21 thoughts on “Rants! and Raves! 7-29-17

  1. 🙂 We got a LOT of work accomplished around the house this week. We cleaned and oiled the deck and we’re about halfway through painting the living room. (Well over halfway if you consider “removing wallpaper” part of painting!)

    🙂 We’re in the middle of a very lovely summer.

    🙂 Our daughter and her husband moved into their first house yesterday.

    😦 This coming week’s tasks include a lot of a task at which I am not very good–organizing and decluttering.

    🙂 I got a good start on that this week, and our daughters have nearly all of their stuff out of the house (though not out of the garage), so there is room to sort and places to put things.

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  2. 🙂 Hot sunny summer days

    🙂 Kids Camp is finished – 143 eight to ten year olds! They are a lot of work, but not one went home during the week from homesickness!

    🙂 I’m going to go raid the garden for peas, cucumbers, lettuce, and zucchini. I think salad for lunch would be a good idea.

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  3. 🙂 Saturday. But a busy one with house tasks, as usual. I have a growing Salvation Army pile in the garage, however, so that’s progress.

    😦 Uncertainty at work that could mean some big changes for me. I did some tossing and turning and mental number crunching last night over whether I would be able to manage without the full-time work income. It’s unclear. But I may have to figure it out, one way or the other, ready or not. Last night, I realized I’m mentally preoccupied with the underlying stress of it.

    🙂 OK, time to get busy, it’s probably the only thing that will knock the mental and physical stress out of me for now.

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  4. 😥 Abruptly and unexpectedly we had to say good-bye this morning to our 12-year-old dog, Buffy.

    He had seemed less energetic the last couple weeks, but we had chalked that up to age and heat until he became alarmlingly listless around 9:30 last evening. A long night at two vet ERs led to a diagnosis of advanced cancer and little hope that surgery and chemo would buy more than a few months. Our daughter (25) was with us the whole night. By the time we got our son (20) there Buffy was pretty far gone but still conscious. We held him close while the doctor put him to sleep about 6:30 this morning. There were many tears all around.

    Buffy was my first dog. I didn’t think it would hurt this much. I know a lot of you understand.

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  5. I didn’t mean to make the prayer thread a thread about attached garages. But It seemed an appropriate comment at the time:

    From Karen’s 10:24 there:
    His concern was not for himself, but for his beloved.

    Evidently I wasn’t the only one. On a raidy day, there was always a long line cars driving through the shelter to pick up some people.
    It seems that the worst thing that can happen to a woman of our generation is to get her hair wet.
    I don’t think Becky’s generation cares that much.

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  6. Kevin, I understand, I really do.
    I lost two dogs, both early in life. A trip to the vet could have saved them. But I didn’t even know that dogs had doctors in those days.

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  7. 😦 So sorry, Kevin, tears in my eyes reading that. It’s an incredibly (and sometimes surprisingly so) hard and painful loss for most of us. Harder when it comes suddenly like that.

    Chas, you’re right, I think women in the older generation are much more prone to having hair “styles” with beauty parlor sets, etc. Our generation and those younger just never did that so hair getting wet isn’t much of a problem. 🙂 Nothing to ruin, we just finger dry it and move on.

    🙂 Made it through a stack of paper on the entry table, most tossed, some filed.

    😦 Carol called to say she went to the hospital last night and they diagnosed her with ringworm. Oy. She’s getting so many skin infections. She’s back home now with a prescription cream to use, but it’s apparently very painful. I haven’t seen her in a while now, but she seems to understand my preoccupation currently with the house and other tasks that just need to be taken care of on my end. I’ve talked to her about being more self-sufficient and I think she’s getting the message. She has a transportation card that gets her free bus rides and $5 one-way car rides, it’s just a matter of getting a replacement card (which she consistently loses and has to pay for to replace) and learning to keep a little transportation fund on hand.

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  8. Thanks, all. Cheryl, I thought about you and Misten today. I think someone else here lost a pet recently, but I can’t remember who it was.

    DJ, I had tears in my eyes writing it.

    Chas, did you ever find your pet rock?

    🙂 The vets and their staff were sensitive and helpful.

    🙂 My daughter and son again exceeded my expectations for maturity and helpfulness while enduring their grief too.

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  9. Our vet does that, too.

