Song of the day: “Chica ayer” by Enrique Iglesias. Don’t often get Spanish songs in my head, but this one is cute enough, I guess.
So yeah, yesterday was somewhat eventful. It started early on with the dogs making a racket, and me glancing outside to see grandpa tumble down the mountain as he tried to save little Adma from my pack. Heck, I hardly realized what was going on, but I pounced on top of Knight II just before he could nip at grandpa’s back when I noticed what had happened.
Apparently (or so I heard later) Amri and Sitabah, dragged Adma through the fence and were busy messing her up until grandpa tried to stop them. Poor little Adma, had several bite marks on her back, neck and face, and she was shaking like mad in grandpa’s (shaking) arms. We gave her an anti-inflammatory, wrapped her up in an old sweater and put her in a nice warm spot, amidst her four-legged friends so she could start healing.
Other than that, we headed out into the yard to plant a new batch of flowers and such, along with potatoes, just to see how they will do. Sort of like an experiment: Does this work here, does that…we’re just going to wait and see. I was right in the middle of putting the potatoes in the ground too when little sister came to me saying that she was really worried about Shamira (the cocker who got operated a couple of weeks ago) who isn’t feeling well these past few days.
We went to the vet, of course, and he checked the cocker out, but couldn’t find anything amiss. Her surgery scar appeared to have healed well, her gums were nice and pink, and except for a bit of arthritis in her right back leg, everything appeared to be just fine. We’re just going to have to see how it goes, and come back if the problem (whatever it is) persists.
Once home there were plenty of chores to see to, and soon dusk was there, meaning that we had to go out to get a couple of loads of rocks from our running spot. Got two solid loads too, which was the point, but we managed it right before darkness fell.
Writing was much like the night before, it followed a ten-minute nap, but other than the day before yesterday, I managed four pages instead of just two and a half. Yay! The story is going rather well, lots of added scenes that appear to be working well. Not sure, yet, but until now they appear to. I guess we’ll have to wait and see with that too.
Seeing as I was seriously in the mood for homemade pizza, I spent about an hour kneading dough, and started on the rest of the day while it rose in its bowl. Later on, little brother, sister, and I covered two yards by one foot of pizza, and baked them for lunch, dinner and today’s lunch again. Hah. It was really good, I’ll admit, ‘cause I really didn’t mind eating it again.
I’m drawing a blank at the moment; I can’t remember what else happened at all…the weather was pretty atrocious today, by the way, quite chilling. Still, our tenant managed a good walk into the paddock and right back to her bungalow, which is of course excellent. She was really proud of it too, and that is even better. Pride in doing something right is a huge step to recovery, I’m thinking.
I really should get to work on writing by now, so it might be just as well that I can’t remember something else to write about. I better leave it at this, and get to writing something a tad more serious than daily stuff.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Steady as it goes.
Song of the day: “Who is it” by Michael Jackson. Awww, finally one from the King of Pop. It has been a while that I had one of his, isn’t it? Ah well, great song.
Steady days, and a tad boring, all things considered. I made a few notes (what with my memory being so crappy) but since I failed to put them chronologically, there’ll be a mess for you to sort through today. Hah.
I survived grocery-shopping day, as you can see. Yes, it surprised me too, but here I obviously am, present to tell of another couple of days. Isn’t it grand? Sorry, I’ll try to contain my sarcastic remarks.
So, apparently, Knight II decided to form an infection underneath the wound on his ribs (you remember the one I wrote about a few days ago, Matti, little brother’s lab bit him) and that while it had been healing so nicely, darn it. Middle sister and I tried to remove some of the accumulating liquid yesterday afternoon. We had taken him into the old pool (he’d stumbled into it already earlier that day, so we decided not to risk another tumble into the deep end) and wedged him up against the wall to treat the spot with a syringe. Removed about forty cc before he started to complain, and gave middle sister the evil eye. He obviously considered me (the one with the needle) above reproach and decided that sister dear was the one to blame for the discomfort. He gave a few ferocious growls, at which point we decided to let him go. Indignant he pranced around for a bit and then sought out a high perch from which he could further witness the proceedings.
I’ve gotta say that Knight II really is a peculiar creature. Quite particular in his ways and more than a little temperamental, to say it mildly. Though I love him to pieces, he is a handful that’s a fact. It doesn’t help, of course, that he’s like a friggin’ elephant in a china cupboard. Gawd, so much strength and energy, is exhausting.
