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What I’m feeling today

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Ruby: happy, hot

Ruby: happy, hot

Anxious · Guilty · Sad · Overwhelmed · Despairing · Needy

What I’m feeling today.

Imagine what I’d be like if I hadn’t done yoga 3 times this week!

I took Ruby to one of my favorite off-the-beaten-path parks today. This is what we walked along and stared at for about an hour. {Well, I stared; Ruby roamed restlessly at the end of the leash and wouldn’t lay down.}

Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon

Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon

Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon - River tide pools

Sawyer Park, Bend, Oregon – Deschutes River tide pools

Helping out, Looking for shooting stars

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Another long day. And a very very busy week ahead.

I helped a former work colleague out early this afternoon by letting him come over and demo some knives, which is his new gig. Even though I would never do this for a stranger and find in-home demos extremely cheesy, and I really didn’t have time today,  I decided to sit through the demo anyway, because I would hope somebody would be willing to do awkward things for me if I needed them to. Even people I don’t really know very well. It was kind of fun, even though both of us knew that there was no way I could afford to buy anything. I only wish it hadn’t taken over 1.5 hours. A lot of that was my fault though, for asking so many knife technique questions, and questions in general.

So I kind of got a late start on my other stuff. I didn’t get nearly enough done, but did get a few important pieces rolling for my grad program app – references requested, information gathered, essay outlined. And some other maintenance things out of the way that I now don’t need to do tomorrow.

This evening the kids came back. I went to grab vacuum bags at Sears, and then to walk Pilot Butte in the mostly-darkness, because nobody else felt like coming with me. It was beautiful up there, as always.

Unfortunately, a block from home, I saw a body lying in the road and a cluster of people standing around. My heart skipped a beat—it looked a lot like my greyhound Ruby. Same approximate color and shape, a little smaller. As I pulled closer, I could tell it was a fawn, still with spots. It had been hit by a car and the couple had stopped (so many people don’t) and the police had been called. Neighbors were milling about. The fawn had massive injuries, but was still alive and struggling—yet nobody was touching her—they were all paralyzed with inaction. I hurriedly parked, took everything out of my loose shorts pockets, and sat down with the baby, saying  at least we could comfort her in her last moments. I stroked her and talked to her as her life ebbed away. So sad. I also tried to comfort the young couple who had hit the deer—they obviously felt very badly and very helpless. I actually felt pretty helpless myself. It’s at these times that I wish I had medical training—I was a vet assistant for a short time a few years back—but it didn’t really help me learn to deal with massive trauma. Not that much could have been done in this case. We all looked around a bit for another baby or the mom, but if they were there, they stayed well hidden. I hope they know we’re sorry, and we tried.

After I got home and cleaned up, and composed myself a little, the kids and I took a ton of stuff into the backyard to set up for sleeping under the stars and watching the meteor shower. We get quite a bit of suburban light bleed here, but I’m hoping we see a few later tonight. This is something I’ve been wanting to do with the kids for years. I have great memories of frequent sleep-outs in the back yard with my family every summer. And yes, I don’t have time to do this either, but I’m doing it anyway.

Too much screen time

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Way too much screen time today, especially for a beautiful Saturday. A shame.

But we got Tuesday’s show completely done and uploaded, and I pretty much finished the show notes as well, excepting those few things that can’t be updated ahead of time. What really sucks is that the show was done by 11:15 this morning, but  I had to go back to the studio tonight to re-record two short segments, because I mispronounced somebody’s name and only this afternoon thought to ask. You’d think in over a year-and-a-half that I would have learned to find these things out ahead of time!

Anyway, after finishing the show (I thought) and picking up a couple of vegan donuts for the hubs and I, and finishing the show notes, I did finally get to some of my SharePoint training prep. Much more of that to do tomorrow, though. Hubs spent the day photographing his friends longboarding, which, frankly, sounds much more inviting than my day.

I was so exhausted, I fell asleep in the tub. Thank the gods that I put down my library book—it wouldn’t be the first one that I drowned.

I want to stay up and look for meteors. Really. I went out around 11:30 tonight, but didn’t see any. Too much suburban light, probably. But I have somebody coming to the house at noon tomorrow. And I really need the sleep.

Sweet Ruby is healing up nicely. She got her tubes out the other day, has been off pain pills for a few days, is done with her antibiotics, and is able to be unsupervised without her track muzzle (they wanted us to be sure to keep her from messing with the stitches). And she’s in much better spirits: Wagging her tail, following us up and down the stairs, having a good appetite. When those stitches come out, she’s going to be feeling great.

Mellower than Saturday

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Thankfully, Sunday was mellower than Saturday. I slept wayyy in, cleaned the master bedroom, read some of Zoe Weil’s Above All, Be Kind and put together an intro and some questions for Zoe, who we’re interviewing tomorrow morning. I also reviewed some songs that we might feature on All Things Vegan.

