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Jan. 3rd, 2009 07:42 pm.
I cut myself on some sauce today. I was pre-washing the dishes, and actually stuck myself on some hardened sauce on a pot. I start things soaking as soon as I'm done with them, but the handle doesn't hold water, so the pad of my middle finger was actually bleeding because of some former food.
We have to give Frances eye drops. Know what she hates? Rhymes with pie drops. We have this life-and-death struggle two times a day. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to have any grudge as a result, though I hope to avoid any situation where I fall down a well and have to send her to get help. So far I'm not seeing the inner eyelids looking a lot better, but I think they are some better. The vet said to expect big improvements Monday-ish, so we wouldn't be seeing them yet anyway.
Sarah continues to persecute the cat in the name of friendliness. I keep trying to get her to ease up, but she doesn't. She's standing here now asking why I typed her name, and when I told her, she's trying to get me to edit it out. Anyway, I have to get her some sunflower seeds, so let me move right along.
Cathy continues to improve. She got the drain out Friday morning, which was a big improvement for her. Her spirits are better and she gets around a bit now. She's taking laundry out of the dryer with the help of her daughter, who can actually bend over for the low stuff. Happy thoughts for her.
Did I mention the deer on Christmas? I saw them through our back window as we were opening presents. They were actually frolicking, chasing each other back and forth. They were pretty much in our neighbor's yard, though it seems almost as if they were staying outside the invisible fence (which is marked by a Christo-like procession of small white flags), but not straying onto our side of the imaginary line. I didn't get any good photos, but I got one that wasn't entirely bad.
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I cut myself on some sauce today. I was pre-washing the dishes, and actually stuck myself on some hardened sauce on a pot. I start things soaking as soon as I'm done with them, but the handle doesn't hold water, so the pad of my middle finger was actually bleeding because of some former food.
We have to give Frances eye drops. Know what she hates? Rhymes with pie drops. We have this life-and-death struggle two times a day. Fortunately, she doesn't seem to have any grudge as a result, though I hope to avoid any situation where I fall down a well and have to send her to get help. So far I'm not seeing the inner eyelids looking a lot better, but I think they are some better. The vet said to expect big improvements Monday-ish, so we wouldn't be seeing them yet anyway.
Sarah continues to persecute the cat in the name of friendliness. I keep trying to get her to ease up, but she doesn't. She's standing here now asking why I typed her name, and when I told her, she's trying to get me to edit it out. Anyway, I have to get her some sunflower seeds, so let me move right along.
Cathy continues to improve. She got the drain out Friday morning, which was a big improvement for her. Her spirits are better and she gets around a bit now. She's taking laundry out of the dryer with the help of her daughter, who can actually bend over for the low stuff. Happy thoughts for her.
Did I mention the deer on Christmas? I saw them through our back window as we were opening presents. They were actually frolicking, chasing each other back and forth. They were pretty much in our neighbor's yard, though it seems almost as if they were staying outside the invisible fence (which is marked by a Christo-like procession of small white flags), but not straying onto our side of the imaginary line. I didn't get any good photos, but I got one that wasn't entirely bad.
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