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malnpudl at 02:24pm on 28/01/2015
malnpudl at 02:24pm on 28/01/2015+ OMG DOG SHOW!!! Weekend trip to San Francisco (or slightly south thereof) to see ALL THE DOGS at the annual Golden Gate Kennel Club Dog Show. HAPPINESS.
- Attn Cow Palace: Those ramps of yours? Those cannot possibly be ADA compliant! Too steep by far! Essentially useless "hand rails." And no elevators. YOU SUCK.
- Consequence of above: ALL OF THE PAIN IN THE WORLD. Recuperating slowly. I need new hips (please!!!) and new knees. Know anyone doing that for free?
= On balance, worth it a hundred times over. Will happily do it again next year.
- I hate big earthquakes. And fuck you, experts in that field, because that 5.7 that just knocked a bunch of stuff off my shelves and rattled the daylights out of my nerves was not in any way "moderate." Also, John and Rodney toppled down behind the entertainment center and I have no idea how I'll get them out. I wonder what they're doing back there? *eyebrow waggle*
+ While I really miss being able to have a nerve-settling glass of wine, there is a lot to be said for a lovely cup of tea. And a phone call with local bestie, who rode out the same quake, so we could help settle each other's nerves. Sometimes there's no substitute for other people.
+ A few weeks ago, my beloved goddog Indy Anna Jane tore the cranial cruciate ligament in her left hind leg. She is twelve, ancient for a Rottweiler, and has a congenital breathing problem, so surgery was not an option. We thought we were about to lose her, but she has defied all odds and all expectations and is slowly but steadily recuperating -- and through it all, remains extraordinarily cheerful. She is our exclamation mark with fur, and we are infinitely grateful that she is not leaving us yet.
- There are few things worse for my day-to-day morale than rodents invading my house. And apparently they're having an irruption year, because everybody hereabouts is having problems. They should all have the decency to stay the hell outside and be owl fodder like nature intended.
+ Electronic rodent trap. Hell, YES. I would send cookies to the inventor if I knew who it was.
- Attn Cow Palace: Those ramps of yours? Those cannot possibly be ADA compliant! Too steep by far! Essentially useless "hand rails." And no elevators. YOU SUCK.
- Consequence of above: ALL OF THE PAIN IN THE WORLD. Recuperating slowly. I need new hips (please!!!) and new knees. Know anyone doing that for free?
= On balance, worth it a hundred times over. Will happily do it again next year.
- I hate big earthquakes. And fuck you, experts in that field, because that 5.7 that just knocked a bunch of stuff off my shelves and rattled the daylights out of my nerves was not in any way "moderate." Also, John and Rodney toppled down behind the entertainment center and I have no idea how I'll get them out. I wonder what they're doing back there? *eyebrow waggle*
+ While I really miss being able to have a nerve-settling glass of wine, there is a lot to be said for a lovely cup of tea. And a phone call with local bestie, who rode out the same quake, so we could help settle each other's nerves. Sometimes there's no substitute for other people.
+ A few weeks ago, my beloved goddog Indy Anna Jane tore the cranial cruciate ligament in her left hind leg. She is twelve, ancient for a Rottweiler, and has a congenital breathing problem, so surgery was not an option. We thought we were about to lose her, but she has defied all odds and all expectations and is slowly but steadily recuperating -- and through it all, remains extraordinarily cheerful. She is our exclamation mark with fur, and we are infinitely grateful that she is not leaving us yet.
- There are few things worse for my day-to-day morale than rodents invading my house. And apparently they're having an irruption year, because everybody hereabouts is having problems. They should all have the decency to stay the hell outside and be owl fodder like nature intended.
+ Electronic rodent trap. Hell, YES. I would send cookies to the inventor if I knew who it was.
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