Unrelated musings...
Hmm. Penzey's Green Goddess dressing mix is not half bad with yogurt - but I think I'd like it better on potatoes than on salad. And their shallot-pepper blend is great on green peas. (Bear picked that one out from the smell - of course, he didn't finish his peas, but hey. Ate his chicken, some of his peas, ignored the stuffing - if he had to pick part of his dinner to ignore, I'd say the stuffing isn't a bad part.)
Our neighbor's cat (four doors down from us, or is it three?) decided this afternoon that Bear is his Good Friend - he kept flopping down in front of him on the sidewalk while he was playing outside, in clear "rub my tummy NOW" mode. He also managed a reasonable detente with Smokey the puppy two doors down, with only a little ear-pinning-back when Smokey tried to get too friendly (puppy's tail never stopped wagging, but of course a cat interprets that as a threat...). This cat is not supposed to be outside, mind you, because when he is outside, he has the tendency to forget where he lives - despite being all of three or four doors from home - and to attach himself to any passing human in hopes that they will guide him home. Or at least become his new staff. He's the one who wandered into our house once on a bitter cold day last winter, and because I didn't want to turn him out in the cold until his humans got home, he spent half a day stalking in circles with Sugar, occasionally trading hisses. Thankfully, that was not an issue today. And his human came home while we were outside, and reclaimed him in passing.
Only managed two units of platelets (and one of plasma) this morning, due to low iron. Need to work on that. Did walk a bit around Tysons' afterward, but not too much (no more near-fainting for me, that sensation - two donations ago, after I did too much and too strenuous walking afterwards - was SCARY), and made sure to eat something healthy afterwards. Sort of healthy, anyway.
And Bear threw a massive tantrum this afternoon, because when we left the vet's after picking up food for Sugar, his seatbelt didn't work. I offered to fix it, and tried, but got more tantrum and wails of "It's BROKEN! It WON'T WORK! It can't be FIXED!" plus quite a lot of physical resistance to me, you know, actually fixing it. Took about ten minutes of wailing before he'd let me do it already. I don't know what precisely brought that on, as the problem in question is a relatively easily-fixed one that's happened before, and been fixed before, in front of him. Sigh.
He also forgot his lunch bag at school, and I can't just use mine for him (since I'd need it, as I have lunch with him on Wednesdays) so I guess he's buying lunch tomorrow. Probably not as healthy as my lunches (I'm vain about my healthy-lunch-making ability) but less work for me, and healthy enough, and he enjoys it (it's breakfast-for-lunch day). Some days, good enough is good enough. I hope he actually ate the soup in his Thermos, or that's going to stink tomorrow when I get the chance to wash it out.
My husband sent me this picture - I had to ask who the people in the top picture were. But, given his answer, I think Ms. Frizzle would be proud of them.
Our neighbor's cat (four doors down from us, or is it three?) decided this afternoon that Bear is his Good Friend - he kept flopping down in front of him on the sidewalk while he was playing outside, in clear "rub my tummy NOW" mode. He also managed a reasonable detente with Smokey the puppy two doors down, with only a little ear-pinning-back when Smokey tried to get too friendly (puppy's tail never stopped wagging, but of course a cat interprets that as a threat...). This cat is not supposed to be outside, mind you, because when he is outside, he has the tendency to forget where he lives - despite being all of three or four doors from home - and to attach himself to any passing human in hopes that they will guide him home. Or at least become his new staff. He's the one who wandered into our house once on a bitter cold day last winter, and because I didn't want to turn him out in the cold until his humans got home, he spent half a day stalking in circles with Sugar, occasionally trading hisses. Thankfully, that was not an issue today. And his human came home while we were outside, and reclaimed him in passing.
Only managed two units of platelets (and one of plasma) this morning, due to low iron. Need to work on that. Did walk a bit around Tysons' afterward, but not too much (no more near-fainting for me, that sensation - two donations ago, after I did too much and too strenuous walking afterwards - was SCARY), and made sure to eat something healthy afterwards. Sort of healthy, anyway.
And Bear threw a massive tantrum this afternoon, because when we left the vet's after picking up food for Sugar, his seatbelt didn't work. I offered to fix it, and tried, but got more tantrum and wails of "It's BROKEN! It WON'T WORK! It can't be FIXED!" plus quite a lot of physical resistance to me, you know, actually fixing it. Took about ten minutes of wailing before he'd let me do it already. I don't know what precisely brought that on, as the problem in question is a relatively easily-fixed one that's happened before, and been fixed before, in front of him. Sigh.
He also forgot his lunch bag at school, and I can't just use mine for him (since I'd need it, as I have lunch with him on Wednesdays) so I guess he's buying lunch tomorrow. Probably not as healthy as my lunches (I'm vain about my healthy-lunch-making ability) but less work for me, and healthy enough, and he enjoys it (it's breakfast-for-lunch day). Some days, good enough is good enough. I hope he actually ate the soup in his Thermos, or that's going to stink tomorrow when I get the chance to wash it out.
My husband sent me this picture - I had to ask who the people in the top picture were. But, given his answer, I think Ms. Frizzle would be proud of them.
