Tonight at 8:20 it will be 20:20 of 2020. What will you be doing to celebrate? We will probably spend hump day evening watching Downton Abbey. We were very late to this party. We just started watching after Christmas. Heck we are late to the Netflix thing, only signing up for it a year ago. But we are enjoying it quite a bit. We have that and Amazon Prime. Actually Downton is Prime. We start today on the last season and are loving it. Then we will round up the movie.
We are having Tuscan shrimp and beans and buffalo roasted cauliflower. I am sitting here waiting for the vet to call us saying our two little chihuahuas can be picked up. They had their dental cleaning appointment today. I got up early and got their harnesses on, took them out to potty and then drove to the vet with their favorite blankets so they would not be cold and scared waiting in their little area.
Chihuahuas are known to have bad teeth and require a cleaning every couple of years in which they are put under anesthesia and on an iv if they are older. Mine are both at the age where the may or may not need iv/blood test, since they are rescued we don't know exact age, so we opt for these safeguards just to be safe. Well the vet has called twice saying my little girl now has developed a heart murmur and has at least 2 teeth to be pulled. I am sad for her.
At least they will be good for coupe more years, fingers crossed. And hopefully the little boy we just rescued a few months ago will not require any teeth being pulled.
The weather is great today. Enjoy your day, wherever you are.
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Wednesday, January 8, 2020
Tuesday, September 11, 2018
16 Days
This is a picture my girlfriend took of me driving us back to the city Sunday. Yes, I am one of those people. At least when DH is not in the car with me and can take our little female on his lap.
Fall is in the air here in the Midwest. And we have 16 more days. I was thinking about the changing of the seasons and realize as we are going into fall this year, we are sort of going into the "fall" of our lives.
I lived in Arizona for a couple years. I missed the seasons there. It was relentlessly hot. Danerously hot. Unforgivingly hot. The scenery is mostly brown. Lots of rocks and small shrubs dot the desert as you drive into town.
It was 1999 and I drove into town with my dog and cat. My significant other drove me out from Little Rock and stayed. I had transferred with my job, so the movers would deliver my stuff. I just had to unpack. My convertible was brought out on a car carrier. I rented a duplex. It was weird having rocks for a yard. I had grass in the back with olive and eucalyptus trees. It smelled different. There were also these large brown birds that sang weird songs that was really different from anything I experienced in the Midwest.
I had a stressful job. On weekends I liked to explore the area for relaxation. Once I hiked with my boyfriend at South Mountain park. We both took water and had sunscreen, hats, etc. But how naïve we were. We also had my dog with us. My beautiful Golden Retriever. My second Golden.
We started out in the morning. They trail we chose was downhill and back up. I started to dread the hike back up. Boyfriend decided he would give me the last of the water and I would go back to car with the dog and pick him up at bottom. Thinking back I am not sure why we split up that day. It does not sound like my idea. He was a little impulsive and immature - that was the reason we broke up not long after. I don't blame him for this day, I was stupid and unprepared too.
Anyway, I start back to the car. It was just over the rise, I thought. Water was running low, it was getting hotter. My dog crept along and kept sticking his head in the shadows of the large boulders and small bushes that make up South Mountain landscape. I thought to myself how awful I felt putting my dog through this.
I kept walking. I started to wonder if I was lost. The scenery all looked the same. I kept topping each hill and more hills stretched out before me. My had started feeling too small and I was feeling the sun burning my shoulders. My sunglasses were sweaty and I had to keep pushing them up. My mind started racing.
Pretty soon I started to feel panic creep in. I wondered if I could carry my dog the rest of the way. He was panting and seemed very focused on any shade he could put his head in. I alternated thinking how stupid I was and how scared I was. I could not believe what was happening. I had never been lost before. I grew up in the woods in the Midwest, where trees are tall and there are landmarks.
About the time I was wondering what to do and was on the verge of complete hopelessness, I topped a rise and spotted the parking lot and my car! I never felt so much relief. There was a while cinderblock building that contained bathrooms. I ran in but there was no water coming out of the faucets.
I got in the car and blasted the ac to cool my dog down. I retraced the drive we had taken into the park. I saw boyfriend and picked him up. He too had been hot and worried at the end. He was quick to laugh and dismiss.
I will never forget that day. It was in late May, which is late to hike in Phoenix. I also heard many times in the years I lived there that many people from back east/Midwest who are not accustomed to the heat/landscape die making mistakes like we made.
I am so grateful that was not my fate that day.
Fall is in the air here in the Midwest. And we have 16 more days. I was thinking about the changing of the seasons and realize as we are going into fall this year, we are sort of going into the "fall" of our lives.
I lived in Arizona for a couple years. I missed the seasons there. It was relentlessly hot. Danerously hot. Unforgivingly hot. The scenery is mostly brown. Lots of rocks and small shrubs dot the desert as you drive into town.
It was 1999 and I drove into town with my dog and cat. My significant other drove me out from Little Rock and stayed. I had transferred with my job, so the movers would deliver my stuff. I just had to unpack. My convertible was brought out on a car carrier. I rented a duplex. It was weird having rocks for a yard. I had grass in the back with olive and eucalyptus trees. It smelled different. There were also these large brown birds that sang weird songs that was really different from anything I experienced in the Midwest.
I had a stressful job. On weekends I liked to explore the area for relaxation. Once I hiked with my boyfriend at South Mountain park. We both took water and had sunscreen, hats, etc. But how naïve we were. We also had my dog with us. My beautiful Golden Retriever. My second Golden.
We started out in the morning. They trail we chose was downhill and back up. I started to dread the hike back up. Boyfriend decided he would give me the last of the water and I would go back to car with the dog and pick him up at bottom. Thinking back I am not sure why we split up that day. It does not sound like my idea. He was a little impulsive and immature - that was the reason we broke up not long after. I don't blame him for this day, I was stupid and unprepared too.
Anyway, I start back to the car. It was just over the rise, I thought. Water was running low, it was getting hotter. My dog crept along and kept sticking his head in the shadows of the large boulders and small bushes that make up South Mountain landscape. I thought to myself how awful I felt putting my dog through this.
I kept walking. I started to wonder if I was lost. The scenery all looked the same. I kept topping each hill and more hills stretched out before me. My had started feeling too small and I was feeling the sun burning my shoulders. My sunglasses were sweaty and I had to keep pushing them up. My mind started racing.
Pretty soon I started to feel panic creep in. I wondered if I could carry my dog the rest of the way. He was panting and seemed very focused on any shade he could put his head in. I alternated thinking how stupid I was and how scared I was. I could not believe what was happening. I had never been lost before. I grew up in the woods in the Midwest, where trees are tall and there are landmarks.
About the time I was wondering what to do and was on the verge of complete hopelessness, I topped a rise and spotted the parking lot and my car! I never felt so much relief. There was a while cinderblock building that contained bathrooms. I ran in but there was no water coming out of the faucets.
I got in the car and blasted the ac to cool my dog down. I retraced the drive we had taken into the park. I saw boyfriend and picked him up. He too had been hot and worried at the end. He was quick to laugh and dismiss.
I will never forget that day. It was in late May, which is late to hike in Phoenix. I also heard many times in the years I lived there that many people from back east/Midwest who are not accustomed to the heat/landscape die making mistakes like we made.
I am so grateful that was not my fate that day.
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