Here’s India in the snow:
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…is comprised of:
- the guy at Starbucks saying “That’s not you!” upon seeing the picture on your credit card, and upon being told that it, in fact, was me, only *20* years ago (in college) saying “WOW. You look much better now!”. And giving me a free mocha.
- a delicious lunch out with new work colleagues at Sandwich in Chapel Hill (a restaurant I’ve been meaning to try forever) — grilled cheese with shaved beef and prune preserves — yum!
- a delivery to my office of my favorite flowers (gerber daisies and roses) that were sent by aklikins
- bonus mid-afternoon birthday cookies from work folks
- cards and presents (from dtnorman and Adrian’s parents and sister and my aunt and uncle) in the mail (one of the presents from my Dad was a tiny remote-controlled Mini Cooper… as it turns out, I don’t have a puppy after all, I have a cat!! You should have seen her trying to catch it and batting it around!)
- dinner out with aklikins at Rue Cler — more yummy!
- presents from aklikins — including a new laptop with a touchscreen that is *neato* (and I just want to play with it now!!). And a remote-controlled WALL*E (who falls over rather drunkenly a lot, which is funny) !! And lots of other really swell stuff!!
Ignore me sounding extremely silly. Focus on the puppy. So cute, the puppy. :-)
A silly video of India after her bath, doing the “snorgling” thing:
Does anyone know of someone who will either (a) come stay in my house while I’m away to take care of India or (b) board her in a non-caged setting (she can be baby-gated in a room, but her “Granny”, a.k.a. my mom, has put the kibosh on kenneling her in a standard kennel). This does *not* have to be an official boarding service…someone who does it on the side would be great.
She’s “piddle pad” trained (though I would keep her on a tiled area if you’re away) and isn’t difficult, really. Very affectionate little beastie, too.
The immediate need is from this Friday afternoon (10/5) to this Sunday (10/7) and the weekend after (10/12-10/14), but I also would like to know someone for future aways…
I just lifted the pup off the floor so she could lick up a little milk I spilled on the arm of my desk chair at home. Is that a bad thing…?
There are a lot of things that I say about myself that — in my head, over a long, long span of time — have become somewhat apocryphal. The allergies thing was a good example of that … I’d spent so long telling people that I had atrocious allergies that I’d started to believe I was exaggerating. Going back to the allergist and hearing him say that I really do have some of the worst allergies he’s seen reminded me that things I’ve said about my allergies were’t exaggerated for the point of good story-telling (not that I don’t do that too), but were, in fact, grounded in reality. (Oh, the shock).
I had another one of those things happen last night. I tell people I have a distinctive laugh (in fact, I think it’s been part of my personals ads), but again, over time I’d come to think of that as an overstatement … based on comments people had made, sure, but not necessarily “reality.”
There do exist some old recordings of shows (in very tiny venues) where there’s lots of back and forth banter and audience participation and whatnot and you *can* hear my laugh in those. But in the past several years I’d written that off as bad data, in that the people who were telling me this were good friends who, of course, would recognize my laugh… I could recognize theirs in the same sessions, so no biggie, right?
One of those shows was by Tim Easton, perhaps my most favorite singer/songerwriter ever. I had a chance to go see him last night (for the first time in three years, probably?), and I was surprised, amazed and pleased as punch when, post-show, Tim came out to talk to folks, spotted me, smiled and said: “There you are! I could hear you laugh and was so glad you were here!”
One of my friends (John, who pulls together the music jams I sing with sometimes) just lost a pup to cancer. It’s strange to me because I’ve never “attached” myself to dogs before. I couldn’t have one, so there was no point in wanting one and so I just mentally distanced myself from the whole species. Now that I’ve got India, I’ve found my whole puppy universe has blossomed and I pretty much love all dogs. There are dogs that are more “my type”, for sure, but I’ll be darned if I won’t sit around and watch dog shows these days.
So the news about Minor hit me hard. He’d always been John’s-dog-who-made-me-sneeze, but somehow in the last year I’ve grown to appreciate what an amazing bond he and John had and what a generous spirit Minor had (allowed all these *strangers* to come in his house every month and make a ruckus!). His passing was not unexpected, but I don’t think it makes it any easier.
My heart goes out to John, who has lost two dear pup friends in the space of a few short months.