    One of the pets we had to have put down was a young cat we’d had since she was a little kitten. Her immune system was out-of-whack, & although she seemed health enough as a kitten, her health eventually began to deteriorate. A young female vet tried several different treatments to help her, but none worked. When it was finally time to put Angel down, this vet cried with us. She so wanted to help her. (Angel was only two & a half when she died, & she was a very sweet cat.)

    (And yes, we have another cat named Angel. She came with that name, & as I had just been thinking of the first Angel shortly before this one showed up, we decided to keep her name.)

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  10. I once told my mom ( I think I was in college but still searching for a major) I was thinking of being a vet, but she said I’d have to tell kids their best friend had to be put down.

    I was lousy at science anyway, so it wouldn’t have been a good fit all the way around.

    But poor Pet Rock. You need to find him. Think how hungry he must be.

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  11. When Misten was failing, a friend who’s a vet came by the house to see her (and brought her mom, who is also a friend), and she gave a grimmer diagnosis than my vet had. I took her back in and she was put on different meds. The vet she saw that day was an older man, a vet she had not seen, and he wasn’t encouraging either, and he didn’t seem to think she had very long. I wanted her to have a few more weeks or months, partly because our older daughter had just gotten married that month, and I didn’t want our younger daughter to “lose” her sister and the dog the same month.

    Just a few days later Misten lost good control of her bladder; she was leaking a little (not inside–she continued to have control inside as though she was making a real effort–but lying outside). I went back–not taking Misten with me since I didn’t want to cause her any pain by lifting her in and out of the car if I didn’t need to. I said it occurred to me she might have a bladder infection, and could I get pills for that. He told me he didn’t think it was that; he thought it was progression of the neurological problem we’d found in her legs. Trying (unsuccessfully) to hold back tears, I told him OK, but it was the only chance I had to try to help her, and I wanted to try if I could. With sympathy in his eyes, he said he’d write a prescription and I could try.

    That night I could barely get broth down her, and no pills. The next morning I couldn’t even get her to take broth. I knew how I could get her to swallow pills without eating (my husband had told me the trick), but she had pain pills, pills for a possible bladder infection, and the pills for the neurological problem, and one of those was a big pill and one or two had to be given a couple of times a day. I couldn’t do that to her, it probably wouldn’t help if I did, and my dignified dog was lying in her own puddle on the sidewalk. I brought her inside (she stayed dry the next 90 minutes) and held her in my lap, and had my husband call the vet and schedule it.

    If the vet’s office had understood what was happening, one lady who worked there would have felt bad, because the previous time I took her in, she yelled at me because Misten wet herself in the lobby twice, and she must have seen me as the most irresponsible of owners. But Misten couldn’t squat on her own at that point (her back legs were unreliable, and she fell when she tried to squat unless I was there to support her), and she had had amazing bladder control her entire life, except for being on a pill her last year after she had a couple of accidents. But the lady didn’t know we were dealing with an old dog who was dying and would be brought back to be put to sleep in two or three days, and she yelled at me. (My husband stuck up for me when I took Misten outside to see if I could hold her while she squatted and she could empty her bladder outside–which she did–but the lady was concerned that a wet floor might mean people slipping.)

    My husband asked for the same elderly vet since he had showed such sympathy, and he was kind and gentle. My husband thought to pay ahead of time at the desk while I was in the room holding Misten and waiting for the vet–he didn’t want to have to take care of the financial part while we were both just wanting to get out of there. The vet told me we could have all the time we wanted afterward, and we said that’s OK, I’d already sat and held her ahead of time.

    Tears are in my eyes now. It’s hard to say goodbye to a good dog, and she was that. It really was a stark reminder of what sin brought into this world, that an innocent sweet dog should face suffering and death can destroy.

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  12. You’ve got me crying with you, Cheryl. I didn’t really know Misten, of course, but I felt like I did, & I cried with you through those last months, & at the end. I’m sure everyone else here felt the same way.

    Heidi is not a particularly “good” dog, but she’s not too bad, either, & she is very sweet & friendly. It will be hard to say goodbye to her when the time comes. She’ll be eight on December 9, & is showing some slowing down. Of course, that’s in comparison to a crazy puppy. 🙂

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  13. Thank you for telling that story, Cheryl. I understand a little better now how hard that was for you. Misten was part of our Wandering Views community for such a long time, too.

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  14. From an e-mail Mary sent:

    “Right now we are a little less than three miles from Ellie. It’s a bit surreal after all this time and being so far apart to finally be here. We will meet Ellie at 3pm tomorrow afternoon (3am EST). We are nervous and excited!!”

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