Item 1: Riley slept through the night (possibly because we did), so there are no incidents to report. Yay for sleep and yay for not having to clean anything up!
Item 2: We finished Breaking Bad last night. Good ending, but I have to admit to feeling a little disappointed. Too much build-up, I think. I’ll probably feel better about it with time.
That’s all the news there is to report.
We had another sleep-deprived night, thanks to Riley. He got up in the middle of the night, John let him out, he brought him back upstairs, and then Riley wouldn’t relax. He’d lay down for a few seconds and then pop back up and stick his nose in my face. I’d get him to lay down again and he’d pop right back up. After a few minutes of this, I took him back downstairs and outside, let him get some water, and then brought him back up. Same fun dance. The only way I could keep him down was by petting him, but I can’t pet him and sleep, and the second I stopped petting him, up he went. So I put him in the crate.
He had to go in the crate because we went through this on the night before last (Tuesday night). Riley got up in the middle of the night, I let him out, I brought him back upstairs, and then he wouldn’t relax. He did the whole lay down, pop up and bug me, lay down, and bug me again thing, so I took him back downstairs and outside, and then I left him downstairs for the rest of the night. I heard him get a drink of water right after I let him back in. Then, when we came downstairs yesterday morning, we found a river of pee, like the Amazon of accidents.
To prevent that from happening again, we tried to limit his water intake and keep him near us so we’d know if he needed to go out again, and that’s how we ran into last night’s sleep-deprived disaster. No accidents, but no sleep. So instead of leaving him loose downstairs, I crated him. We crated him during the day yesterday, and we’re doing it again today, but we really don’t want to have to crate him day and night. He’d be in the crate, alone in the basement, for 18 hours every day (or more).
Bottom line: we don’t know what to do. A pet sitter/dog walker would only give him a half-hour break or so in the middle of the day, leaving him with basically the same number of hours in a crate. We’re seeing the vet again Monday afternoon for the next x-ray and an exam, so we’re holding out until then. Sleepless (either from worry/unhappiness about the dog in the crate or from the dog bugging us) until then.
Riley still isn’t eating enough, and because we’ve been giving him so much good stuff, he turns up his nose at plain old boring dog food now. Seriously, I didn’t put anything interesting in his food and he didn’t eat anything for nearly two days. Tonight, though, he got a very good meal. I call it Salmon a la Riley.
He was quite happy with his dinner tonight. And he’s been cruising the kitchen for more.
It’s not supposed to snow in March! We got another 5 or 6 inches today. It’s over now, and we shoveled most of it just before noon. I think Riley is tired of it, too. We were playing out front, and when he was done, he headed to the house at a fast trot (a hop-trot really, since his trot doesn’t look so horse-like anymore). Sadly (for him, hilariously for us), he found a slick spot on the edge of the driveway, lost his footing, and faceplanted into the snow in the front yard. He’s not hurt, just embarrassed. Now we’re all hanging out in front of the fire, working and napping and dreaming of summer.
I didn’t take a before picture. Oops. Yesterday, we took out the toilet (fairly straightforward) and the vanity (not so straightforward) and ripped up the linoleum floor. The vanity had been put in around the existing plumbing, when the house was built, so it wouldn’t just come out after we removed the valves on the hot and cold water pipes. We had a choice – cut the pipes or cut the back of the vanity. John chose to cut the vanity (we’re replacing it anyway). Also, the cold water pipe kept on dribbling water even though the water was turned off to the whole house. So, you know, that was fun to keep cleaning up. But now there’s a big empty space where it used to be.
And there’s a toilet in the office.
Today we measured and cut the backerboard (what the tile will be glued to) and John glued it down to the floor.
You can see the hole where the toilet belongs. (There’s a rag stuffed in it – apparently that’s necessary. I’d rather not wonder why.) The shop vac is where the vanity goes. I took the picture standing just outside the shower. Next we buy the tiles.
John and I started a mini bathroom remodel this morning that is turning out to be a bit more complicated than expected. Not a lot, and I’m certain it’s still within our capabilities (or John is certain, which is enough for me), but it’ll take a little longer. I’ll have some pictures tomorrow. We went to Home Depot this morning to pick up some things and came right home to get started. There were a few things John had to do that he didn’t need my help with, so I busied myself with the music selection. I tried a bunch of existing genre stations I wasn’t in the mood for and then decided to create one based on “Modern Nature” by Sondre Lerche (which you may recognize (I know Mom will) as the song played over the credits of Dan in Real Life). My new station (which is on John’s Pandora account – I’ll have to create it on mine) is AWESOME (in an indie pop/rock kind of way). And I discovered some songs I like very much.
