fatigue + overwhelm
day at the beach + ice cream
I was so loved up by your comments on the last post– honestly, y’all are too sweet. I do try to answer back, but some of your blogs lock me out unless I sign up for wordpress and alas, I am too much of a rebel to be forced to sign up for a program– makes me crazy that they do that– so just know– you are awesome. And, I– as ever– sucketh quite exceptionally in the field of responding to the kindness of comments.
But I do try to be up front about that so you don’t have any false expectations of me—
Last night I discovered that Henry has a raw bleeding 8 inch spread under his neck— sadness. This is not the first time my fragile flower has had skin issues– he is part sharpei, after all. Yet, it’s always a shock to me– so he is on a healing regimen that has him looking like he’s ready for supper– and yet– that’s simply the only soft, white cloth I could find to keep him from touching the area as it heals.
Really now– are there other dog owners that resort to using white linen napkins as tourniquets? I ask you– welcome to plain old crazy town.
Tomorrow I am taking my very first art class at RISD– thanks to a heads up from Amy. Of course, on a weekend where all I dream of is lying in bed and spending hours doing absolutely nada– not sure if a two day intensive of 6 hour classes back to back is advisable– but then, font o’ wisdom I am not. Wild, spontaneous, impulsive creature— yeah, pretty much.
So, whatever you do– when I come in here on Monday all mewling about “I so tired . .” tell me to put a sock in it. m’kay?