Day two of no FB. I may spontaneously combust. How sad! Perhaps this is why I was bloggier in the past than I am now.
Finally getting ready to do the front planter renovation and had to weed the whole thing. Got through about half of it yesterday.
Fantastic way to spend a few hours in meditation. I see what gardeners enjoy, and I suppose it only gets better when the growing things you plant start to take on their own life and character.
Oh, um, not that rehab. Not the one where I stop with the rear crossing of weave poles either. Both of which might be wise?
No, no, talking about Ky’s rehab. Holy shitballs, it is a lot of stinking work to do.
We had our first appointment yesterday and got our first series of exercises.
I now have a spreadsheet schedule of what to do when and the number of reps of each thing to do.
We can rebuild her. We have the technology. Better. Stronger. Faster.
Okay, I’ll be pretty damn happy with “can do all her favorite things again” but if you can reference bad 80s TV, you probably should.
Shooting black men who are no threat, mass murders of police, Brexit, Bloom, Trump v. Hillary, heroin is back and it’s angry. ISIS. Have we all gone crazy? Is this a low water mark in our modern civilization or is this just the 24 hour news cycle?
Is anyone really reading beyond the headlines? Are we really able to feel for all these remote people and events? Should we be living our individual lives differently? Are we all part of the problem, even when the problems seem horrible but so remote from our cosseted lives?
We all want an answer. We all want more peace. But don’t the bad actors also think that they are providing an answer and their own peace?
Humans are complicated. I think I’ll go teach the Pointer she can turn to the right.
This statement is almost always bullshit. When it’s not it’s a sign of *supreme* narcissism.
What kind of a person care what *no one* thinks? Parse it a different way. How would you feel if you heard someone say “I don’t care how I make anyone feel.” Kind of an asshole, no?
So, don’t kid yourself. The goal is not to stop caring what others think. The goal is to behave in a way that is kind, avoids hurting others, doesn’t impose on people. If you can’t say anything nice, and a toddler will not be run over because you didn’t speak up, perhaps you should NOT speak up. If, conversely, you may save actual harm to others by speaking up you are morally bound to do so. Think hard about if it’s harm you’re saving others, or just pushing your opinion on them.
Back home from 13 or so days on the road to California and back. Another fantastic trip with a show on each end bookending some fun training at Nancy’s.
Take aways from the training include work on rear crosses and work on “don’t drift!”
Rave struggled mightily with bars on the first weekend we were south, with one in 6/8 runs. I may have been (not proud here) rather ready to hang it up and move on if he’s not able to process better than that at 20″. After a few days of training back at 24″, he went on to have one bar the following weekend, that I’ll take partial credit for, regardless of whose job it is, and one in Team Gamblers at the USDAA show. So from 6/8 to 2/14. Like getting our timing in place matters or something?
Fair amount of things to think about came up over the trip that I’m still processing, but if I wait until that is complete I will not have written anything *today.*
Getting into the routine of writing something daily, even if it’s mundane, includes writing when there are variables to the routine. Next trip I will do a better job.
If you happen to have stumbled onto this location, you may have noticed things like that the sharing buttons are removed and there is no way to comment. That’s because I’m doing this writing for *me* not for the wider world, and not to try to get attention or get reinforced by attention.
Well, apparently “every day” managed to skip, oh, four.
Cass’s birthday was 6/26. She would have been 12 today. Which seems pretty amazing, that it was all that long ago.
Yesterday at the camp site while Ky was on her 5 minute potty walk, she stepped in the biggest glop of pitch I’ve ever seen in my life.
90 minutes of panic, swearing, crying, scissoring, picking, washing, washing, and washing followed. I didn’t even stop to take a picture, it was that terrifying and horrific to have her in a pitch boot on her left fore so bad that if there had been a reputable emergency vet at hand I might have taken her in. Not to mention, really difficult for a dog to function with NO legs available on one side. “Pro” tip. Penetrating oil may not be something you really want all over yourself, your RV, and your dog, but it beats some of the possible alternatives in this situation.