Month: February 2012

And they call it puppy love….

During the last few days I’ve spent a fair amount of quality time with my roomie’s dog.  I often am gone quite a bit and so is she. It occurred to me that when I have time I can spend at the old homestead I should spend it with our favorite little fur buddy.  Especially since the doggie day care went out of business so he can’t go play with his buddies and the weather has been so inclement he isn’t even going to the dog park regularly.

So instead of disappearing to an office or my bedroom, I’ve been bundling up on the couch with my little pal in the fur coat while I slave away on the laptop.  Since it is still cold out he enjoys being wrapped up in an old serape I got years ago at the Alaska Fair in Palmer, Alaska and curling up next to me – or on me, if he can manage it. In between documents and naps I encourage him to learn the game of fetch and make him the odd scrambled egg or olive oil laced kibble.

Yesterday when I got home he had been with his Mom, heard me coming and shot out of her room (a very unusual treat for him) and down the stairs. I was actually surprised since usually I play second fiddle (as I should) to his Mom.  He spent most of the rest of the evening camped with me on the couch until I scooted upstairs for a teleconference call.  When I got home tonight we also spent some serious serape time together with him sleeping across my legs.

I only recently realized (thanks to the new hearing aid) that he makes little grunting noises when he gets cuddled, like a little pig. I now wonder if all dogs make these little huffing, grunting sounds and I never knew it. I also wonder how I missed feeling it when I held him – or maybe this is something entirely new.

And it’s a tossup

While I like my iCom and hearing my phone through my hearing aid, I think it is a tossup when it comes to the folks who are on the other end of the phone.  Some say they hear me just fine while others ask me if I am on a speaker phone since they get reverberation.   Apparently, microphone placement is critical and I wear mine around my neck.  Then again, I’ve had the iCom under a coat and the gent I was talking to heard me just fine.  Go figure.

From my end, I’ve never heard better in my life (that I can remember) and certainly I’ve never heard this well on any phone, ever. However, communication is a two-way street. Um, hello? Can you hear me now?

I remember winds like these…

When I flew into Whitter, Alaska with a bush pilot the winds blew that little plane all over the sky.  Even seat belted in I managed to slam into the top of the cockpit once.  When the lunatic (I mean pilot) landed the plane in what he told me were 45 knot cross winds (amazing how fear sharpens the memory) the bloody thing jumped all over the runway like a Mexican jumping bean on steroids.  It took several adult men to tie the plane down so this quivering blob of protoplasm could ooze out of the cockpit. .

Walking in the incredibly windy environment in Whittier meant walking against the furious wind at an angle.  It is like shoving against a wall while walking forward.  When I opened the door to the Saltwater Cafe I almost fell flat on my face. Nothing like being a Cheechako. (sigh)

Incidentally, I didn’t take a plane back.  I hitched a ride with the mayor of the town out on the weekly car (as in it loaded people  in automobiles tied to flatcars) train to Anchorage.  Enough with the plane through the Chugach into cross-wind hell. Clearly, I do not have the derring-do of an Alaska Bush pilot

Today, it feels like Whittier.  The wind is pummeling the land, whipping the waters of the coast into a froth and making my car shimmy, lurch from side, and threaten to become airborne from time to time.  Since my Saturday appointment cancelled after I got to the office I considered getting a pizza (I did) and driving to the coast (I didn’t in deference to the fact I didn’t want to get blown over the sea wall and into the ocean).

At least in Whittier I had the great sights of towering mountains rising from the depths of the sea and the beautiful harbor.   Instead I’m on the couch with the dog, who is very happy for the company.  I considered trying to take him for a walk, but in this wind, he might need ballast. Besides, he’s curled up next to me, snoring.

Just how many hours are there….

Days blur by.  The morning “shake my bed until I get up” alarm starts it off and shortly thereafter a steady flow of caffine, people, computers, meetings, and program reading fill all the nooks and crannies of my life. Add to that a healthy dose of family involvement and the old gal starts slacking off on her blog.  When sleep and doing laundry become your favorite “hobbies” there is a message in there to SLOW DOWN! 

AA has it right. HALT!   Never get too Hungry, Angry, Lonely, or Tired.  Since getting to ASL class is proving to be extremely hard (I may have to take it again in the fall) I started attending a local open AA meeting with interpreters. Good thing AAers are inclusive. And to me a meeting is a meeting and the steps are the steps.

Achievements of note during my hiatus include teaching my youngest granddaughter to cast on knitting, how to establish the first two rows and the joys of ripping and restarting in order to achieve the desired look. My grandson has proven to be a spectacular pizza orderer and came up with pepperoni, bacon, and pineapple, with red sauce, which I can recommend to anyone who can imbibe in pork products.  There is nothing to report on the eldest since she and her turtle shell backpack are in Alaska learning the ins and outs of snow boarding with her Alaska Dad. Hopefully she will come back without a cast on some appendage.  I must text her to pick me up a Fur Rondy pin or T-shirt.

I found out that not just dogs get parvo. Who knew?  There is a human (non-lethal) parvovirus called Fifth Disease and when adults get it, it can be quite the problem.  I thought my daughter had shingles, and perhaps she’d have been better off if she had.  Instead, she developed  the parvovirus mimic of severe rheumatoid arthritis and is now taking enormous horse pill akin to Celebrex on steroids.  The doctors say it will be a few weeks.  The web says it can be months.  I hope the doctors are right.  (Note to Higher Power – please turn this virus away from me, if possible!  I can’t take anti-inflammatory drugs.)

And so it goes.  The new hearing aid is wonderful!  I’ve been told by the ENT that with it I have near normal hearing in that one ear.  We disagree over bi-cross aids.  Been there. Done that.  Not interested in trying them again.  I love my iCom, just wish it would keep a charge longer. I don’t watch TV so the TV link is not on my horizon.

Spring seems to have arrived without the advent of a snowy winter.  We’ve had an “open winter” which means there will probably be drought conditions this summer.  Hopefully we will get enough rain to offset that, but one never knows.