…my morning nap with Stanley.
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…my morning nap with Stanley.
…lots and lots of stuff.
…that I have learned, over the years, how to give up habits. My counters, now denuded of coffee machines, are just a reminder.
…that I’m feeling pretty darn good, considering I’ve started exercising again – the hour a day kind. Ouch a little. Stanley is a good exercise buddy. I throw him kibble. He sits on the floor and waits until I’m finished.
…that I write historical romance. I like writing about when men were manly men and honor meant something. Don’t kid yourself, there were always women who triumphed no matter the societal restrictions. But there were heroes, too.
…that we’re having cool days interspersed with 70 degree weather. What’s not to love, right?
… that there’s a company called The Farmer’s Dog. They make human grade dog food specially formulated for your dog’s breed and ideal weight. The more I’ve been investigating pet food the more horrified I’ve become. After a long talk with my vet I’ve decided to try their food for Stanley. I’ll let you know how it goes.
The other day I realized that I’d forgotten to send some CDs to a reader so I’m sending the package out this weekend. I have three more sets of CDs for To Love a Duchess. If you would like one, please send me an email to email@example.com with CD as the subject. I need your emails by 12:00 Midnight today because I’m planning on sending out the packages this weekend. I’ll draw names on Saturday. (And I’m sorry, but because of how heavy they are, it’s prohibitive to ship overseas or to Canada. So this drawing will have to be US only.)
The other day I told you about the Great Raccoon Caper. I mentioned, in passing, how expensive it was. Think 4 figures.
When I went out to the garage to do the garbage yesterday, after the trap was set, I noticed that water was coming from under my car. My first thought was radiator. Nope. It was the water conditioner. So, I called Culligan and out they came this morning.
It was the resin tank leaking. The resin tank is not a cheap bit of equipment. Mine went out of warranty in 2017. It turned out that it was the O-ring on the top of the resin tank. So, that was only a few hundred dollars.
However, the water pressure was 90 when it should have been 70. I have replaced the PRV (pressure regulating valve) three times. It is evidently going out again. When it goes out for good you don’t have water, so I called the plumber.
Please, Mr. Plumber, come out and replace the PRV, this time with a brass one that can be adjusted when it starts to go out in a year or two.
Of course, said Mr. Plumber. We shall bop out there on Monday and only charge you slightly south of $500.00.
It’s the first week of 2019. It’s already been mucho expensive. I’m thinking that this is like the old saying, “Bad rehearsal, great play.” 2019 is going to be my best year ever, y’all.
So that’s how I’m going to see these shenanigans.
I am deeply appreciative for the lovely people who have helped me this week. Rob, from Culligan, has been great ever since I met him in 2017. Jerry, my plumber, is one of the best people in the world. I like and trust them both. Waylon, of the raccoon trapping company, is a genuinely nice guy, too.
I would much rather have had NO raccoon or leak or PRV issue, but isn’t it nice to know super people? And I’m not kidding about the BEST YEAR EVER!
PS – Stanley is still recuperating. He was apoplectic about Culligan and was shunted off to the back yard for the duration. You could hear him from the front yard. Stanley was able to bark and whine to the max and has been treated to cuddles and cookies ever since.
Three days ago a report came from the World Health Organization that a doctor had contracted ebola. They state that it was “a scenario that we have all been dreading”.
The doctor, who lives in the town of Oicha in the Congo, is believed to have contracted ebola from his wife. The area of Oicha in North Kivu has been described as a densely populated war zone. According to Reuters, aid workers, priests, and government officials are being held hostage and many civilians have been killed because of the fighting between the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) and the Allied Democratic Forces (ADF), an Islamic dissident group. Hundreds and thousands of people have fled the area because of the killings.
According to US News, “the road to Oicha is a “red zone,” and staff from WHO are only allowed to travel to the area with armed escorts, but they can move freely within Oicha.”
There is a vaccine available that they’re giving people who have been exposed to ebola. Recently, however, a gang of youths burned down a medical center where they were giving vaccines when they’d heard of a death from the disease.
I don’t know about you, but I have enormous respect for medical personnel who don hazmat suits and attempt to fight ebola. Now, add the fact that they need armed guards to escort them into the contamination area and you have to salute their efforts.
Picture what they have to go through – in addition to being in the middle of a war zone, you have the usual problem of people refusing to abandon traditional burial customs and insisting that the disease is caused by witchcraft. Add one more issue: thousands of refugees fleeing the area because of the fighting.
These medical personnel have buckets more courage than I do and I can only thank heavens for them.
Plus, I cannot tell a lie. I wondered what would happen if one of those refugees made it to Italy, carrying ebola with him. That’s just one place my imagination does not want to go.
I will, however, be watching what happens in the Congo in the next few weeks.
Something odd happened to me today.
I got all my laundry done yesterday, so when I woke up this morning I got dressed, made the bed, and started working on all those pesky administrative things that I delayed all week. Bank statements, new ads for the books, a few catch-up business emails, that sort of thing.
I was setting up a new ad and I put July 14 through August 14 as the date range. I looked at July 14 and I asked myself why is that date so important?
First my brain said: it’s Bastille Day.
Then my brain said: it’s the anniversary of Flash’s death.
Can I tell you how surprised I am by that?
I dreaded this anniversary. I thought I would be crying all day. Instead of bursting into tears I was almost overwhelmed by a sense of gratitude.
I am so lucky to have had Flash in my life for however long I had him. I still maintain that he taught me so much. It’s because of him that I have Stanley. I wanted to be a dog owner again. I wanted to feel that shared love. I wanted to think about another creature other than myself all the time.
Silly Stanley has taken that idea and run with it.
He ate a piece of plastic yesterday and when I tried to get it out of his mouth all I succeeded in doing was shoving it down his throat. I immediately gave him a piece of bread and he thought that was pretty good. The plastic is small, 1/4 inch long and about that narrow. The vet thinks that it will pass and all I need to do is keep an eye on him and I have. I feel like I need to go behind him with a strainer.
I swear, when I cleaned up the yard the other day and looked at his, well, excretions, I found some stuff that was blue (the plastic from his Lure Pole) and green (from his plastic chew toy). I’ve taken everything plastic away from him and scoured the house for stuff he can eat.
So, I’m worried about him which is part of having a dog in your life, too.
Still, even with keeping me on my toes, I’m grateful for Stanley.
I think dogs are wonderful. They’re not only smart and loving, they enhance our lives. In most cases, I also think that they make us better people.
I know Flash did. The jury’s still out on Silly Stanley. 🙂
Anyway, I hope you’re having a lovely Monday. Stay cool!