Dan hosted a great pool party yesterday that started around 3:30 and ended after midnight. While I left a little after 7 to head to a different, pirate-themed party, and I hear the pool party just kept getting better throughout the evening. It was mostly CrossFit Southwest people, which really added to the tv commercial vibe: young, sexy, beautiful, fit people playing beach ball volleyball in a pool in the sun, enjoying a refreshing cold adult beverage.
Check out those sculpted shoulder muscles as I reach for the ball — thanks, CrossFit!
Once again I keep getting better. Didn’t make it to 18 this time though.
I did 15 kipping pullups in a row tonight, beating my old record of 12. I think I can do more, too. Next goal: 18+.
“Your transaction was completed successfully and your enrollment is confirmed.” I just signed up for a summer line dancing class through the city’s Park & Rec department. I chose the Easy Intermediate option rather than the Easy Beginner option, even though I am in fact a beginner, because I don’t consider myself someone who would “prefer to learn at a slower pace”. Besides, I think that might be code for old people… Starting next week I’ll head over to the community center next to the library on Tuesday nights, 7:30-8:30, to learn some boot-scootin’ boogie. Probably also the macarena, the electric slide, and isn’t there a dance for Achey Breaky Heart? It’s two months of classes, so maybe that means 8 different dances? I’ll know them all!
I’ve spent the evening hopping from sewing blog to crafting blog to living-simply-and-without-waste blog, and I realize I need to do some basic maintenance to make Rabbit Style News more user-friendly. I’m coming up on three years and 350 posts and the only categories I have are Words, Pictures, Dog, Recipes (with only 2 posts), and What I Wore To Work Today, a grouping I haven’t used in a really long time. I also just discovered that I have 5 posts that I started but never published. Shame on me, keeping such beautiful prose from the adoring public…
Another thing I need is more pictures, and way smaller ones than what I was uploading at the beginning. I haven’t posted a picture since my brother took pity on me and gave me an extra laptop he had lying around. I haven’t transfered over any of my files, including all the digital photos. My old laptop was from the summer before sophomore year of college. It’s a pre-9/11 computer in a post-9/11 world. Ha ha ha how many times have I used that line? 8? 10? 19? My point is that any photos taken in the past several months are still on the camera and haven’t been transferred to the the new computer yet.
Finally, I should fill in the About section with something real, maybe an explanation of where the name comes from. I could even include images of the first Rabbit Style News publications from two decades ago.
I can’t remember if I’ve already mentioned my favorite quilting blog, Crazy Mom Quilts. I’ve spent the past hour reading the very beginning of her blog in November 2006 to see where it all started. The early posts have a handful of comments, compared to the 100+ her current posts regularly receive. A few weeks ago she started a One-A-Day Quilt Along and the initial mention has 344 comments from all the people expressing their delight at joining her for the quilt-along (I’m still undecided as to proper hyphenation). This woman has quite the following in the crafting/quilting/sewing community. With good reason, too, she’s constantly posting pictures of her latest stunning projects.
I’m ready to start my next quilt, and first I’m going to clean up my sewing room, or at least push aside the unpacked boxes enough to sort through my fabric stash and growing scrap collection. I love organization systems and have been looking forward to having enough fabric in various sizes to really need to create a system rather than squishing it all into a drawer or plastic bin. I’ll end up with a beautiful rainbow of fabric perfectly sorted by size in addition to color. This is not a new desire.
When I was in elementary school, I wore a lot of colored socks, often two pairs at a time, scrunched down just so underneath my tight-rolled jeans. (It was the late ’80s and early ’90s.) For years I had a drawer full of brightly colored socks… a drawer full of brightly colored socks carefully arranged in rainbow order. My friends saw them during a sleepover in 6th grade and laughed at me, but I shook off their mockery because it was so logical and right, of course I would arrange my socks like that, why would anybody do anything otherwise?
These days my socks are divided into only two categories, white and other (mostly black trouser socks), and they get thrown into a pile in their assigned section of the drawer rather than neatly lined up in a perfect row. Sorting through the fabric in my sewing room will satisfy my need to put things in rainbow order, a need that has been dormant since I moved on from the rainbow socks of childhood memory.