Imagine this, I head out into the yard, Knight II notices and dashes right past me to see if there’s any dog outside that he can bug.
Once sure that he’s got the other pack members properly subdued, he’ll do an about face and come storming towards me at top speed. Now, I’ve come to recognize the theme, so I can brace myself by turning sideways and holding out an arm to grab his collar when he makes an attempt at putting his paws up against me. Usually I can hold him at a three feet distance with dire warnings, but he’s sneaky that way, he’ll jump up against me when I least expect it…which means I get to have a solid 140 pounds slammed into me full force. Ah yes, the joys of a young Great Dane. Seriously, you haven’t had a DOG (yes, with capital letters) unless you’ve had a Dane. It’s a priceless experience of endurance and perseverance.
But anyways, seeing as the removal of liquids didn’t do much good yesterday, we’re going to have to do apply a method that is a bit more drastic soon. A small incision with a scalpel underneath the orange sized lump should drain that sucker right out…I hope.
Considering we have to remove Njanna’s stitches too tonight is promising to be a “medical” evening for us. Hah.
Groceries…yes, well, they were like usual, and we would actually have been home after just four hours for a change, if we hadn’t been obliged to pick up Clue who received up to ten stitches in his flank. Since the cut had happened so recently, it doesn’t look like it is going to be much of a problem. Once it’s healed, he should be right as rain.
Writing has been a trial these days, a page or two per day, which is really bugging me. Time and focus just aren’t part of the bigger scheme of things at the moment, or so it seems. Ah well, that too shall pass, I’m sure.
Except for the paint job and adding a rock or two more, the new glass seedbed is done…and looking mighty fine, I might add. As soon as the paint is on, I’ll post a pic to show it off. Hah. The seeds were sowed too, so who knows, we might actually get us some veggies in about three months, or so.
Other than that, yesterday involved lots of shoveling of dirt, both for the seedbed, as well as removing it from the tiles underneath the new structure. I think the amount went up to a solid seven wheelbarrows of the moist stuff that piled nicely high in the containers, hah.
The younger sibs worked some more on the wood for the woodpile, removing greens and such, and grandpa finally finished cutting up all the debris in the paddock for firewood. The pile had been a thorn in our eye for several years, but he was determined to get through it at last, and managed to do so in two days of constant sawing. It’s looking good. Guess I’m going to have to make a picture of that too.
Afterwards, (I’d already forgotten that we had agreed to go, so…aaargh) it was time for big brother and I to head out for our run. Did a splendid one, even if I do say so myself. Took the dug out hill with pits and falls, with only two walk-pace breathers along the way, and then did a nice jog on the asphalt road around the area. I find it rather remarkable that I can now do flat roads without loosing my breath, never would have thought that possible a year or two ago. Felt nice and limber afterwards and more than ready to work on the computer for the rest of the night.
There were the exercises with our tenant, of course. Her arm is doing relatively well, still “lazy” as she refers to it, hah, but slowly showing progress by responding every now and then. Also, her walking is going really well now, even though it is of course still tiring, and her balance is improving by bounds, I think.
And I better quit now, I still have my messages to go through, and then go through the day’s tasks, since the only thing I have done so far is laundry…besides, Chaos is standing beside my chair, insistently prodding me to head outside, the way we usually do these days. Poor Basset Hound, how’s he supposed to sniff out every speck of dirt outside if he’s cooped up inside with me? Hah.
Steady days, and a tad boring, all things considered. I made a few notes (what with my memory being so crappy) but since I failed to put them chronologically, there’ll be a mess for you to sort through today. Hah.
I survived grocery-shopping day, as you can see. Yes, it surprised me too, but here I obviously am, present to tell of another couple of days. Isn’t it grand? Sorry, I’ll try to contain my sarcastic remarks.
So, apparently, Knight II decided to form an infection underneath the wound on his ribs (you remember the one I wrote about a few days ago, Matti, little brother’s lab bit him) and that while it had been healing so nicely, darn it. Middle sister and I tried to remove some of the accumulating liquid yesterday afternoon. We had taken him into the old pool (he’d stumbled into it already earlier that day, so we decided not to risk another tumble into the deep end) and wedged him up against the wall to treat the spot with a syringe. Removed about forty cc before he started to complain, and gave middle sister the evil eye. He obviously considered me (the one with the needle) above reproach and decided that sister dear was the one to blame for the discomfort. He gave a few ferocious growls, at which point we decided to let him go. Indignant he pranced around for a bit and then sought out a high perch from which he could further witness the proceedings.
