The living room looks a bit different today. The manager here is now using my coffee table. I’m tired of running into it, Ivy shedding on it and subsequently cleaning her fur off the glass surface every day.
I’ve had a real bout of clumsiness lately. A week ago I banged my head walking into the edge of the wall shelf in the kitchen. I was walking fast when I ran into it so it was a good pop to the head.
Boy did that hurt.
Also this past week I’ve stumbled over the coffee table which has always been kind of wedged between the doggie steps and my recliner.
So I told the manager who just moved in here that she could use the coffee table. Life as it is right now is just not conducive to having furniture out in the middle of the floor.
I’ve tried various ways to solve this problem. But it comes down to what is absolutely necessary. I must have the doggie steps for Charlie. And I have to have my recliner positioned close to the couch so Charlie can walk up the doggie steps to get to me in my recliner.
A few weeks ago I fell backwards out of the bath tub. I was turning around to rinse my hair and lost my balance and out I went. Thankfully I have a hard head.
I think I’m just very tired trying to keep up with things and of course Charlie is my main priority.
When a member of your family is sick, you just do what you must do. Sometimes that means being tired when you go to bed and tired when you wake up. So you just keep on keeping on.
Did anyone ever actually use the coffee table? No, it was just there for looks. And I’d rather not be stepping around the doggie steps and tripping over the legs of it walking to my chair.
Last night I watched more of “Gypsy.” I can see why it only made it one season. If I had to use one word to describe this series, I would have to say vapid.
The therapist in the story played by Naomi Watts is selfish and does not put the needs of her patients first. I take particular umbrage to that. At the very least what she does is unethical. And we sure don’t need to encourage therapists to go beyond their boundaries.
At this point I don’t know how many episodes I have left to watch, but I’ve decided to see it through just to see how on earth they will end this ridiculous story line that isn’t much of a story at all.
Here is Ivy playing with her tail. That girl sure manages to have fun and entertain herself.
She’s been on the very edge of trouble all morning doing things she knows not to do. I keep having to refresh their water bowl because she took it into her head this morning that she was going to keep putting her paws in the water.
Thus she dirties it up and Charlie drinks a lot in the morning because he takes a diuretic. So Ivy has been sprayed with water a number of times today already.
Then she has this fascination with the hoses from my washer that dangle down when not in use. I keep the end of them in a small crock. She delights in pulling the hoses out.
I keep trying to break her of that, but she’s a stubborn kitty. I don’t need bits of water on the floor to slip on on top of everything else.
Charlie has had a round of coughing fits this morning. He always does this when it’s raining. And it’s been raining off and on all morning.
I just looked behind my chair and Ivy is now fast asleep on a pet bed I keep back there. I imagine she’s worn herself out trying to figure out what mischief to get into next.