up, ran over and said, “I’m a good boy!! How
did you know?!”
Then, I went back to my place
for a bit, b/c it was pool time and Percy can’t go right now. We still had time
for some play time at the house, followed by a lil puzzle, dinner and watched
Enola Holmes (so good!)
I’m not a huge fan of baths. I
want to love baths. I hear about other people taking baths and it sounds
heavenly. But every time I try it’s a bit of a disaster. Last night I decided
to take a bath. I was like, this is it. It’s going to be glorious. I got the
fancy milk bath stuff out, and the makes your skin feel like a baby stuff, and
the bath and body works vampire candle out (not strictly a bath scent, but it’s
nearly October!) I picked out a fun book and put my Nora Jones / Etta James
station on. It was going to be epic. (Perhaps my expectations are the biggest
failure in my bath equations?) I’d say it was fairly pleasant, for the 5 to 6
minutes I lasted in the bath. Feeling fairly accomplished, I got out and just
as I was reaching back in to drain the tub, I slipped on my freshly coconut
oiled feet, bringing down the shower curtain. Which I then had to put back up
(why is putting up a shower curtain to annoy?) By the time I wrapped that all
up, and snuggled into bed with my book and my dog and my bruised knee, I
regretted the whole endeavor. Can’t wait to forget about this and try again in
a year.
And here are somethings I found
funny this week:
Much love!
T O’B