I’ve gotta say that Knight II really is a peculiar creature. Quite particular in his ways and more than a little temperamental, to say it mildly. Though I love him to pieces, he is a handful that’s a fact. It doesn’t help, of course, that he’s like a friggin’ elephant in a china cupboard. Gawd, so much strength and energy, is exhausting.
Imagine this, I head out into the yard, Knight II notices and dashes right past me to see if there’s any dog outside that he can bug.
Once sure that he’s got the other pack members properly subdued, he’ll do an about face and come storming towards me at top speed. Now, I’ve come to recognize the theme, so I can brace myself by turning sideways and holding out an arm to grab his collar when he makes an attempt at putting his paws up against me. Usually I can hold him at a three feet distance with dire warnings, but he’s sneaky that way, he’ll jump up against me when I least expect it…which means I get to have a solid 140 pounds slammed into me full force. Ah yes, the joys of a young Great Dane. Seriously, you haven’t had a DOG (yes, with capital letters) unless you’ve had a Dane. It’s a priceless experience of endurance and perseverance.
But anyways, seeing as the removal of liquids didn’t do much good yesterday, we’re going to have to do apply a method that is a bit more drastic soon. A small incision with a scalpel underneath the orange sized lump should drain that sucker right out…I hope.
Considering we have to remove Njanna’s stitches too tonight is promising to be a “medical” evening for us. Hah.
Groceries…yes, well, they were like usual, and we would actually have been home after just four hours for a change, if we hadn’t been obliged to pick up Clue who received up to ten stitches in his flank. Since the cut had happened so recently, it doesn’t look like it is going to be much of a problem. Once it’s healed, he should be right as rain.
Writing has been a trial these days, a page or two per day, which is really bugging me. Time and focus just aren’t part of the bigger scheme of things at the moment, or so it seems. Ah well, that too shall pass, I’m sure.
Except for the paint job and adding a rock or two more, the new glass seedbed is done…and looking mighty fine, I might add. As soon as the paint is on, I’ll post a pic to show it off. Hah. The seeds were sowed too, so who knows, we might actually get us some veggies in about three months, or so.
Other than that, yesterday involved lots of shoveling of dirt, both for the seedbed, as well as removing it from the tiles underneath the new structure. I think the amount went up to a solid seven wheelbarrows of the moist stuff that piled nicely high in the containers, hah.
The younger sibs worked some more on the wood for the woodpile, removing greens and such, and grandpa finally finished cutting up all the debris in the paddock for firewood. The pile had been a thorn in our eye for several years, but he was determined to get through it at last, and managed to do so in two days of constant sawing. It’s looking good. Guess I’m going to have to make a picture of that too.
Afterwards, (I’d already forgotten that we had agreed to go, so…aaargh) it was time for big brother and I to head out for our run. Did a splendid one, even if I do say so myself. Took the dug out hill with pits and falls, with only two walk-pace breathers along the way, and then did a nice jog on the asphalt road around the area. I find it rather remarkable that I can now do flat roads without loosing my breath, never would have thought that possible a year or two ago. Felt nice and limber afterwards and more than ready to work on the computer for the rest of the night.
There were the exercises with our tenant, of course. Her arm is doing relatively well, still “lazy” as she refers to it, hah, but slowly showing progress by responding every now and then. Also, her walking is going really well now, even though it is of course still tiring, and her balance is improving by bounds, I think.
And I better quit now, I still have my messages to go through, and then go through the day’s tasks, since the only thing I have done so far is laundry…besides, Chaos is standing beside my chair, insistently prodding me to head outside, the way we usually do these days. Poor Basset Hound, how’s he supposed to sniff out every speck of dirt outside if he’s cooped up inside with me? Hah.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Grocery daaaaay! Yuck.
Song of the day: “Broken Strings” by James Morrison and Nelly Furtado. It’s been a while since I had it inside my head, and the last time I think I had mixed the lyrics up into “broken wings”. Hah.
We had hoped to postpone it, because in all seriousness, no one was looking forward to it, but the day has come. The fridge is empty, the flat surfaces of the supply closets are visible and all in all it’s time for us to venture out into the world for another (hold onto your hat) grocery shopping day. Aaaargh.
