Life and stuff
Thanks for letting me throw my pity party here, yesterday. Every now and then, it feels good to just relax the stiff upper lip and take off the rose colored glasses and just have at it with the anger and frustration and whining. Truth be told, I have very little tolerance for such negative-nancy-ness in myself or others, so you can be comforted to know you won’t have to read a whole lot of those types of posts here. Although, I suppose, it’s good I posted something. If blogging were graded, I’d no doubt get a failing grade for the past year.
I want to thank my small blogger posse who gathered in Virginia last weekend. They were very understanding that I wasn’t able to join them as promised. In the darkness of my weekend, it was uplifting to be thought of and to get video messages from all of you saying hello. That really meant a lot. It wasn’t as great as seeing/meeting you all in person, but it was still pretty cool, none the less.
The tinnitus remains but it’s either dwindling some or I’m acclimating to it more every day as it seems a little less annoying lately. I’m still more tired than normal due, in part, to the meclizine. Oh, and did I mention I also have border line high-blood pressure and I am now on Lisinopril? Just add it to the list, Doc. What’s when more pill, eh?
Rita Mae started her 6 week training class last week (led by the same trainer who led Harvey’s class last year.) She (Rita) is sharing the class with 3 other dogs: “Stanley” a 6 month old male Golden Retriever, “Lola” a 6 month old female Lab/Great Dane Mix and, our personal favorite (shhhhh!) “Bug,” a rescued Rat Terrier of unknown age. (If you have been with me long enough, you will know why a Rat Terrier would capture my heart above all others, aside from Rita, of course.) Rita struggled through the whole class to make contact with the other dogs, whined a lot, and broke out into several episodes of barking. Jeffrey struggled to keep her calm the whole class, and was covered in dog hair and scratches at the end of the night to prove it. We were spoiled with how calm and quiet Harvey was through his training class, but we are committed to seeing this through so will do our best to help Rita behave more calmly in the presence of other dogs. As the trainer explained, her behavior proves her need to be there. She was not bad, per se, and everyone liked her; she just disliked being in a space with 3 other dogs and not allowed to play with them. I hope we will all learn to socialize better with other dogs so Rita can return to puppy day care and maybe eventually enjoy local dog parks and more play dates with other people’s canine kids.
My oldest brother is coming to visit (from Phoenix) for two weeks. He’ll be here tomorrow. I don’t talk a lot about my family on here, anymore, ever since I was accused of having a pornographic blog by an embittered, estranged ex-family member, so I won’t be posting pics or stories of his time here. Suffice it to say, I am happy about getting to see him again. It’s been way too long.
Work continues to be just that: work. I have good and bad days. Bad days leave me quivering with anger, outrage and disgust; good days are the ones that fall between Friday and Monday. I continue to diligently seek a way out, either via a new job or by selling enough of my hair, blood and organs on the black market to compensate for my lack of salary should I reach the end of my rope and quit.
I have not socialized a lot, lately, due to my poor health and dour mood, although we did recently make it out to a birthday party for a friend. It was good to see so many of our social circle; there were also many people I could have done without seeing again; and one or two I wish I was on better terms with. Que Sera sera. The only people I have spent much time with on a regular basis are the hubby and the bf, Jim. I’m pretty lucky to have two people that have proven, time and again, they’re sticking with me through thick and thin no matter what happens or what mood I’m in. I don’t know how they do it. Sometimes, I can’t even stand to be around myself. But far be it from me to punch a gift horse in the nuts!
Anyhoo, that’s all there is to share for now. This is the beginning of my attempt to blog more. It remains to be seen if that’s a good thing or not.
Be well, be fair, play nice and share your things!