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What Happens When You’re Making Other Plans

Monday, November 15th, 2010

I have been missing in action for over a month.

Maybe some of you have noticed. I certainly did.  I kept thinking I would finally get time to get back to my blog and touch base with everyone – and it just didn’t happen.

hiredbyherhusband_ukMy apologies. I will try to do better.  Honest.

George’s book came and went in UK and environs while I was MIA.  I deeply apologize to George and Sophy for not doing better by their book.

It was one of my faves and as it’s still available online – and will be out in the US and Canada in late January or early February –I will try to do something for them on the blog so you know them better.

George was such fun to write.  I’ve never had a physicist for a hero before.  He made things fresh.  And it was the book in which Gunnar, our dear departed flatcoat retriever, had a major role.  Gunnar played George’s dog, coincidentally named Gunnar, in the book – and a fine job he did, too.

George is leaning over my shoulder as I write this, muttering about letting him write his owhiredbyherhusband_usn blog piece. If I’d had a moment to think, I would have done so this past month.  Yes, I know  Demetrios did. And Sebastian.  And yes, you’ll get to, too.

What are you doing over Thanksgiving weekend, George?  Want to blog then?

Anyway, to catch up, let’s see – what’s been happening?

Well, Nick and Edie left without fanfare for England to visit my editor. They came back a couple of weeks ago for revisions which I am doing now.  Hoping to get a lot of them finished before Thanksgiving which we will be spending with a couple of sons’ families. 

Seeing the littlest grandkids will be a treat. Seeing the oldest play in the state football tournament this past week was a treat, too.  His team is going to the finals this weekend.  This is something these boys have been aiming for since kindergarten, it seems. And it’s exciting to see that they have made it all the way to the championship game.  I’ve got my fingers crossed.

ej ball 4 Unfortunately, while we did get to go this past weekend to the game, we won’t be going to next weekend’s.  Sigh. But we will be there in spirit, believe me.

I said I would do NaNoWriMo with a friend to “pace” her while she wrote. I don’t know what she’s doing, but I have written 500 words all month on the new book. I am, however, spending most of my time on Nick and Edie (and a thousand other non-writing related things).

I’ve been teaching a genealogy course which has been a lot of fun, but time-consuming.  Still, it has given me several ideas (as in, ‘where do your ideas come from?’) so it’s writing related, too.

I mentioned back in Sept that Micah had been bitten by a F.L.E.A. (as Sid the cat would say). That turned into a nightmare – because he got sick from the meds and couldn’t take them and so developed a secondary infection on his skin and he gave new meaning to the words “flea-bitten” until about a week and a half ago, when we finally got a med that worked. So now he is both looking and feeling better.Thanksgiving

We never saw another F.L.E.A. – and I hope I never do.

Those of you who celebrate Thanksgiving, what plans do you have? Good recipes to share? 

I’m really looking forward to it. It’s my favorite holiday because it’s the least commercial of all of them – and celebrates values of community and family and sharing and gratitude, all things I think are really important.

Micah : : Post-op

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

micahclose Good news!

Micah is out of surgery and in recovery.  The vet removed the mass from his chest in one encapsulated piece (more than you wanted to know, right?), and the only bad thing is that it was so big that he had to cut the pectoral muscle to get it out.

But that has now been sutured and Micah is resting well. He was in considerable pain earlier (well, who wouldn’t be?), but is asleep now with the aid of pain meds.  I have been assured that it is very likely I can pick him up and bring him home this evening.

I do not mean ‘pick him up’ literally, as pre-op Micah weighed 82 lbs and I am not a lifter of 82 lb dogs, even ones who might weight 80 or even 79 lbs now.  But I will be able to bring him home, we hope. And that is wonderful news.

The other good news is that all his blood work and heart check came back wonderfully well. So minus the tumor, he should be a healthy guy.

Whew.

Thank you to everyone who emailed me their good wishes. Thanks to Michelle for her comment and good thoughts. 

I’m so relieved, I might actually be able to think again.

You don’t want ‘after’ pictures, do you?  Not of the shaved chest and sutures, surely.

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Maybe of him smiling, provided he feels like it. 

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In another galaxy, my friend Linda said that Edie needs to call reluctant hero by name — and if he turns  around, that’s his name. 

Why didn’t I think of that?

She’s calling.  He hasn’t turned around yet.

Got any ideas? 

Keeping Good Thoughts

Tuesday, July 13th, 2010

I’ve kind of had it with this year.micah trimmed

Every time I think we might possibly be out of the woods, however briefly, something comes along to hit us between the eyes again.

This time it’s our dear treat-loving dog, Micah, who is celebrating his birthday this week by having surgery this morning.

Yesterday he came up to me, bumped his head into me as he is wont to do, and I reached down to rub his head and chest and – ohmigod – the mass on the right side of his chest (beneath three or four inches of camouflaging fur) is as big as both my hands.  Where did that come from?

Took him to the vet Monday. Vet said, “We have to get this off of him.  He could lose the use of his leg. Or worse.” It was the “or worse” that made me ill.  Losing the use of his leg is bad enough. I don’t want to think about the “or worse.”

So Micah is sleeping beside the bed as I write this. And I am rubbing his head with my bare toes, and praying that his surgery in a few hours goes as smoothly as can be. Praying that he comes out of it with his leg in good shape and all his ligaments attached. And the tumor gone.  And that he gets to come home and have a treat (or two or ten) in the evening.

He and I will be sleeping downstairs on the air-bed so he doesn’t have to climb.

Keep good thoughts. Say prayers. Do whatever you do best for dear dogs who need to get through surgery and keep healthy and strong.  He’s going to be 8 on Friday.  I want him to have lots of years left.