Song of the day: “Chandelier” not by Sia, but rather by
Jasmine Tompson, who did a wonderful cover of the song. Hah.
Right, another blog from the UK. No worries, I’m not driving
y’all bonkers by being back here permanently, it’s just for the holidays, so
the friends that we made over here, could have a break while the dogs were
taken care of.
Wasn’t looking forward to it, I’ll admit, but that was
emotional rather than realistic problems. Annoying, really, how in your head
things get blown out of proportions and a part of you starts to forget that it
is only for a few days, and not indefinitely. Strange how that works, in
particular that panicky feeling that gnaws at your chest, while everyone was
happy to see us, and welcomed us heartily. Messed up, for sure.
As to what has been happening since the last blog…well,
there was the usual stuff at the house in Spain, added to the fact that the day
before we left we spent several hours cleaning up the yard. Mom had a visitor
coming, and the place was a mess, of course. Had been focusing more on the
inside of the house, rather than the outside. *sigh*
Mom went to the doctor and got the OK to walk again, which
is hard, of course. Having been pretty much immobile for the past six weeks, being
bed-bound and everything, muscles are incredibly sore after one trip to town,
meaning that she’ll have to start with little bits here and there.
Did manage to post several recipes on my other blog, you
know, the one about cooking. At the moment I’m using basic pictures, and a
prefab background, but as soon as I get a little more time, I’m going to take
pictures of my own for it. Way more fun…but time. Time. TIME!!!
Had several weird dreams, but they didn’t stick, so no harm
no foul. I do remember bits and pieces about it involving family members I
haven’t seen in more than twenty years, at the very least. Odd that.
Heard from tenant, who isn’t doing all that well. She has a
catheter in her kidney (again) due to a kidney stone that got stuck in the
tube. She was once again forced to go to hospital with the infection, making
her too week for the operation, which should be done on the 29th…but
regretfully, about two weeks after returning home, she got ill again, this time
severe diarrhea bringing her near to dehydration, and therefore hospitalized,
in hopes of keeping her strength up for the operation. Poor tenant. If only she
didn’t find drinking so bothersome…otherwise she would have so much less
trouble.
Managed to get some stuff done here in the UK, though, so
that’s good. For me it’s hard, since the animals take a lot of time, so while
big brother gets to put some backbone into whatever we need to do during the
day, I have to interrupt all the activities for their daily care. Ah well, one
does what one needs to, right?
Been putting up a fence, which is not bad work to do with
weather that turned chilly, but sunny, at least. Fixed a gate. Did some serious
cleaning, naturally. Sorting is part of it too, seeing as I left rather
abruptly at the beginning of the month.
Also been doing bits and pieces all over the place, so
luckily we’ve been outside a lot. I’m managing the cold reasonably well, at
least. It helps that there is no wind at the moment, just cold and sunshine,
the latter which was rather wonderful on the early morning walk…getting lots of
walks in again, meaning that my feet are bugging me considerably. Seriously, by
the end of the day I wanna remove them, violently, but what else is new in that
regard, eh?
I heard from my pilot buddy, pen pall, yay. Alive and well,
different location, but still saving people. Was such a pleasure to hear from
him, in particular since it had been so long, and I had been thinking of him
for about a week, and whether I should write to him, or just let the friendship
fade naturally…in other words, or NOT bug him with senseless letters about my
messy life. Hah. And suddenly there he was, out of the blue. Very nice.
Dax is doing really well. The reason, I think, is none of
the meds we have been giving him. Nope. It was a week or two ago, late at
night, me picking him up and something snapping in his spine (seriously, I freaked
me out, it was such a loud pang) making me fear he’d broken his back, or
something. No such thing, thankfully. Almost the next day we could see a change
in him, his strength coming back. Yay.
On the down side, Knight II isn’t doing well at all. He is
rapidly losing muscle tissue in his back legs, making grandpa afraid to have
him going up and down stairs, because he has a tendency to topple over, poor
darling. Added to that, grandpa is a little worried that Knight is depressed,
because he doesn’t want to go up, and is just sleeping a lot. Poor baby. Just a
couple more days.
Well, it is late now, so I gotta go. I’ll try to write
another update soon.
Until then, I hope that all you readers have had a marvelous
Christmas and are heading straight for a wonderful New Year.
