lovely saturday

im excited to go to fenway park tonight. it's been a long time.

david sleeps on the couch sometimes which is nice for him and the dogs, whatever, but this morning he was there on the couch on the first floor sleeping and the dogs both came up to my room on the third floor to ask me for morning kibble and to be let out to do their morning business. why come to me? David was right there. Oh, yeah, they can't wake him up as easily as they can wake me up.

So I did get up, it was 10 am anyway, and i let them out and it is a beautiful day-they liked it, i made coffee and turned on the radio and did all the dishes. 45 minutes later, David is still asleep and I'm upstairs doing this and drinking coffee.

the dogs are back. Pickles followed me up immediately and Peretz just stumbled up the stairs himself. I heard him pause and stumble on his way up, poor ol' guy. What is hella cute is that Pickles removed himself from the extra futon (where dogs are welcome to sleep, night and day) so Peretz could lay down on there. and so Peretz has. Pickles looks out the window. I drink coffee.

All the news that is fit to print.

Peretz and his temper tantrum

Last night, around midnight, I heard Peretz's distinctive barking. I ignored it for the first minute or two because who cares, right? After a while, it had lasted long enough for me to pay attention to it and this is when I discerned that it was just the old dog, all alone, there was no Pickles joining him. This shows to me that there is no bat or other alarm-worthy reason for his barking so I ignored it some more.

After another minute or two I heard him give a howl. Peretz has a mini-howl that I hear only once in a while and it is associated mostly just with his own peevishness. Since I had to visit the bathroom anyway, I decided to check in with Peretz to see what the trouble is. I descended to the first floor where all the lights had been turned off by me a half hour before when I had decided to go to my bedroom for the night. David and Pickles were already asleep in D's room but I was lucky enough to be still awake to hear Sir Peretz's trouble making. I arrived downstairs to find him on a dog bed all alone with his barking discontinued (probably when he heard me coming in his direction he ceased). He looked perfectly healthy, awake and alert and when I questioned him, he gave me a sidelong glance all of us Peretz lovers know very well.



There was no apparent reason for his bark and howl that I could see, or any human would be able to conclude. He was just lying there looking well. I decided he must have just wanted attention and was feeling melancholy and/or dramatic. I encouraged him to come upstairs and join me in my room. "Come on, Peretz, come on." I bade him as I climbed the stairs. A couple more verbal enticements and he did rise and clamored up to the second floor, joining me at the landing. Pickles had heard my admonishments and emerged into the hallway from David's room and he then led Peretz to the comfort of their man's room, crisis over.

better

went to the doctor, feel better. sore throat was a combo of the common cold sore throat exasperated by allergy sore throat. took a tiny allergy pill, felt better
went to walmart which gave me a migraine. did buy 17 bottles of energy water and 8 quarts of oil for Ramon to keep as a stash in the trunk, feel better
went home and took advil, drank an energy water and crashed. feel better. drooled all over my pillow -why does allergy medicine make me do that?- feel better
david came home and made dinner, feel better
worked on issue 9 of Pawl Bitt, feel better
got encouraging and flattering remarks re: my verbal creativity, feel better
took dogs for walk before twilight, feel better
talked to brother, afterwards felt better. during the convo, i had a passing stomach ache and toward the end of the convo, another headache (not migraine) took another advil, feel better
watched LOST, feel better
brushed and flossed and swished around, feel better
drinking sleepy time tea, feel better
Kid's coming on Friday

can't shake this sore throat

still queasy, two months later

saturday-feel too restless to actually go back to sleep, although i did enjoy relaxing in bed with Pickles, taking off his collar, stroking and massaging his neck and soft chest. Peretz paces around expectantly, even though I did let them both out back to pee and whatever about a half hour ago. Does he want kibble or more outdoor time? i half don't care, feeling ambivalent. too lazy to get up and start cleaning, which i'd like to do today, in anticipation of Kid's visit next week. Bricker has piles of dust, dirt and debris, starting with my bedroom which has piles of dirty and clean clothes piled about as well as sticky spots on the floor where vitamin e capsules were squished.

meanwhile, when i am really thinking about things to do i think about my yard, how i should rake up all the dog poo to arrest total back yard stink (and peretz's bad habit snacking) and thatch the front yard to encourage grass growth, plant more ambience in the front yard strip between street and sidewalk -its ugly as hell right now- and pick up all the dead sticks, gathering them for next year's kindling. i get so hung up thinking about the gravel from the neighbor's driveway which was plowed into an ugly pile in my yard and left there over the snow months and the yukky berry vines that have taken over a patch of the backyard that i get stuck in my tracks and cannot actually make a move on any yard project.

besides all this, i just want to sew more clutterables and do another zine. guess i'll just lay down and think about making coffee eventually