It’s here. The 2020 Football season has arrived. And with it September 2020. I mean there has to be something right? A little glimmer in 2020 that keeps hope alive? I seriously would like to pay for a cardboard cut out of me to be in the stands in the empty stadiums. Hoping we make it through a whole season but who knows? I have at least enjoyed the first few games.
Let’s see, what’s been happening….
Back in late August Cathy and I actually ran a real live race. I KNOW. We kept waiting for cancellation but nope, ran it we did. The Healthy Human Half Relay was back again. They did a great job of social distancing and I didn’t ever feel crowded. I barely saw anyone with me. I will say it did get a bit warm but thankfully my leg was overcast and early. Once we got finished it was time for the post race brunch and bloody, and then a beer or three to seal the deal.
After a great brunch at 5 West we walked ourselves up to the Tap Room West (our west neighborhood makes it so we never have to leave) for a top off.
Oh and yes, we had a designated driver so all was good. Our only race this year.
In other news we fostered a dog named Rosie–not to be confused with our foster cat Rose. Apparently she was listed on Craig’s list and then a week or so later ended up at Animal Control. I picked her up not knowing what to expect as I had been told she was somewhat aggressive to other dogs and to some people. But after I got her, and she got home, it turned out that she was the sweetest dog. Yes, she did have dog aggression but after some initial grumbling she got on well with my two. She was also very smart. Someone took some time with her because she knew how to sit, lie down, kennel, and fetch a ball (when she felt like it).
She’s so cute! But, as much as I loved her I already have two dogs, and a third wasn’t feasible. I was planning on an out of town trip in October to Grand Forks (stay tuned for more on that) and I had to ask for help with fostering. Turns out, an adopter was found and Rosie, the luckiest of all dogs, got adopted. She went to a 50 acre spread with three other dogs and the most wonderful owner ever.
I mean, what could be better and apparently the princess continues to be spoiled rotten…
I couldn’t have had a better adoption ending. As for my dog fostering days….well, those are over. I may babysit but no more fostering. I peaked with Rosie.
Rose the cat is still here tho.
She’s a good cat, likes to be petted but not picked up and held really. She’s also a real chow hound. I’m going broke feeding these beasts.
Puddy and Rose go round and round. They don’t seem to get along yet Puddy seems to egg Rose on. The fighting is a bit annoying but that’s what it is. Still, since Rosie the dog has left the cats are again emboldened to be out and about and enjoying the entire house again.
Rosie has been gone for a week and I’m not gonna lie, the energy level dropped a LOT. I mean as soon as I got home from dropping her off it was like a different place. It was so quiet.
But we have adjusted and moved on to other things. Mainly that Lily Pad got very sick. Very. She’s a foster I adopted cause she’s just so cute. Three legs, no tail? Can’t say no to that.
BUT–she also has some nerve damage to her back end and one of the problems that’s created is she gets constipated. The past couple of weeks she has had huge hard poop (I know, TMI) which has been difficult to pass. In the end she just couldn’t and she filled right up. When she started vomiting she bought a trip to the vet. Poor Poppie. She got cleaned out and we are hoping with a LOT of laxatives she stays regular. Oh, and she’s on a special compounded drug called Propulsid. Guess what that does? Good Lord.
So it’s been three days now and she’s sort of feeling better. We had to keep her in a kennel because of some drainage issues (I’ll just leave it at that but after two enemas, colonic lavage, and manual disimpaction, well, use your imagination if you must). I’m trying to get her to eat cat food again but it’s taking a lot of baby food toppings to get there.
We have to limit her outings as there is still some drainage. And this type of news is how I social distance because after reading this no one will ever want to come over, let along sit down, in our home again.
Also, it’s probably a little off putting to have a giant dog kennel with a cat box front and center in our living room. It’s how we roll now.
ETA–So the new symptom is that the drainage (TMI) was actually urine so now we have a whole NEW problem. Sweet Jesus.
We have been doing lots of walking with the dogs. We hit the Douglas Trail after a rain storm so we had it all to ourselves with no bikers yelling at us.
And we took a little stroll around Cascade Lake too
I’ve been doing some sewing too. Although after work I’m not usually in the zone. Martha (Doesn’t) Take A Trip quilt marches along. As I may have said before, because this is 2020 and nothing is really working out, neither are my squares. This quilt is written for a different template tool of which I thought I had the equivalent. Apparently not because all of my points in the center square are gone and the blocks are an inch bigger that they are supposed to be. I’ve tried modifying every which way but know what? I’ve just quite caring and am soldiering on.
The fabrics are super fun. Lot’s of cats and weird little faces and foxes and just what I love. I am over half way with these squares, I need 32 total. Then I start on the next type of square which I’m sure will be as pointless as these.
We’ve had some smoky AM’s and PM’s, but no smoke in the air, unless you count my neighbors annoying backyard fire smoke. Ugh. The atmospheric smoke makes for orange sunrises and sunsets.
I did a bit of the Covid spending (before I did a bit of the medical pet spending) and I ordered a frame (finally) for the picture I bought in Norfolk a couple of years ago. 2018 to be precise. The year we ran the terribly hot and humid Rock and Roll Va Beach
I digress, here’s the picture with the frame I bought.
This painting is called War Time by Briton Riviere. It hangs in the Chrysler Museum of Art in Norfolk. It’s a bit depressing as the man is supposedly holding a letter informing him of his son’s death in war. Yikes. But I really like the painting. So there it is. It will be added to my gallery wall. I have a few pictures in my unframed collection to add. This isn’t that big of a picture really. So plenty of room to clutter up the wall.
In closing, I just want to say Rest in Peace RBG. I have your image right next to me every day, and because of you women today don’t get turned down for jobs because we are young, newly married, and “might get pregnant and leave”. Thanks Ruth Bader Ginsberg. You will always rock.