May 12th, 2004

come and get me

Thoughs about stuff

I had to carry Relampago a block to get to the car to get to the vet. I wore my ankle high, bright red, rubber boots with a one and a half inch heel. I say that if you have to wear rubber boots just to walk from your house to your car, they should at least be fashionable rubber boots. The vet bill wasn't as much as I thought it would be, because a lot of the bloodwork was already done when he had his surgery, though Relampago is under orders not to cost any more money at the vet until his next scheduled check-up. The only thing they needed to do was draw blood for his heartworm test, give vaccines (injection AND up the nose), and then pull his stitches out. Dr. Young said he looks really good and he's a healthy dog. I'm always happy to hear this, especially as Relampago gets older. Relampago got dropped off at my mom's house after his vet trip. I just couldn't face the mud again.

I got an Amazon shipment yesterday, and I started a new book. Jasper Fforde's The Well of Lost Plots. It's the most recent in the Tuesday Next series, and the last one, Lost in a Good Book, had all sorts of rave rewiews saying that it was Harry Potter for grown ups. I'd say it's more sophisticated, and you definitely need a frame of reference based in British and some American literature, but it's definitely in the same sort of spirit of the fantastical. I read the last one when I was at the ranch in early April, and I enjoyed it immensely. It looks like it's going to be quite a series.

Speaking of the ranch, we're all headed out there this weekend. It's my birthday on Sunday, and my dad's is in two weeks, so we decided to have our party at the ranch. I don't know who all will be there, aside from the five of us and the four dogs. My pooches will love it.

I saw Beyond Borders last night. Ok movie. Clive Owen is quite the hottie, and I could see traipsing all over the world to be near him. I'm not quite sure, though, that it was a good idea to see a refugee aid movie after the last few weeks. There's been enough drama about human suffering, and I can only absorb so much of the real thing. Adding a fictional element doesn't really do much to calm me down.

Apparently my entire street is pissed off about the road construction. I don't know why. We all knew it was going to happen, and if it rained, we knew we'd be in muck. It rained, we're in muck. I will say, though, that I felt sorry for the three people whose cars got stuck. One person even parked on the other side of the street and still got stuck.

My major complaint is that the trash never got picked up yesterday, and I have a very full trash can. That is not the fault of the construction crew, though I imagine the city people will whine about the consctruction preventing them from picking up trash on our side of the street. I am pissed, though at the trash that was in my front yard this morning. It was clearly just thrown randomly by construction people, who figred that the muck allowed them to just throw their garbage wherever.

Putting aside the real rut in front of my house, I'm in a sort of other rut. I joined the gym, but I've only been once. I need to go back to bootcamp and kick myself in the rear. I don't know why I can't do that.