“Hard Luck Tom” by The Silver Seas
“The Show” by Lenka
“She Moves In Her Own Way” by The Kooks
I skipped posting yesterday (and Monday, I think), and I just can’t live with myself. I was doing so well! All but two days in January, and then all of February….until this week. This week has been hard. Not enough sleep (thanks, Riley), too many meetings and not enough actual work at work, other stuff – I would like a vacation, please. One where John and I can be quiet together and read and sleep and play on the internet and watch TV and not have to talk to other people or work or think about house things. I don’t see that in our future. There’s too much to do. But it’s not like we’re not having ANY fun. I mean, the Moulin Rouge sing-along was pretty darn fun. Oh, dudes. I won a can-can contest. For reals. Although I’m sure it helped that not one of the three contestants actually knows how to can-can. But it was fun. And I have proof (in the form of very grainy pictures from far away). That’s me in the middle.
To add insult to injury, it snowed again for much of today, and more is planned for most of tomorrow. Shoot me now. We’re only supposed to accumulate an inch or so, but that’s one inch too many for me. Spring, where are you? Please hurry!
I’ll be drinking all the coffee my stomach can handle today. I’m SO tired, and it’s all Riley’s fault. He woke up at 3:30 this morning and wouldn’t settle back down, so John kicked him out (it was his turn). The damage was already done, though - both of us had checked the time. It’s hard to go back to sleep when your brain is chanting, “The alarm will go off in an hour and fifteen minutes. The alarm will go off in an hour and ten minutes. The alarm will go off in an hour.” (It’s Tuesday – John has a boxing class at 5:30, so we wake up at 4:45.) I did manage to go back to sleep (and to start snoring, judging by the oh-so-gentle nudging I got from John), but I dreamed of waking up the whole time. I kept dreaming that the alarm was going off and I was getting up. In one dream, I got up at 4:15 and started getting ready, then realized it was 4:15 and went back to bed. That didn’t actually happen (I think). Then when the alarm finally did go off, my eyes were cemented shut. It was horrible, and all I wanted to do was go back to sleep. I’m going to a Moulin Rouge sing-along at a local movie theater with some friends tonight – I’ve been looking forward to it, but I was seriously considering backing out this morning so I wouldn’t have as many hours between right then and my next chance to sleep. We already rearrange our lives with our sleep schedule in mind (early mornings mean early bedtimes mean early dinners and son on) – I shouldn’t be canceling social plans, too. I’m the idiot for agreeing to go out on a school night, but come on – it’s a Moulin Rouge sing-along! So I’m going. But I’m about to have a third cup of coffee (or, as my coworkers like to call it, cream and sugar with coffee).
(My post title sounds like a Scrubs episode.)
My birthday present from John (aside from a heart-shaped Boston cream donut and tickets to see Three Dog Night in May – that’s going to be very cool) was a day in DC doing tourist-y things, something that we’d been talking about doing for a very long time. The main attraction (and what gave him the idea) was this traveling Puppetry in America exhibit on display in the American History Exhibit from now until mid-April. Among other things, it has muppets, so we went to see Scooter, Bert and Ernie, Oscar the Grouch, and Cookie Monster.
I love the muppets.
From there, we headed for the National Gallery of Art, but our nasty habit of getting there shortly before it closes lives on. We saw the Art of Byzantium from Greek Collections exhibit, a couple of American landscapes (Lake Lucerne, Spirit of War, The Voyage of Life paintings) and ran up against 5pm, so we headed for dinner. Where, you ask? Ethiopian, of course! We went to Meskerem in Adams Morgan for the first time in years. The food holds up, but the restaurant could use a facelift. Then it was back to our car and home to rescue Riley (and more birthday cake for dessert).
The weather was perfect, and it was a beautiful day.
More about today tomorrow. For now, this.
(It was a good day.)
I don’t care. Leave me alone.
That’s what I wanted to say all day at work today. Nothing bad happened – it was mostly a normal day, but I didn’t really feel like engaging with anyone. Go away, everyone, I don’t care. Leave me alone. I just want some quiet time.
