On Monday I took it easy and played on the computer, figuring out how to post photos on Twitter using something called Twitpics - how could that be bad? Then in the afternoon I got into the countdown to Cuba vacation mode dragging out the one way suitcases and various items collected over the past two years to see where the gaps were. The actual packing of our clothes is usually accomplished in about 15 minutes and fits into a carry on bag. It's the finagling required to cram the tall stack of gifts into the 55 lb. luggage allowance that is exhausting. An appointment has been made for Sunday evening for same as it is (at least) a two person operation and that is the only time available until we leave... a week from today - but who's counting?
Tuesday and Wednesday were spent in gainful employment doing long days (and they sure were) but there was an added bonus of having good travel and work buddies so that always helps. And I was successful in not one, but two IV starts! I have begun to regain my confidence and have settled myself to the thought that it will just take time to get up to speed. I had a day off (if you can call it that with the schedule I kept) and work nights on the weekend.
Poor Klyde as you can see from the before (on left) and after (right) photos of the coiffure experience he has had a bad haircut day. And before you think that something's happened to his hips - he often lays like that. He's not one to really care what anyone thinks but
being shut in the front entryway w
ithout food or water since last evening, then carted to the vet in a cardboard box (no way could I locate the cat carrier) in the pickup truck (which I was taking for the shore captain to have repaired - more on that later) then waiting for 45 minutes at the vets to be 'admitted' with badly behaved dogs, then conscious sedation during which dematting, pedicure and immunization was done, a nap in a large cage before being dragged home in the cardboard pet carrier I purchased at the vet. He was very relieved to be rescued but still majorly ticked off at me for being involved with the whole fiasco. Needed to be done and it will grow out. Since I felt very badly at being such a bad cat-mother I have resolved to brush him weekly.In between my to and fro of the animal hospital I managed to take the shore captain's truck to have the tire fixed. And by this I mean a large piece of wood from the side of the wharf which was wedged between the rim and the tire causing the alignment to be out and a shake in the front end. When I suggested he might be the one who could benefit from bifocals (the not wearing - I didn't say not needing - of glasses being important to himself) he finally disclosed that he could see but had run down the wharf when he came off a pile of snow there. I'm nominating him for that show 'Canada's Worst Drivers' if this keeps up. Of course I had missed the appointment at the garage when it took so long to get sorted out at the vet in the a.m. so I had to beg a Neon to run my errands. This allowed me to visit Frenchy's and shop with all those folks who are already retired - ah to dream - scoring some great Cuba and personal finds. Off to the drugstore for requested items and then some grocery shopping. This consisted mostly of convenience foods for the heir to the empire who is being left home to pet sit. No point in stocking up on veggies as I'll have to throw them out on my return home. By the time I got the truck back, transferred all the shopping over and made it home it was 2 p.m. Only time to make brown bread, read the paper and head back to pick up Klyde before getting a haircut myself, and not a bad one at that. Full day.
Tomorrow I am going to pace myself after sleeping in and then perhaps read. Ahh.