I’ve been knocked down with the flu for the past several days, causing me to miss attending my brother’s graduation from Georgetown tomorrow. $400 nonrefundable plane ticket=best graduation present ever, right? It’s what I deserve for all the talking I did a couple weeks ago about how I wanted somebody at work to get swine flu so that they’d have to close down the office for a week. (At the time they were still closing schools in the area when a student tested positive for the H1N1 virus.)
So instead of somebody else getting sick and the rest of us enjoying a week of free vacation, I get sick right before my scheduled vacation time that I will now spend feeling terrible instead of cavorting around Washington, D.C. Is it really swine flu? Probably not, but maybe. Let’s see what the CDC website has to say:
“The symptoms of this new H1N1 flu virus in people are similar to the symptoms of seasonal flu and include fever, cough, sore throat, runny or stuffy nose, body aches, headache, chills and fatigue. A significant number of people who have been infected with this virus also have reported diarrhea and vomiting.”
Yep, all of those things except the diarrhea and vomiting, luckily. So it could be regular seasonal flu or it could be swine flu. I don’t see any reason to run out to a doctor to find out which it is, especially because my fever is down to 99.5 which is almost regular human temperature. It would be kind of fun to tell people that I got the dreaded Swine Flu of ’09, but there’s nothing stopping me from doing that anyway.
Swine flu: two thumbs down.
We took the dog for a check-up this afternoon. The vet said that she thinks her heart is probably wearing out, based on a heart rate that would be expected in a big black lab instead of a small black rat terrier, a pale color underneath the fur, and general malaise. Also, this dog is old and that’s kinda what happens. She said that they could find out more specifically with additional tests and EKGs and mentioned that some people even install pacemakers, but I just shook my head through my tears and said, “No, she’s almost 16.” and she nodded. The young vet assistant was getting a bit misty-eyed too, and I apologized for crying when this was just an informative appointment and not even the end yet.
She prescribed a little bottle of a pain and inflammation medicine for treatment of osteoarthritis in dogs, mostly for our benefit I think, to give us some time “making her comfortable” while I prepare myself and come to terms with it. The vet said that sometimes when it’s the heart animals will go quietly in their sleep, but she’s never been that lucky and has had to make the decision with each of her dogs. She added that it’s always hard and the best she could offer was that we need to weigh the good days and the bad days and decide when there are too many bad, because only once in awhile will a dog will simply say it’s time for sure and refuse to get up one morning. Usually people have to make the decision.
I asked about what I’ll need to do when it’s time; she said all I have to do is call and they’ll make sure I can come in that day if necessary, usually during the lunch hour or at the end of the day. “That’s a good idea,” I said, “you don’t want me sobbing loudly as I come in and then leave afterwards, scaring the others in the waiting room.”
“It’s actually because it’s easier on you to have the time, and less about having an empty waiting room,” she said. “We do what we can to help you through it.” She hugged me and the dog when we left. I said I would see if Kalayna continues to eat better now that she’s trying new food (Cesar Select Senior canned food, the kind you might see served on plate for a tiny Yorkie named Princess Beatrice) and see how it goes for a little while, and I would be in touch.
I have a week off work coming up starting May 14 — I’m going to Washington, D.C. for a few days for my brother’s and sister-in-law’s graduation from Georgetown, but I have three more days off work than I need. It seems like I’ll probably use one of those days saying good-bye to Kalayna.
Earlier this spring I estimated that my dog had until a bit after her 16th birthday in September. A few weeks ago I downgraded it to 3 months. On Friday when I got home from work to find that she could barely stand and kept tipping over I shortened her life expectancy again to Monday when I could take her to the vet for one last appointment. She was doing better the rest of the weekend, walking around and jumping at the leash this morning, but if she doesn’t start eating heartily again then she’s not going to live another several months as hoped. I know she is old and has lived a happy long life and a peaceful death in my arms will be my final responsibility as owner, but knowing all that doesn’t stop me from tearing up just thinking about it, nor will it stop me from sobbing uncontrollably on the way to the vet, at the vet, and on the way home from the vet. We need to take some family portraits with Kalayna tomorrow after I get home from work, just in case.