Other than that, we had an impressive thunderstorm. Exactly what Ruby didn’t need today. We thought maybe her pain meds would dull her normal anxiety about thunderstorms—we even gave her a little extra (within the OK range from the vet)—and she still freaked out and spent much of the evening squashed under the desk in the closet. Poor little nut.

Later this evening, we turned on the Mars Curiosity coverage and have left it on. If it lands around when they think, I may still be up. But I have to get up at the crack of dawn for the ATV interview, so if there are issues, I may not.

In spite of this, the day flew by: I’m not sure where the last 11 hours have gone!

The hound is back!

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The hound is back! Ruby has had quite a day, but is recovering nicely. We took her in for her “laceration repair” this morning and since she was being kind of cranky about it, they mentioned they’d probably need to sedate her for the procedure. So, I roped them into doing a dental at the same time, because she was way {years!} overdue and it doesn’t make sense to subject a 12-year-old dog {or any dog} to anesthesia more than necessary. And, of course, it saved money to lump the two procedures together. {Not that we needed yet another bill right now, but it couldn’t be helped.} We didn’t get our regular vet because he happened to have swapped shifts today, but everything went well with the other vet and techs.

It turns out the cut wasn’t deep, but it was jagged and definitely needed to be cleaned up and sutured. I’m surprised at how messy it is now—the initial wound barely bled, but the sutured wound bled a lot and continues to weep; they had to insert a couple of temporary drains which come out in a few days. Staples come out in 10 days. And her teeth look great; she had a few minor teeth removed, but for not having a dental for many years, I think she lucked out. And they also caught up her nails for me, which, frankly, I was embarrassed about. I had let them get way too long recently, since she’s been more and more impatient with getting her nails trimmed over the last few years. Lastly, her blood-work looks pretty darn good for her age.

She’s obviously in a lot of discomfort, and is cracked out on pain meds, but she’ll be OK. She’s able to walk around, if a bit unsteadily, and can even manage the stairs, which is great – because carrying her 60 pounds up and down without hurting her might have been a bit awkward. I think as a result of this unfortunate accident, that in a few days she’s going to be feeling better than she has in years. I hope, so anyway.

So I spent the day driving Ruby to the vet and back, and my step-son to the pool for the afternoon. He observed and assisted as we cleaned the wound last night, and came with me to the vet this morning, so that was a productive experience for him as he feels pretty awful about accidentally hurting Ruby.

The rest of the day I laid low and tried to de-stress from the worry over Ruby: finished a novel, made food, did some editing for the show, watered the lawns, that’s about it.

Short night ahead with an injured hound

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Well, it’s going to be a short night. A few hours ago our greyhound Ruby was accidentally caught in the door to our latticed-in back porch {the used-to-be screen door has plastic lattice attached to it instead of screen}. As she was coming in, I came out the sliding glass door and Pip darted out, because she loves to be on the porch and find ways to escape into the back yard. My step-son saw Pip coming out and slammed the latticed door shut to keep her on the porch—but Ruby was half-way through it.

Ruby screamed and jumped back into the yard, stumbling. I thought she was just scared, because she’s the most skittish, sensitive soul I know, but I felt along her body for any injuries, just in case. I picked up all her feet, felt them, bent her legs, ran my hands along her torso. She seemed fine. It took 5 minutes or so to convince her to come back through the porch and into the house. She then went to lay down in her downstairs bed.

Later, I called her upstairs and she jumped on the bed. There were several of us hanging out in the room and going in and out, and I even sat down to read while waiting to check on dinner. Somewhere in there I went to give Ruby some love, and discovered a huge gash in the underside of her right thigh, right in the crease. It had hardly bled at all, but looked deep and was gaping open. Thankfully, my husband was able to locate supplies to clean the wound as I wrestled a very unhappy greyhound. We grabbed her loose plastic muzzle, which was nearby—I’d been using it lately to aid me in trimming her nails since she’s become increasingly cranky about that over the years {she’s 12}. Finally, we got her cleaned, wrapped, and stabilized and after a while we helped her lay down. Eventually, she calmed down enough to get a little sleep. But she’s obviously very uncomfortable. She’s going to have to wear the track muzzle all night, because we can’t risk her waking up and messing with the bandages.

Poor sweet thing. I’m not looking forward to getting up at 8a to call the vet to see if they can squeeze her in—she’s probably going to need a bunch of stitches. And I’m not sure how we’re going to get her downstairs.

Greyhounds have such thin skin! Our other greyhound, Deimos, injured himself on multiple occasions resulting in large open wounds. They always looked terrible but eventually healed up just fine with good care on our end, without stitches. This one might be tricky though, because of the location. I sure hope our favorite vet friend is in tomorrow.