I’ve been really tired and sore the past few weeks but this weekend I started to feel a little better. I think we were on vacation a few weeks ago and I overdid the hiking (hiked 20 miles one day, more than I intended, and hiked/biked every other day for several hours each day) then ended my vacation two days early to fly out to client meetings and which required me to get by 3 days in a row with less than 5 hours of sleep (not good when I have chronic illness). Then on top of that, Wife M was prepping for the MCAT and I think it was a heavy stress hanging in the house for several weeks. At any rate, her test is done, I got an extra day of rest, I even took a couple of naps between social events on Sunday, and I just starting to feel a little less achy and a little less exhausted. In a word, phew. It is truly awful feeling exhausted.
Started reading the kindle version of The Art of Racing in the Rain for no particular reason last night, although it has been a book I’ve been told I should read for several years. Finished 5% of the book before I got sleepy and turned out the light. So far, the dog is old and nearing the end of his life. His owner is now a single dad, and the dog has been with him since he first met his wife, had a daughter, and the wife passed away from illness. The man loves car racing, and the dog too now loves it, and reflects on the 1993 Grand Prix which was won in the rain, and how his owner is good at racing in the rain because the key is to forget the past and just race in the moment. We learn the dog may be nearing the end of his life, but looks forward to it because he doesnt’ want to be a burden to his owner plus knows from a documentary that after his dog life he will be a human, and can’t wait to be human with their amazing tongues, which allow them to chew their food and to form speech. To be continued…
What a strange dream. We were traveling from our house to LA, but did so in a circuitous route and along the way made a pre-planned stop at the Trumps house in New Jersey. It was a small home, like a suburban condo, and honestly I was a little initimidated in my dream by Trump in the sense he was moody and I didn’t want to deal with him in a bad/ranting mood, so was interacting with kid gloves. He liked football, as did his son, and was showing me highlights of his favorite game which was the Dolphins vs. the Jets in the 1960s with a shocking drop-kick ending that gave the Jets the victory as time expired. Trump was mumbling a little as he showed this, and I wasn’t sure why it was his favorite game and didn’t want to offend him by asking him to repeat it. Then it was time to leave, we got a car to the airport, we boarded a plane and flew out for Napa where were going to meet our now grown kids’ former nanny (wth?) who was joining us for the final leg of the trip, and we were glad to not be around Trump and his delicate mood anymore. We very specifically did not talk politics with him, and I didn’t mention the presidency. It was a vivid dream. As I said at the top – very strange.
With North Korea on the verge of being a viable nuclear threat to the US, and with our threatening North Korea with military action, it is time for the world to decide once and for all if it will threaten North Korea or accept it. For the past 20 years, North Korea has rattled nuclear sabres and we’ve threatened them and even considered military options, but the reality is if we attacked 100s of thousands of people in Seoul and Japan will die so we end up backing off. Now, North Korea is closer than ever and we are at the tipping point so if the world is not willing to sacrifice South Korea (not saying it should!) then we have to accept the fact that North Korea very soon will be a nuclear power with the ability to wipe out millions of people and the very world. Threats aren’t going to work.
It seems to me that North Korea is craftier than we think and really just wants to be taking seriously. I’m no expert but if we get down to brass tacks and figure out a way to work with a crafty country that feigns madness rather than forcing them into the bad boy corner and treating them like they are a mindless third world dictatorship, we might be better off.
Since the 90s, American businesses have been funnelling massive amounts of money to China and its factories/workers. Microsoft, etc. have channeled a lot of work that was once done in the US to China, which has essentially shut down many of the factories that once made the US powerful, essentially transferring untold wealth and power to China. SO now that we are threatening to stop trade with China, it seems a little late – in all likelihood, China is more financially powerful than we are at this point in time. The time to make those feelings known was in 2000, not 2016 🙂
The dog has been incontinent since Wednesday – without warning he just stands up and goes — and since he does not move at all it is doubtful he got into anything. After an awful, disgusting incident Sunday morning, we are keeping him outside until we can gt him to the vet after the holiday weekend… That aside, he rarely seems happy anymore – he hates going outside to go to the bathroom, has his ears down all the time, and really only shows excitement at meal time and occassionally when someone appears. He hasn’t been able to get up the stairs to lay next to us in the TV room for months (he loved laying next to us in the TV room before his hips go out). Sometimes, he doesn’t get up when someone is at the door or even wag his tale and left his head when he gets pets. And Wife M and Daughter L are starting to think of him as less than enjoyable, what with eating his own poop if he is left unattended and incontinence and overall dementia… I think he is happy 5-10% of the time and pretty miserable over 90% of his waking hours… In short, I think it is time to strongly think about putting him down… I’ve never enjoyed owning dogs — they are a lot of work (and I do most of it) and don’t bring me a lot of joy although I love them and consider them part of the family. I don’t feel badly about this – I can’t help how I feel, and I take care of them (I give them pets, I feed them, I pick up their poop and often am the only one to take them for a walk) and the family more than covers for me in the dog love departmentent. But I don’t like the slobber and the panting and the mess and the smell. Luckily, I am not mean to them, and as I said the rest of the family truly adores them, so it is all good. But that said, it is emotional to think of putting the dog down. As I said before, he is part of the family. But is it fair to let him be miserable? I don’t think so. And I truly hope that in the decades to come that if/when I am in a state of dementia my family has the courage — and the legal right — to let me go.
For most of my life in Seattle, what I remember are most days in the 70s, some days in the low 80s, few days in the mid80s and a day or two maybe at 90 degrees. We are on our third or fourth extended spell of 90-plus days in Seattle, with yet another head advisory issued. We had similar summers the past two years.