Seems like only yesterday that we got together but I guess it was a week ago. Only a couple of trash issues this week. First, an admission by me. Last week I almost made a gigantic error. I had my garbage bag attached with clips inside the GARBY like my neighbor EM. On Tuesday morning, I dutifully hauled my garbage and recyclables out prior to 7:00 am. I placed the garbage into the GARBY as instructed in the manual. I next unclipped the garbage bag from the GARBY; I cinched up the drawstrings and proceeded to remove the filled bag from the GARBY so that I could carry the bag to the curb. WHAT? Hold the phone, good buddy. Midway down the driveway, I stopped, looked at the bag in my hand and said to myself, "hey dummy, what are you doing? Shouldn't you be pushing the GARBY to the curb?" I quickly looked left and right, whew, no neighbors out. I did an about face, quickly returned to the GARBY and placed the bag inside. The bag did not go peacefully of course. It required a bit of convincing. I strutted the GARBY to the curb as if nothing had happened.
Admission #2 - Today was the first day I woke up without Kinnick licking my face in over a week. Boy that felt good but rather strange also. I ran through my normal early morning routine. I looked at the clock and decided I should have some breakfast now. Out to the kitchen I go, muttering at how I am out of my morning banana. I noticed the rancid smell of a piece of left over fish so I grabbed it and tossed it in the trash. In doing so, I suddenly became aware the today is TUESDAY and it is 7:50 am. and the trash is STILL in the house. OMG!! (Anyone that doesn't know what that stands for?). It is 58 degrees and sweat is pouring down my forehead like I had worked out for a couple of hours. I grabbed the trash and recyclables near at hand and sprinted out the garage, through the stuff in their containers and quickly wheeled them to the curb. Great no traffic to worry about plus I had not heard the distinctive sounds of the garbage trucks yet. I think I am in the clear. I may have lucked out. This is the first time in a year and half that MY trash was late.
My current wife, Sue, didn't arise today until about 8:00 am. She is to blame entirely for my tardiness you know. She got home rather late last night. Seems she was invited to H, the educator's home for a touch of vino. It appears to be kind of a Wisteria Lane kind of thing. Never fear, I am onto it and on my guard. Now H wants the fitness center to add a "Silver Paws" program for dogs over the age of 10. I was pretty interested until I learned I would also have to "paw" language may be necessary for the hearing impaired PLUS seeing-eye trainers to assist those dogs that are sight impaired. I am looking for volunteers. Here is part of our conversation.
H: Lucy has been asking about your "Silver Paws" program.
Me: I will get my peeps to get with you. We do have quite a Silver Paws program as you are aware. I think Lucy would have a great time if she can put up with the geezer dogs.
H: I assume that your facility meets all ADA requirements and can meet the special needs of a blind, deaf, diabetic dog!
Me: ADA? Hmm - All Doggie Association? I will have my peeps check this out. We are all about special needs you know. Can Lucy bark in doggie sign language?
H: Yes, she is fluent in Beagle, Lab, and Terrier. Her Pug is a little rusty...she says they talk funny because of their noses.
Me: I find Pug a little difficult myself. I think it is the accent.
End of discussion so far. I'm waiting for my "peeps" to report back. As one can imagine there are a lot of things to consider. Not the least of which is how will the all-male population treat Lucy? Lucy is older so she knows how to handle herself but I wouldn't want to create an environment where there could be abuse if you know what I mean. We will see how this plays out.
On a related note, Yvette, the rep for the French Doggie Bidet, has been in with her service tech. He installed the latest model of the doggie bidet. It sure has a lot of bells and whistles that the earlier model did not have. I am anxious to give this new one a try with fresh eyes. Everything is adjustable. It even has a remote control. Things like spray pattern, stream intensity, angle of the stream, a #1 & a #2 stream, stream duration, air dry blower on/off, air dry temperature, air dry timer, automatic flush cycle and on and on. This appears to be a great improvement. The rep and tech will come back next week to give paw on training.
Yep, between the last cup of French Roast and now, I have been to a routine doctor's appointment. I made certain that I got my full 5 minutes with him. I didn't leave anything on the table. Got a blood test from a young lady that stated along the way, "hold in there baby, don't blow yet!" Wha? Hey lady, this is my arm you are talking about. When she finished, there was an unusual amount of pressure applied for a longer than normal time. Instead of the customary cotton ball and piece of tape, I have the cotton ball and my arm wrapped with this sticky ace bandage type of tape. I am given instructions to leave this on for a while, there will be bruising and "I went into a smaller vein next to the larger one and it blew." Great, were you trying to show-off your needle sticking accuracy or what? Why not go for the bigger one that "won't blow"? I got out of there ASAP. Next, I stopped by and picked up Kinnick. Yes, the same Kinnick that was delivered to his home last night after 10 days with me. How do you refuse? Jenny, the elder, has her house being shown around lunch time and Kinnick just isn't the salesman type that you would hope he would be. So here he lays and sleeps for the afternoon. Probably a small price to pay to help the kidlet out.
I best go now; my tongue is getting dry from spouting all this drivel. I am sure you are tired of hearing this babble also so as that guy, Will Rogers advised, "If you find yourself in a hole, STOP digging!" Sound advice if you ask me. If only I could follow his advice. Till next time - TA!
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