Thursday, February 14, 2019

Remoting in and other ramblings.

That dull red was blood-red, just moments
before.  Yo!  Sailors!
Thanks to the Weather, with a capital W, I was forced to stay home Tuesday and Wednesday.  We had, in no particular order, sleet, rain, ice, snow, wind, sleety rain, icy wind, and more snow.  It was a very unusual snow - dryish, as in it didn't stick to my shovel, but abundant, as in it really piled up.  Because it did not stick, it was easy to rake it off of any roof, but it was heavy.  When I let HQ know that I was weathered in (we are into weird-speak now, I see), I was told I could remote in and finish my multiple tasks (yay, tasks!) including my onboarding placeholders.  What?

Sometimes I wonder what planet I woke up on.

I am back in the office today, but my brain seems to be hardwired into thinking it's Friday.  I hope I show up tomorrow, but it's 50/50.

I used a new conditioner this morning and my hair now has a bad case of the flops.  Which, given my genetic make-up, is not a good thing.

In a mad fit of cabin fever, I organized all my patterns.

Just when I thought things were too boring, I had to get a certain someone to the vet.  Out of the blue, there was mad head-shaking-ear-flapping.  Non-ending.  I poked around in the Pat's flappy little ears, but just came up with ear wax.  Into the car went the booster seat, seat belts were strapped in all around and off we went - just before the second round of ice.
My co-pilot in half-mouse-ear pose
We did a quick feeding of the barn cats and were off.  Thankfully, the main roads were in better shape than the secondary, and we made it safely.  After PB made the rounds - front desk, office, hospital - whatever doors are open or people appear, they are all his dear friends - Dr. Hannah dredged out his ears and found the beginnings of a yeast infection.  Then it was on with the tiny muzzle and the nail clippers were applied.  Geez.  High drama screaming, while rapidly wagging his tail.  He is too much.  He got treats and I paid the bill.  Back home, Lovey was thrilled that she hadn't been left an orphan and we got back to normal.  Except, I now have to add ear cleaning and squirting of ointment to our morning/evening schedule.  While it was all fine and dandy with Dr. Hannah, with Mom it's an entire different (and highly dramatic) ball of (ear) wax.

This Saturday, it's a hot time in the old town, with a Valentine's gathering where my sister and I are the youngest in attendance by a long shot.  I am spending Sunday firmly planted at home.  I've made a tiny bit of progress on my office/craft room and I am all fired up!  I may have a desk by the end of the weekend.

As for Valentine's Day - one of many minor holidays I normally ignore - I may rustle up the energy to shape the dogs' dinners into hearts.  Or not.  Bah, heartburn!


jaz@octoberfarm said...

i wipe th4e W's eye each morning and you would think i was killing them. i don't get it!

Susan said...

Right? It's crazy!

Debra She Who Seeks said...

I'm afraid I laughed all the way through your post, you funny gal. Happy Valentines Day!

coffeeontheporchwithme said...

Oh, sorry, sounds like we shared our weather with you! Yes, odd snow. I think it was made up of tiny ice pellets.
I am NO good with dealing with animal problems. I can't stick pills down throats, forget about nail clipping (thank goodness they are outdoor cats, and Scooter gives a good shred to the wingback chair when inside), and I can barely snip an embedded burr out of fur when someone wants to keep rolling. I have only perfected the art of molding some gross cheese slice around a dewormer pill. Enjoy your mornings. -Jenn

Mama Pea said...

You must be part owner of your vet clinic by now, no? Those little furry friends can be expensive, but what ya gonna do when they need care? Love the shot of your co-pilot in the car. Had to laugh at the picture you painted of him getting his nails clipped . . . screaming like he was being kilt(!) while wagging his tail. What a drama queen. I mean king.

Theresa said...

Sympathies on the weather. We had almost 2 feet of snow and then 8 hours of torrential rain. I got stuck two times in our 1/4 mile long driveway. A first in 19 years. Even a Subaru gets mired min literally 8 inches of slush. Poor PB and yeasty ears. Not surprising considering nthe long lean little flaps. You need to put him in mousie ear mode!Besides weather there are always fun things to look forward. Surprises and such. Have a wonderful VD celebrations. Chocolate is GF after all!

tpals said...

So much fun reading (not actually living) your drama-filled adventures.

Goatldi said...

Potato chip ears. Any breed with longer ear flaps can and usually is doomed to yeast infections. No air flow under there you know?

Toss in ear wax for good measure and well it is a loosing battle. He is a charmer the little land shark, er, stud muffin he is.

A most happy day of love to you and the crew!

ellen abbott said...

we ignore all the holidays, especially the ones that require you to buy gifts. much easier that way. it finally stopped raining here for a few days although the weather app on my phone tells me it's drizzling (foggy out). onboarding placeholders? weirdspeak. is that anything like artspeak?

Retired Knitter said...

Hahaha! Boy can I relate to the "high drama" experience at the vet. My Gand dog, Milo, a French Bulldog, does exactly the same thing. In fact, the last time I took him in for a nail clipping they asked me to wait in the waiting room while they did his nails (thinking he would behave better if he didn't have a grandma audience.) The screaming was dreadful and very loud. The techs called out past the closed door "We aren't killing him. Promise." A man came in the front door of the office, heard the screaming and turned around saying he would return later.

This is a dog who has NEVER been harmed - ever! Lived with my daughter like King since he was a puppy. Cuddled and loved beyond measure all his 9 years ... and, apparently, is ENTIRELY spoiled. Too funny.

Theresa said...

I forgot to mention, the B. Pat looks awesome in matching coat and leash. So dapper and dashing. Tell him I said so.

Kristina said...

Mia often gets ear infections, and yeah, no fun.