Sunday, July 15, 2018
I haven't felt like posting lately. I haven't felt like doing many things. I sit in the living room in front of the AC unit and reread Agatha Christie mystery books or I watch Youtube videos. Anything to occupy my mind. Every now and then I remember that Mother has died and it still seems unbelievable. I got a letter almost a month after she died, delayed by the post office. I felt terrible reading it.
Of course I have been busy with things. The main thing is a little puppy that showed up in the vacant lot next to my friend Reuben's apartment. He posted a photo on Facebook asking someone to help with the puppy and I went the next day to get it, intending to give it to a friend who wanted a dog. Well that didn't work out and so now I have a puppy named Ruby. She is super friendly, cute, and rather smart. Is mostly potty trained, although she occasionally poops in the house. I taught her how to fetch and she is able to do that very well. Buddy gets along with her, he doesn't mind her excitement when she sees him.
Protest.
Martha Stewart had a pizza dough recipe in her magazine a few months ago and so I decided to learn how to make it. Surprisingly easy.
Homer, Roger, and Patrick.
I worked the front door of Retro Game Show in June. Always a fun event.
The last week of June I took Ruby to New Mexico with me, since I was teaching historical archaeology at the field school. I was almost there when I got a flat tire, the first one I've had since buying my first car in 1993. A kid named Albert gave me a ride to the field school camp and then Allen drove me back to the car and we took the tire to the tire shop, who got me a new one the next day. Anyways, Ruby was super charming with the field school students and the next morning she even climbed into the trenches and dug a little.
This depression I am undergoing has not made things easier. I hope I get over it soon.
Of course I have been busy with things. The main thing is a little puppy that showed up in the vacant lot next to my friend Reuben's apartment. He posted a photo on Facebook asking someone to help with the puppy and I went the next day to get it, intending to give it to a friend who wanted a dog. Well that didn't work out and so now I have a puppy named Ruby. She is super friendly, cute, and rather smart. Is mostly potty trained, although she occasionally poops in the house. I taught her how to fetch and she is able to do that very well. Buddy gets along with her, he doesn't mind her excitement when she sees him.
Ruby.
I've attended two protests about the kidnapped children being held by Border Patrol or I.C.E. or whatever Nazi-Republican entity. Honestly, the anger I feel about this and the other bullshit Shithole is going is affecting my health. I clench my teeth at night. I awake with my entire face aching. I have vile thoughts about Republican politicians.
Martha Stewart had a pizza dough recipe in her magazine a few months ago and so I decided to learn how to make it. Surprisingly easy.
Pizza.
I have been to pool volleyball twice.
I worked the front door of Retro Game Show in June. Always a fun event.
Homer and Tempest DuJour.
At home Buddy Cat and Snowball have decided they don't hate each other. Snowball does not like Ruby. Buddy Cat is used to dogs, just ignore her.
Buddy Cat and Ruby.
After Kevin moved to his own place, I set the dining room back up. I took everything out of the china cabinet and cleaned it, then re-arranged the family heirlooms.
Family heirlooms.
While these things were happening I managed to get a nasty cold and felt awful. I'd forgotten what a baby I am when sick.
Ruby shows Evan the correct excavation method.
I took my friend Peter down to play in the pool at Ray and Robert's. Their friend Travis was there and then their charming friend Aaron came over. It was a nice escape. Ruby enjoyed the trip.
The pool.
The one frustrating thing is that Ruby keeps pooping in the house. I take her outside every few hours, and then bring her back in and she poops. I just mopped the living room floor with Murphy's oil soap, hoping that will kill whatever smell she has left behind. She knows she isn't supposed to do it, and knows I am upset about it. I hope she out grows it. I take her outside and she gets so easily distracted that she doesn't want to go to the bathroom. I haven't had a puppy since 1991 or so, when my roommate Mike stole one and I had to care for it, until I told him to get rid of it (he used to get mad at me for calling it Fluffy).
Ruby behaving at the vet office.
This depression I am undergoing has not made things easier. I hope I get over it soon.