Luckily there’s a weekend in my immediate future. And an outing!
These are from my team. They arrived shortly after I got in this morning. Then they sang Happy Birthday (they were goaded into it by someone walking by). Then they took me to lunch (and told the waiters it was my birthday, so there was more singing) where I had to deal with this indignity:
Then I got back from my lunch and was greeted with these:
After much confusion (the card only said “Surprise!”) and many texts, Mom finally admitted to sending them. So I’ve got LOTS of balloons. Mom’s are coming home with me. I’ll probably take my work ones home tomorrow.
I think my favorite rendition of Happy Birthday so far was Gaby and Corey’s (sorry, Dad – yours is classic (for us), but hers is cuter). It comes complete with cha-cha-chas at the end of every line.
It’s been a really nice birthday so far. I think I’m going to have to reschedule my birthday dinner for another night, though. I’m completely stuffed from lunch, and I really want lots of Indian food. I don’t have it in me to enjoy that tonight. But hey – that means more birthday time for me!
I think I’ve mentioned this before, but we live in the very definition of suburbia. Cookie cutter homes, sidewalks, kids, schools, playgrounds, the same shopping centers with the same grocery stores every two blocks. Completely developed, practically overdeveloped, and looking to do more. So imagine my surprise when I see two people riding horses on the bike trail overpass near the house. Who’s got horses around here? And where on earth do they keep them? And will they be my friends? I should have abandoned the car and chased them down. Because you know how much they’d want to be my friends if I did that.
Hey. How’re things? Yeah? That’s good. Same here. Work? Yeah. Never changes. Mm-hmm. Alright, well, I’ve gotta go…yeah, you, too. See you later.
I don’t want to keep having that conversation. But neighbors, you know? What can you do?
I could have spent all day working on a blog post, but instead I focused on finishing my book. And it took focus. It wasn’t bad, not in any way, but it wasn’t the right choice. I figured that out fairly quickly, but then I got stubborn. I was going to finish this book, THIS book and now, not put it down and come back to it later. So reading today felt a bit like a chore. A chore I have COMPLETED. Yay me. Now I can pick out a good one.
Mom commented about Eleanor & Park, which reminded me of Eleanor & Park, and I think that’s why all of a sudden I can’t read my current book (detective mystery/science fiction Kiln People by David Brin). I’m usually a fast reader – I think I skim over the words and take in the meaning and move on. (I’m not sure how I actually read – it’s not something I can analyze. It’s like thinking about breathing. If you think about it, you’re doing it manually. You can’t think about breathing and continue to breathe automatically. I can’t think about reading and just do it.) Just now, I found myself reading every word individually, as if I were reading them all out loud, but I wasn’t taking in anything. I have no idea what I just read. Why can’t I read normally? Am I distracted? Have I gone off this book? I’m enjoying it, but maybe it’s not what I feel like reading right now. That’s not going to change anything. I know myself – I’m not going to put this book down and go read something else. I might put it down and go DO something else. Actually, I did that to come here. Maybe this was enough.
Can I tell you something? I really liked Eleanor & Park. It’s probably not a book I’ll re-read, but I was completely immersed in it. Then I had to pick my next book. I wanted it to be something else I’ll really enjoy. Like, really like. I have two Robin McKinley books just waiting for me. But I want to be reading something I really like on my birthday. If I start something now (or Friday, when I was going through this thought process), I’ll be done with it by then, and what are the odds I’ll pick two books in a row I feel that good about? So I picked up this one, knowing I’d probably like it fine (true so far) and that I’ll be done with it in time to start something else (something I’m fairly certain I’ll love) before my birthday. There are a whole lot more books I like than books I love – I’m trying to plan ahead here. But I’m probably over-thinking this.
I like Stark Raving Red. Stark Raving White, on the other hand, is NOT good. Sharp, maybe bitter, and I don’t remember what else it tasted like because I stopped drinking it. Don’t buy it.
I did a lot of crying today, all over one book. I only cried three times, but my eyes still feel tearful and my nose is stuffed up (I think that started before the crying, though). The thing is, it wasn’t a sad book. There are sad things in it, but it wasn’t about sadness. And when I cried the first two times, it was in reaction to someone doing a good thing. The third time was in relief (I think) at the very end. Eleanor & Park by Rainbow Rowell. Good book.
I have NO idea what I’m going to read next.