Life has been hectic lately! The joys of being a homeowner finally kicked in. And by joys, I mean absolutely frustrating, hair-pulling-out, makes me want to punch a wall but I won’t since that would be another thing to fix, this sucks BIG ONES. So currently, parts of our house are rotting, ugly, or just plain leaking (as of last night’s crazy ass storm). Why did everyone tell us to buy? No, rent. For all of you renters, keep on renting! Rent until you can’t rent no more. I’m gonna go buy a can of neon green paint and paint a wall so I can remember why I am a homeowner. So I can paint a freaking wall?! The light at the end of the tunnel is pulsing red and slowing disappearing right now.
In another area of my life, I could use some happy and positive thoughts. A few months ago, Lucy had a leg injury. Not a visible one, but she was limping. We figured she was tired from swimming and didn’t think much of it. A few days later, she was drooling. Not like your average dog drooling, she was drooling a lot. We took her to the vet, and they really couldn’t find anything wrong with her. They sent us home with some advice to keep her inside and inactive and some meds.
Well, we gave her time to heal and then began walking her again. The limping came back after she was active. It would go away after a few days, but she was clearly not using her leg as much. So last weekend, she had a pretty exciting one as we were staying with friends and helping them move. She has been limping ever since. Tomorrow, we take her in to the vet again. Cross your fingers that they figure out what is wrong with her. It breaks my heart to see her in pain. It’s worse because she can’t tell me exactly what hurts.
Also, last but not least! Please think some good thoughts for my brother’s girlfriend. Her dog went missing over the weekend. She’s received some tips that has led them to believe that someone picked her dog up and sold him. They went looking for him again tonight received more tips about the guy who sold him. Let’s hope we can get the pup home to where he belongs.
Sorry this was such a bummer. TGIF! And happy weekend!
Yikes. I love summers, but most of the time, I feel like I get no weekends in the summer. It is go, go, go! And Sunday night rolls around. What?! What do you mean I have to go back to work?! You mean I don’t get a three-month vacation anymore during the warm, sunny and glorious months? Even in a state (and city) where on average there are 228 cloudy days?! Oh-kay. That stinks… A LOT.
I’m going to keep this short because I need to get my beauty rest for tomorrow. Basically, all I am saying is for me to be a nice and courteous person tomorrow, I should get at least 7 hours of sleep.
In a past post, I think I mentioned how I want to become a do-er. A person who does things instead of taking a lot of naps and not.. er.. doing things. Not that there is anything wrong with that. And after I do my heart out tomorrow, I’m going to do some more this weekend. My mission, should I choose to accept, make horchata.
Last summer, I made horchata popsicles from Etsy before our Magic Bullet died. But hey! I just got my Ninja Blender in the mail, and I am ready to blend things! Have a lovely weekend!
1. It was a beautiful weekend full of sun. I think I definitely appreciate the sun more since I’ve moved to the Pacific Northwest. I worship the sun. I can feel the vitamin D soaking into my skin and into my system. I take a picture on my phone whenever there is a sunny day for proof, for hope when it is gray for days on end.
2. My orchids haven’t died yet. I see my black thumb slowly turning.. brown? I actually planted flowers in a pot today:
… cross your fingers for them. The basil that lived in that pot the year before died. Actually, it was like three different basil plants after the summer was through.
3. I need to start cooking again. I made a proper dinner for the guy and I Sunday night, and I felt so out of sync with my kitchen.
4. Home Depot is full of do-ers on a Sunday morning. Lots of do-ers. I need to become a do-er.
5. Digging up razor clams is a fun activity. Sucking up razor clams with your clam gun works out your upper body. Cleaning 30 razor clams, well, it just plan sucks. That comes from almost two hours in front of the sink and a cut to the thumb.
As far as the eye can see this weekend, rain. I plan on keeping myself home and indoors once again this weekend. I think it always takes me an adjustment period before I can start coexisting with the rain. Until I feel like that time has come, I will spend this weekend baking, finally reading Hunger Games, buying things on Etsy, and taking care of my patient.
Yay for Fridays. No matter what is going on over the weekends, I do a little dance when Fridays arrive. The air is a little more crisp lately, the days a little shorter. I think I am ready to do some fall-like things.
I won’t have much of a weekend, so I really need to make this count!