I was getting bored with the look of my blog, and the template was too springy/summery for this time of year, anyway. So what'dya think? I like it. At least, I think so. I'll live with it a few days and see.
It's Saturday. I'm retired, and I can do anything I want on any day of the week. Well, except for buying booze on Sunday. But I really need to do some housework, and I don't want to do it. My house is unbelievably cluttered with things relating to unpacking and getting back to normal. But without the back to normal part. I've unpacked, but I haven't put everything where it belongs. The clothes, I did; the miscellaneous is still rattling around. And BTW, "The Box" is finally home. It arrived yesterday.
Then there are the things that are daily use and just don't get put away if, ahem, the user doesn't put them away. I did some cabinet rearranging the other day, and I have some things I left out to find a different place for them. Then I walked away. I need to walk back .... and make some decisions.
Then there are the things I'm planning to take to the thrift shop. I have most of it in the totes to transport, but I have more that is in several stacks to be deposited or packaged in some way.
Getting the picture? Clutter, clutter, I'm a-sputter. Sooo, what am I doing? Playing on the computer. Maybe later. LOL! After all, one doesn't want to rush into things, right? Sure!
"The Box." I was really glad to see it. I carried some of my favorite lotions and potions. I've been using substitutes for the past five-plus weeks. It arrives yesterday, and I opened it this morning. Most of it is put away, but then, as you see from the above ramblings, naturally I didn't put everything in it's place. Hmmm, I'm detecting a pattern here. Are you seeing it?
I had a little scare yesterday with Lolita. That girl will chew on anything. A.N.Y.T.H.I.N.G. Toys, paper, cardboard, leaves, etc. I had just bathed her and brushed her out most of the way, and she darted loose. She hates being brushed, clipped, trimmed, anything that means someone is holding her still. So when she sees a chance, she bolts. Rather than chase her down, I decided I'd simply finish later. I went on to the next dog, and started brushing.
A few minutes later, she came in the house with a stick. She began chewing it up, so I started to get up to take it away from her, and she swallowed a piece. I took the remainder of the stick, and just then she began gagging, coughing, gagging, coughing. Keeerap. She couldn't get it up OR down. For the next hour she would repeat the gag/cough every few minutes and alternately, I was running my finger down her throat trying to dislodge the stick. Nothing was working, and there were tiny flecks of blood in the spittle that was on my finger, so I knew it was lodged and hurting her.
I fed her Vaseline in hopes that it would help the stick to dislodge and slide down, then pass without incident. Thank goodness she gobbled it right down, but it didn't seem to relieve the problem. Lola was simply not herself. She typically runs and plays all day long, but she was "laying low." She was finding corners to lay down, and I had to keep moving her or me so I could watch her and be sure she wasn't in further distress. After a while, she fell asleep, and I hoped the relaxation of muscles would allow the stick to move.
When she woke, she began the gagging/coughing again. I picked up the phone to call the vet. He was off for the weekend, but was taking calls, so I decided I'd better call him before it got worse. As I was punching the number, Lolita did another huge gag/cough and shook her head a few times. I went over and looked, but could find no stick. However, it seemed to have cleared it. She settled down with a huge sigh to the floor. The remainder of the day, she was fine, but rested more than usual. I was so relieved that there was no more gagging, and she ate her dinner without hesitation. I'm so relieved that it has passed. Today she is back to her normal, active self. Thank goodness!!
I guess I should do something productive. Oh! I can eat! LOL!!