is everything coming up roses. Best guess...neither.
My malady, illness, condition has not got a name,although I have been to Salisbury and Pokemoke City numerous times being poked, x-rayed, swallowing my pride,plus drinking stuff I wouldn't toss out of a car window for fear of injuring someone.
Does this mean I'm to live like this...walking into walls, not being able to hold on to a paint brush? Tiring at the slightest movement. Taking naps that rival my cats. I sure hope not....it is becoming 'old' and scary.
Thank goodness for books. They have gotten me through the bulk of this. Oddly enough I can hold a book upright and easily get lost in the written word.
Most recently I have been reading P.D. James and Elizabeth George. Two wonderfully entertaining authors.
I have become fixated upon Cornwall. Last night I went so far as to find estate agents, and browse through the offerings. Nothing dimmed my enthusiasm. I saw the ideal lodgings. This is just my fantasy of course, but it keeps me occupied. Much like finding a man like Tommy Lynley...fiction of the first order.
We are coming to grips with the dog situation. The trainer/behaviorist finally consented to answer my email. (her phone was not listed) She admonished me by stating the obvious....'had you come last year as you intended this may not have happened.' After getting over my initial fit of rage, I decided to email her back and dismiss the obvious and want to continue in the quest to train my two dogs.
This week also found us without transportation...water pump on the car needed replacement. You have no idea what lengths you need to go through to just get a simple referral. Our usual mechanic hemmed and hawed coming up with very little useful information. Alas, Eggman to the rescue. He knows the good the bad and the ugly about these parts.
Car is back, the bill was not as frightful as it could be,and included in the fix yet another referral to an air conditioning shop. It doesn't get much better than that. We just want to make informed decisions...and that has been denied us for the past ten years. I've told you how surley these folks can be.
Now that we have wheels, new appointments being made, and requesting that trainer/behaviorist be included on vet visit, I think I have things covered.
Truthfully.....I would like nothing better than to bite into something sinfully sweet. Is that using food as a reward? I don't care what its called I need chocolate.
Play it safe....RD