Now, I was up right on the dot, fully prepared to face the day, write the blog and then get ready to depart when suddenly grandpa comes rushing inside, saying that Clue (chocolate colored Pointer) had a big gash in his thigh, which meant that we had to head on out to the vet to have poor Clue stitched up. Luckily he didn’t mind the trip at all, seeing as he’s pretty much a regular over there. We should be able to pick him up later this afternoon. *sigh*
So let’s do yesterday. We were back at the seedbeds and though the weather was far less pleasant than the days before, it was still doable. The wind was balmy, to say the least, and our tenant actually enjoyed a pretty long trip into the paddock, sat there for a bit while we unloaded the car, and then made it back all the way to her bungalow.
Another good note is that the day before yesterday, she surprised us and her caretaker by getting up out of bed all by herself and make it to her chair. Sure, it was a little scary, since she could very well fall if there’s no one around, but that is her risk to take, of course. She is disabled, not mentally challenged, and taking such a risk is, I think, half the way to full recovery.
Life is all about taking calculated risks, and that, at least, she can do again. Yay.
But back to the seedbeds, the glass is up…some attachments still need to be made, but on the overall the first one is almost completely done. Plans for the greenhouse are beginning to take shape, and we are definitely going to use the shape of the mountain in construction. It might turn out that the place gets up to three different levels, which should definitely make it a quaint place. Hah.
There was some more trimming of trees yesterday, along with hauling all the big debris to the old bus where the woodpile is located. The younger sibs are steadily making their way through the pile to remove the greens and leave only the wood that will be suitable for the hearth.
Though the past few days were abysmal for writing, I managed a total of five pages in three days, meaning that the complete count is now up to 240…oh gawd, and the other day my computer suddenly shut down. Seriously, I just about had a heart attack, but when we took the laptop apart and tried to find the problem, it turned out that the fan was slightly clogged, overheating the machine. Phew. After cleaning it up the problem appeared to be dealt with and I could breathe easy, once more.
And now I have to quit writing, ‘cause time is running out and I really should get busy on getting ready for the… (insert the dreaded G word) Wish me luck, ‘cause I could use it. Hah
We had hoped to postpone it, because in all seriousness, no one was looking forward to it, but the day has come. The fridge is empty, the flat surfaces of the supply closets are visible and all in all it’s time for us to venture out into the world for another (hold onto your hat) grocery shopping day. Aaaargh.
Now, I was up right on the dot, fully prepared to face the day, write the blog and then get ready to depart when suddenly grandpa comes rushing inside, saying that Clue (chocolate colored Pointer) had a big gash in his thigh, which meant that we had to head on out to the vet to have poor Clue stitched up. Luckily he didn’t mind the trip at all, seeing as he’s pretty much a regular over there. We should be able to pick him up later this afternoon. *sigh*
So let’s do yesterday. We were back at the seedbeds and though the weather was far less pleasant than the days before, it was still doable. The wind was balmy, to say the least, and our tenant actually enjoyed a pretty long trip into the paddock, sat there for a bit while we unloaded the car, and then made it back all the way to her bungalow.
Another good note is that the day before yesterday, she surprised us and her caretaker by getting up out of bed all by herself and make it to her chair. Sure, it was a little scary, since she could very well fall if there’s no one around, but that is her risk to take, of course. She is disabled, not mentally challenged, and taking such a risk is, I think, half the way to full recovery.
Life is all about taking calculated risks, and that, at least, she can do again. Yay.
But back to the seedbeds, the glass is up…some attachments still need to be made, but on the overall the first one is almost completely done. Plans for the greenhouse are beginning to take shape, and we are definitely going to use the shape of the mountain in construction. It might turn out that the place gets up to three different levels, which should definitely make it a quaint place. Hah.
There was some more trimming of trees yesterday, along with hauling all the big debris to the old bus where the woodpile is located. The younger sibs are steadily making their way through the pile to remove the greens and leave only the wood that will be suitable for the hearth.
Though the past few days were abysmal for writing, I managed a total of five pages in three days, meaning that the complete count is now up to 240…oh gawd, and the other day my computer suddenly shut down. Seriously, I just about had a heart attack, but when we took the laptop apart and tried to find the problem, it turned out that the fan was slightly clogged, overheating the machine. Phew. After cleaning it up the problem appeared to be dealt with and I could breathe easy, once more.
And now I have to quit writing, ‘cause time is running out and I really should get busy on getting ready for the… (insert the dreaded G word) Wish me luck, ‘cause I could use it. Hah
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