Anyway, I was desperate to have a few days, which weren't part of a holiday, to just stay home and get shit done. What did I do? Thursday, I let Seamus stay home from school and we took Phoebe to the vet. One does not simply take Phoebe to the vet. One of the vets in the practice wants us to consider behavioral meds, but the vet we saw on Thursday suggested a trainer. The visit went relatively well, until it was time for the shots. Seamus and I were able to restrain her for the rabies shot, (it's lucky the rabies was given first) but when it was time for the second vaccine, Phoebe was NOT having it. She only weighs fifty pounds, but she is incredibly strong. The the vet was holding the uncapped needle with one hand while grabbing the bucking dog with the other, all in an exam room not much larger than a toilet stall and I realized that someone in the room was about to get a bordetella vaccine and it might not be the dog. The vet tech came in to assist, so now there were four people in the vicinity of the flailing uncapped needle, which did eventually meet its target in Phoebe's hind leg. Sort of. I heard the vet say, "I guess she got some of it." That's OK, we'll just rely on the herd immunity. Later, I noticed that the fronts of my thighs were covered with bruises, presumably caused by my attempt to wrestle her into submission.
|Phoebe the Terrible|
Then we picked up my dry cleaning, with Phoebe weeping furiously in the car. At home, I gathered up all the old aluminum down spouts to take them to the scrap metal dealer; debris from when we got the house painted two years ago. (This is what happens when both spouses work, it takes two years to get stuff like this done.) Then Seamus and I went to the DMV so he could take his learner's permit exam. (He passed.) Back home for lunch and a brief rest, and then I headed downtown for more errands.
Friday, I decided the housework could wait and took a field trip to the Wegmans in Gainesville. I can't believe I drove eighty miles just to buy groceries, but Wegmans is worth it. I CAN'T WAIT for the Charlottesville Wegmans to open.
I didn't bother to eat before I left the house and I also forgot to pack anything to drink. After an hour of wandering through Wegmans, my cart was so heavy I could hardly push it, and suddenly I was sweaty and dizzy and it seemed like I might actually pass out in front of the pop tarts club packs. I didn't faint, thank goodness, but I realized it was nearly 11:00 am and I hadn't consumed even a single drop of water or any food all day. I bought a bottle of water and felt much better. Must Get the Egg Bagels Home Safely. And this wasn't even my most extreme Wegmans run. Once, after spending eighteen hours in a plane, flying home from Cape Town, I stopped at Wegmans immediately upon leaving Dulles airport, before driving all the way back to Charlottesville..
It was necessary to take a good long rest after getting home and putting the groceries away, but I was recovered by evening and we drove to Richmond to have dinner with Brigid. We went to Ipanema, a vegetarian restaurant in the Fan that was like going back in time to the early '90s. It's a paperless restaurant, so the menu was listed on a chalkboard near the entrance and you had to memorize what you wanted before going to your table. Our server then had to memorize all our orders. It was great to visit with Brigid.
Despite the two extra days off, I was still busy all weekend with my usual weekend stuff, mainly cooking for the week ahead and cleaning. I did find time to install a new blogger template, which I bought on etsy. It's going to take me a while to complete the finishing touches. I'm also thinking of getting a new blog name as well. Fatuous Observations is so old fashioned, but I can't think of anything better at the moment.
Finally, many thanks to Suburban Correspondent for the copy of Knitting Rules, which I won in her giveaway.