I might as well get right to my main worry today. Charlie was treated for a urinary infection less than a month ago.
Now I think he has another one. Same symptoms.
I have a call in to the vet, who seems to be overwhelmed with calls this morning. I’m waiting for their return call.
I noticed he was peeing in the middle of the floor yesterday. I went to the Walmart market to get a few things about an hour ago. Came back and it was all over the place.
Now I don’t want to borrow trouble. But this is how it started with Abi.
Please, please, please let this just be something rather minor.
I cancelled the acupuncture appointment I had this week. Too many bills hitting me.
My microwave died on Monday evening just as I was trying to cook a turkey TV dinner. I had my salad all made and ready to eat and had rolls browning in the Breville oven.
It had been giving me trouble lately. But it was clear the thing had died. I’d had it over five years and paid around $75 for it. So I guess that’s pretty good for a small appliance in this day and age.
So I ordered another from Walmart.com. A fifty dollar microwave. Without having a stove/oven, I need a microwave. It should be arriving today.
I know I need to take my car in. Something is not right with it. But I’m no mechanic, so I have no idea what it is. Seems to slide around a bit when I brake.
I had the front brakes done a month or so ago. They said I didn’t need the back ones done yet. Maybe it’s that???
I need dental work done. Though the last two times I went to the dentist I had shingles within 48 hours.
The nerves around my back left teeth light up like a Christmas tree at times. Especially when I floss.
The thought of getting shingles again and the cost (I don’t have dental insurance) has me straddling the fence and leaning on the side of wait till it gets worse.
Then there’s my vision. I think it’s probably getting about time for cataract surgery. Things are blurring a bit. The optometrist told me back in the fall it would have to be done within the year.
So every time something else big comes up, I think to myself: This is why you can’t have another pet right now. The money just isn’t there.
I’ll have to try to stop looking at the shelter photos of kitties online. It’s like an addiction, I tell you.
They had a pure white kitty yesterday with the prettiest blue/gray eyes…
I have love to give. A lot of it. But now isn’t the time.
On the other hand I tell myself that there are so many homeless animals that need a home. Then I have to remind myself that it takes money to take proper care of one. And you’re not being responsible if you don’t take everything into consideration about such an important decision.
I am now reading “I Liked My Life.” Another good one.
A story from debut author Abby Fabiaschi that is “as absorbing as it is illuminating, and as witty as it is heartbreaking.”
Maddy is a devoted stay-at-home wife and mother, host of excellent parties, giver of thoughtful gifts, and bestower of a searingly perceptive piece of advice or two.
She is the cornerstone of her family, a true matriarch…until she commits suicide, leaving her husband Brady and teenage daughter Eve heartbroken and reeling, wondering what happened.
How could the exuberant, exacting woman they loved disappear so abruptly, seemingly without reason, from their lives? How they can possibly continue without her?
As they sift through details of her last days, trying to understand the woman they thought they knew, Brady and Eve are forced to come to terms with unsettling truths.
Maddy, however, isn’t ready to leave her family forever. Watching from beyond, she tries to find the perfect replacement for herself. Along comes Rory: pretty, caring, and spontaneous, with just the right bit of edge…but who also harbors a tragedy of her own.
Will the mystery of Maddy ever come to rest? And can her family make peace with their history and begin to heal?
For a debut, this is a stunning piece of work. I can’t wait to see what this author has up her sleeve for a second book.
Oh, and the wife and mother, Maddy, jumps off a building. Seems a strange way for a woman to choose to die. So I know there’s much more to that part of the story.