If you are keeping track, the title is how long it's been since I posted. We've had our ups and downs these three months. The Plaidman no longer requires all communication be in "Canadian sign language" (repeat at increasing volume until understood), which is very nice for the nerves & blood pressure. Disco is still dithering about becoming employed, you know, for like actual money.
I can't really give you a moment by moment for most of these 3 months, but I can tell you about the most "up" parts. Y'all, we went to Texas in July which is total crazypants as it's Hell's lobby that time of year. Yes we stayed with my wonderful Sis and her sweet hubby Steve, and got to spend time with the nieces two. They have a rescue puppy! She's seven months old, part border collie & part whippet, lovely smooth coat in black & white. And loves everybody, of course. And smart! She's learned to stay back from the front door, while using the back door freely--she knows the difference. We were bunked in the master suite, which was nice except the doggo knows how to open the door. She liked to come wake me most mornings, of course I was quite tickled to have the alarm waking me with kisses. We were there about 4 days, when the Plaidman tripped on the concrete steps on the deck. He didn't feel that he'd hurt himself, until about an hour after. We took him to the local ER, and after Xrays and ultrasound it was determined that he'd pulled a hamstring. We were due to fly home in a few days, but Sis & Steve insisted we stay another week so he could recover some. I had much calling to do to see if we could keep the cat sitter another week, change our flights (oh yeah, that's just more $$$$), and then the real hassle of getting emergency vacation supplies of my prescriptions. I only needed 5 pills each of 3 prescriptions, but over the next few days I think I called the pharmacy 15 times. Also had to have my specialty pharmacy reroute my anti-hormonal (cancer) drug from delivery at my house (absolutely useless, since I was in Texas) to delivery to my sister's house. That actually went pretty well, they were only a day late in delivery. I hope we can get back to normal delivery when I call them again. So...we had to do laundry 3 times while we were there, as we only packed for a week with one laundry day. Disco had no trouble putting together more outfits, because her cousins went thru their closets and gave her about 40 nice tops (some still had the tags on), which we somehow managed to pack into our 3 suitcases and 3 rolling carry-on cases (we checked all six pieces at the airport). We each had a tote, and another carry-on: Disco & I had purses, and the Plaidman had a cane. I was surprised that the cane didn't wind up in an overhead bin, since whenever I've had one that didn't fold up on a flight, the attendant has taken it from me. Maybe I just look like someone that would smack somebody with my cane, I don't know. We had a ladies day with Sis, went to the Burkes outlet and spent some dough. Sis had to run home but Miss A had her friend C, Disco, and me load up to her dad's car and carried us to the nail spa. Now, I have never cared to wear polish; it just seems to chip off within days and looks ratty if it's not redone. I've maintained my nails, but with the treatments I'm taking they have just about up & died. They are extremely fragile, splitting and peeling (peeling! like cheap leatherette!) and always snagging on my clothes. Well, Sis says I should try the gel polish, as it would protect my nails and look nice too. Why social media for sick folks doesn't mention this I do not know. So now I have beautiful French nails, and have not had to file them in weeks. I am quite pleased, especially since my darling daughter, the DiscoDame herself, paid for my manicure. AND I was just checking Yelp for nail spas in the area: we have four different ones with 5-star ratings very close to the house. I will check them out. Disco needs hers redone; I'm going to see if she'll try the French style since the nail tips are reinforced.
So, we finally made it back to home. TomTom Tiger was just about out of his little mind, meowing up a storm -- but not howling or panting or showing any other signs of excess stress. He couldn't decide which of us to follow around, and just kept zipping between us. While Disco & her Dad were unloading the car, TomTom came into the bedroom with me. I got to petting him, and he just rumbled his big purr. He's a mellow little guy, as long as he can stay home. We got some cute pictures from the cat sitter; I'll have to put them in the computer to get one in particular on here.
Ok kids, what did we learn on this trip?
A) Pack entire prescriptions, not just enough for the planned visit. It's ok to save space by limiting the supplements, but you never know if you'll leave as scheduled.
B) Gel manicure is the bomb.
C) Nieces grow up too fast. The Peerless One is taller than her sister, who's 7 years older.
D) Dudes older than 68 need to supervised on concrete.
