After the 50-60 degree temps of Seattle, we were in Arizona today for my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary.. In short, really was loving the 95 degree temperatures. It was like a trip back to summer and it was wonderful. We took a long walk, sat outside and relished in the heat.
For 12 years our yellow lab drove me crazy. Did I love him? Yes. Was I the one who fed him, walked him and picked up after him? Yes. But did he drive me crazy? Yes – and I drove him crazy, too. I loved him, and sometimes my heart swelled for him, but the times he had accidents in the houes, shed all over my clothes, would get out of a gate that wasn’t quite latched all the way, and would bark (literally) at shadows drove me crazy sometimes. But there were times too — especially when I was healing from my illness – I took comfort from him sleeping near me while I rested on the couch.
Today we said goodbye to him. It was time. He had arthritis, dementia, incontinence and was basically unhappy (ears down_ all the time and lived only to eat twice per day, which isn’t a great life. So after discussing it for months, we did it today. It was incredibly peaceful. The vet had a room with a couch and a carpet and pleasant lighting. She spent 10 minutes petting him, then gave him a sedative. When he was so drowsy his tongue was hiding out of the side of his mouth, she administered the sedative while we petted him and told him he was a good boy. He died moments later.
That was three hours ago, and even though I am not a big lover of dogs (I like dogs, I just am not a worshipper of them) I feel awful for him and there is a hole here. In short, it is painful. I miss him already. Hopefully he is at peace.
The book I wrote about my experience as a dog owner when I like dogs but am not crazy about all things dogs. There won’t be a sequel – it’s too painful right now 🙂
Ratings continue to drop for the NFL. They dropped precipitously last year and are down again this year. I myself have not watched a single play this year. Why? I wasn’t really sure, but now I think know why — the two Cs.
1. Concussions are big. I stopped watching boxing because of the damage to boxers’ brains, and I’m starting to feel taht way about football. I don’t watch college football for that reason, and it’s starting to carry over to the NFL for me. I just don’t feel right watching someone (who can be cut by a team tomorrow) damage their brain for my entertainment. I also dont watch college football because I feel like the NCAA are a bunch of scumbags who exploit kids who often don’t get a degree and receive no money and in turn collect billions of dolalrs. Bleh.
2. Commercials. Oh my gosh, the commercials are a turnoff! Kick-off, commercial. Punt, commercial. Time out, commercial. Field goal or TD, commercial. Extra point, commercial. Kick off again, commercial. Etc. etc. and the commercials are all by large uninspiring companies like Truck makers and fast food joints, and they go on and on and on to the phoning I feel like I’m waiting an entire day to watch one game. SO I stopped – life is too short.
I cant speak for other people – the numbers speak for themselves — but I now know why I haven’t been watching football — a sport I once loved — anymore.
On the one hand, it is amazing that only 1 in 3 Americans think Trump does a good job and yet the man has no humility. On the other hand, I am surprised that 1 in 3 Americans think Trump still does a good job despite his lack of progress on anything and the incredible dysfunction he has brought to the WH. That said, I check his aggregate approval rating each week and this week it remains at 38.1% – a slight dip from last week but less than a percent dip.
Last week, I was very embarrassed and mystified by his throwing paper towels to the Americans of Puerto Rico?? Despite horrific jobs of supporting them, Trump praised himself of course.
I dreamt I was in New York for work and it was taking the typically strange twists and turns, such as New York looked an awful lot like the U District in Seattle and I didn’t recognize any of my co-workers. At one point, I was napping on a cot in a Safeway and saw a coworker who was embarrassed to see me in that situation. I went to leave and the detectors went off because I’d forgotten that I put a pair of socks in my pocket, so was detained while they got a manager to approve my release. A short time later I was on the bus with Janet Jackson, who I’d gone to high school with and who appreciated my friendship since it wasn’t based on her fame. I got off the bus with my friend Tony, we went to his house and he was showing me his light show on his computer. It was dark and foreboding outside and I kept thinking I caught glimpses of his deceased mom (who is still alive in real life) since he was living in their old house. But just as I was leaving his brother and his brothers kids came home from selling church cookies, and I was amazed that it was 4:45am so made my exit. Unfortunately, Tony’s dog ( a large German Shephard – BTW he does not have a dog in real life) ) was threatening me on the way out when my dream ended.
We watched Wonder Woman last night. I was very disappointed by the movie. On a technical level, the clearly CGI graphics/scenery in the beginning was too cartoonish, and the sappy music going on in the background the entire time was awful, like watching a DePalma or Spielberg movie where they don’t trust the audience to feel their own emotions. Then, on a story level, having Wonder Woman lead a platoon of soldiers where she was directly involved in killing scores of young soldiers (not mercenaries or evil Nazis) was disappointing and even disturbing. Then from a feminist perspective Wonder Woman was treated as an underling or comically naïve subservient woman for much of the film. It was an awful film and a waste of $5.
The Happening was free in the horrors section of HBO, so we watched. An older film with Mark Wahlberg and Zoey D where people suddenly start killing themselves in the Northeast. Walberg is a science teacher and determines it is the trees sending out neurotoxins when sensing packs of humans, so they break off into a small group and survive. A totally cheesey movie but not too awful and entertaining and well priced enough that we enjoyed it.
Strange and vivid dream last night. We were at our home when a low flying American Airlines jet passed over head. Moments later we heard a crash, and I raced over there while calling 911. It had crashed into St. Al’s near our house, and afew other people were there and I has having a hard time connecting with 911 so just hung up. But miraculously, people were already getting treated, including the pilots, and despite the large plane there were no fires and no one seemed killed. I looked around, and noticed the peoplel. Laying around, and started talking to the pilot, who was sitting up and getting treatment inside the plane. He was telling me that the crash had been caused as a window washer had left the plane window cracked open; he said normally window washers alert the pilot when they are washing the windows, and the pilot draws with their finger on the window that a washer is on the outside of the plane, but the washer had forgotten to notify him (or he just hadn’t marked it) and the plane took off with some of the doors or windows open so the plane lost pressure and crashed. The only fatality had been the windows washer (who’d been swept off the plane) and I remember feeling sad for the poor window washer. The dream ended there… I am no longer afraid of flying but do think sometimes how one of these small planes or jetliners could crash into houses, since they are always flying overhead. The jetliners are less worrisome (and annoying) than the small planes. Anyway, I think the dream tapped into that fear a bit – why, I don’t know. Or possibly it has to do with the helplessness of Irma slamming into the innocient people of the Carribean… With all the talk of Hurricane Irma (and rightfully so), it will be a lot less destructive to that region than the Conquistadors were!!!!
Friday and Saturday will have double the dosage in prep for next week. Took today Thursday’s… On a side note, whoever invented Nabumetome is a saint.
A cool little blurb in today’s NYT about Uncle Sam’s origins. First referenced in a newspaper on this date in 1813, his image first appeared in political cartoons in the 1860s, and the indelible US Army image appeared in World War 1.