Que sera sera....
I am alive.
I got back from a 10 day trip in Florida on Sunday night/Monday morning. Hilights included my sister trying to hook my aunt up with the maintenance guy and me offering her a cold hard 100 if it ever happens,the 2 1/2 ton AC dying and having to be replaced via crane,a shark snacking on a little boy's leg on our beach, and me spiking my sisters ice tea a bit too much and her subsequent wreckage of displays in 3 stores as a result of said spikage.
It was a gorgeous 85 or so for the beginning of the trip. The last 4 days or so it dipped down to 75 and by the end, 60.
Relaxation effects are pretty much gone but I have my inadvertant tan.
So I get home going on midnight on Easter sunday because our flight was delayed several times due to traffic with taking off and landing. Minou was going in and out of the box and straining so I thought she was constipated.
I gave her olive oil and thought that would clear it up. Next day, I gave her more. Went to work to fill in for Kim. By the time I came home that night, she was still in and out of the box. I gave her a fiber supplement in her food and was hoping that would help.
Early evening on monday, my dad got into a bad car accident---very lucky he was not seriously hurt. Car is totalled but he walked away.
I got really scared and called the ER vet because I did't know how low it had been going on and wanted to know at what point I should bring her in. Doc is on an emergency and calls back at midnight. She said to bring her in right away next day but it was good that she was acting normally. She said that since she has no history of this, it was more likley it was urinary than constipation. Then it occurred to me I had never seen her pee or poop and that was possible. Circa 2am, I see the blood on her and finally felt better that at least I knew it was urinary and she was going but it was only a little bit. Didn't sleep more than 2-3 hours total. I brought her to the vet Tuesday am and made a care package because I was convinced it was potentially serious and she may have had to stay. Thankfully, the vet said it was a bladder infection and to give her antibiotics.
She's better, or so it seems, and is in the litter box less often. I still want to have a urine sample analyzed in case she has crystals.
Work was tiring and stressful, probably seemed worse than it was because I'm exhausted and my tolerance level for anything goes waaay down.
I had a late customer who left after 7, after we technically closed. But who came in just after she did? My fantasy guy. I have not seen him since October and everytime he came in, I miss him by an hour or a day or something that I have to lament over for at least 30 seconds. Yes, safe fantasy guy who I thought I had no shot with in hell in January in Anarctica. Last time he was in, Kath was there and he told her he was going to New Orleans for a month. Of course, he was in on Wednesday(yesterday). So I never expected him to come in.
He and I ended up talking for over an hour and half losing total track of time. It felt so natural.Comfortable. We talked about all sorts of things. We've talked before, but never like this, and never at that length.
He suggested we do coffee or something when he gets back from New Orleans. He's restoring a 106 yr old house he bought down there and will be there for 2 months. He showed me pictures of the house in progress and the house he restored here (a house I am familiar with as I find myself passing by it often on my way home very much intentionally.)
I am not deluded and think that this "date" will absolutely happen. Anything can happen from me never seeing him again to us having blond haired, blue eyed babies. Again, not deluded here---no need to get babyshower gifts yet--but what I means is that perhaps that there is some potential there.
If anything gets off the ground, its up to me if I'm going to do anything about it because running scared is my style.I haven't felt connected with anyone like this since James eons ago.
I can't say that I have a real "type". He is outside of the box and I like that. He is self made, artistic and funny. Tall, handsome, rugged with a ponytail.He flips and restores historic houses and restores hotrods.
I've been craving more--I want to live a little. I've been taking care of everyone for so long that I've neglected me. Maybe he's what I need.
I called Katherine after he left because it was all so surreal and she knows him. She knows I've liked him. We call him my McHunky. She's like, "an hour and a half, that's like a first date!"
Again, I may never see him again, but who knows. Que sera sera.
I got back from a 10 day trip in Florida on Sunday night/Monday morning. Hilights included my sister trying to hook my aunt up with the maintenance guy and me offering her a cold hard 100 if it ever happens,the 2 1/2 ton AC dying and having to be replaced via crane,a shark snacking on a little boy's leg on our beach, and me spiking my sisters ice tea a bit too much and her subsequent wreckage of displays in 3 stores as a result of said spikage.
It was a gorgeous 85 or so for the beginning of the trip. The last 4 days or so it dipped down to 75 and by the end, 60.
Relaxation effects are pretty much gone but I have my inadvertant tan.
So I get home going on midnight on Easter sunday because our flight was delayed several times due to traffic with taking off and landing. Minou was going in and out of the box and straining so I thought she was constipated.
I gave her olive oil and thought that would clear it up. Next day, I gave her more. Went to work to fill in for Kim. By the time I came home that night, she was still in and out of the box. I gave her a fiber supplement in her food and was hoping that would help.
Early evening on monday, my dad got into a bad car accident---very lucky he was not seriously hurt. Car is totalled but he walked away.
I got really scared and called the ER vet because I did't know how low it had been going on and wanted to know at what point I should bring her in. Doc is on an emergency and calls back at midnight. She said to bring her in right away next day but it was good that she was acting normally. She said that since she has no history of this, it was more likley it was urinary than constipation. Then it occurred to me I had never seen her pee or poop and that was possible. Circa 2am, I see the blood on her and finally felt better that at least I knew it was urinary and she was going but it was only a little bit. Didn't sleep more than 2-3 hours total. I brought her to the vet Tuesday am and made a care package because I was convinced it was potentially serious and she may have had to stay. Thankfully, the vet said it was a bladder infection and to give her antibiotics.
She's better, or so it seems, and is in the litter box less often. I still want to have a urine sample analyzed in case she has crystals.
Work was tiring and stressful, probably seemed worse than it was because I'm exhausted and my tolerance level for anything goes waaay down.
I had a late customer who left after 7, after we technically closed. But who came in just after she did? My fantasy guy. I have not seen him since October and everytime he came in, I miss him by an hour or a day or something that I have to lament over for at least 30 seconds. Yes, safe fantasy guy who I thought I had no shot with in hell in January in Anarctica. Last time he was in, Kath was there and he told her he was going to New Orleans for a month. Of course, he was in on Wednesday(yesterday). So I never expected him to come in.
He and I ended up talking for over an hour and half losing total track of time. It felt so natural.Comfortable. We talked about all sorts of things. We've talked before, but never like this, and never at that length.
He suggested we do coffee or something when he gets back from New Orleans. He's restoring a 106 yr old house he bought down there and will be there for 2 months. He showed me pictures of the house in progress and the house he restored here (a house I am familiar with as I find myself passing by it often on my way home very much intentionally.)
I am not deluded and think that this "date" will absolutely happen. Anything can happen from me never seeing him again to us having blond haired, blue eyed babies. Again, not deluded here---no need to get babyshower gifts yet--but what I means is that perhaps that there is some potential there.
If anything gets off the ground, its up to me if I'm going to do anything about it because running scared is my style.I haven't felt connected with anyone like this since James eons ago.
I can't say that I have a real "type". He is outside of the box and I like that. He is self made, artistic and funny. Tall, handsome, rugged with a ponytail.He flips and restores historic houses and restores hotrods.
I've been craving more--I want to live a little. I've been taking care of everyone for so long that I've neglected me. Maybe he's what I need.
I called Katherine after he left because it was all so surreal and she knows him. She knows I've liked him. We call him my McHunky. She's like, "an hour and a half, that's like a first date!"
Again, I may never see him again, but who knows. Que sera sera.