To say that I am dog-tired would be both appropriate and an understatement of sorts. I woke up at six am this morning to see Lenny, my darling beagle, standing on the second step of the staircase whimpering. He could not go up or down. I knew something was terribly wrong. By seven am I called Leanne, the vet, and with tears in my voice told her that all was not well. She must have been still sleeping, her voice was groggy and dream laden. By eight am Lenny was in the surgery undergoing tests, blood, thyroid, levels for this and that, x-rays, even cholesterol, electrolytes etc.
I reluctantly left him as the boys had to be taken to school and the day had to move on. I had my computer, still giving me headaches and Neil, the jolly computer wizard to visit. There were several school books to be returned and several others to be purchased. I wanted to pick my watch up at the jewellery store where it was in for repair. I had a run in with a woman because as I parked my car she kept reversing back closer and closer in the direction of my trunk. I beeped my horn, she got out. She said to me, did you beep your horn. Yes, I said, because I thought you were going to bump into me. This car has SENSORS, she screamed as she pointed at her new navy blue Mercedes. She stomped away angrily waving her arms about, her flabby ass bursting out of her polyester pants.
I kept moving. I was looking for capers and couldn't find any. An organic variety finally came into view at the health food market of all places. I bought two new porcelain pasta bowls to replace the ones that were broken over the course of the long wet summer. By then, Lenny must have been having another xray and was growing tired of the shiny clinic he found himself in. The one that did not at all smell of home and there was no music that bothered him and where was bossy Missy poking her tiny nose into his face.
I met some people I knew in town, people who had hibernated all Summer and had finally decided to come out of the woodwork now that school has started once again. Five thirty pm came quickly and I returned to retrieve my dog. Nothing had been discovered. All appeared normal. Massive sense of relief and vet fee ensued. Dog walked slowly to car and was transported home where he devoured a hearty meal. I opened a bottle of wine and hubby and I shared a glass. I made dinner with the capers, green olives, good tuna fish, chili, garlic, tomatoes all tossed into Linguine - Al Dente. Good good Parmesan Cheese. The dogs sat at the table too, by our feet of course. We toasted our luck, our good food and the boys and the ability to take everything as it comes and try and work through it. And, for me, although I was tired, I reached out to Lenny and patted his smooth coat and told him that he was going to be better by tomorrow. Because tomorrows are brilliant, I wanted to shout out, you never know what tomorrows will bring, but you can always hope.