Friday 4 April 2008

What a day

Query: Am I the only one who has problems with those word verification thingies on Blogger? 50% of the time I have to retype a new one because I got the first one wrong. Do I need to see an ophthalmologist? I’d ask if maybe I should see a psychiatrist instead, but I already know what you’d say about that, so I won’t. I’d just have tell you it’s much too late for that sort of help. Anyway, for some reason I don’t seem to be able to process the letters and often get them wrong, even when I’m looking carefully. Maybe I’ve turned into a computer bot myself and Blogger is smart enough to recognize this. (see above about the psychiatrist)

Well, knitting has been uneventful, but the rest of my life picked up a bit of pace yesterday. I managed to nearly, and very thoroughly, set the house on fire yesterday at lunch. I left a catalogue on the stove top when I took the dogs for their walk. When I cam back, there was smoke. Not much, but enough to say that there is something seriously wrong here. Apparently I hit the knobs on the stove while I was slicing off a hunk of cheese for my lunch and turned two of the burners on. One was heating a bottle of wine (Fortunately it was not very good wine and I had no intention of drinking it, but I also didn’t want to throw away.) and the other merrily burning the catalogue. Fortunately it was still smouldering and hadn’t broken out into flames. No damage was done, but now the whole apartment smells like chimney. I left nothing on the stove today. The stove will remain empty henceforth. I can’t risk being that lucky twice.

You would think one near crises per day would be enough, but it isn’t. After work, I took my dogs for their usual walk and all was well for the first hour. Then Biscuit came out of the bushes covered in blood. Many thoughts ran through my head at once, the foremost of which were: I really hope she didn’t just kill something and I really hope that that isn’t from a large tick that exploded. (I should add that she looked fine, other being covered in blood) It was fortunately neither of those things. She somehow managed to rip her ear open. As much as I’d love to go into the gory details, I won’t since I know other people don’t like that sort of thing, but it was rather a bit of a blood bath. Again luck was with me though and it had stopped bleeding by the time we got to the car. She’s opened it up again twice, but it only bled a little both times. I’m hoping she’ll manage to keep still today so that a good scab can form. Even more luck, I didn’t need to take her to the vet for stitches. Silly dog.

They say things like this usually come in threes, so I’m going to manufacture the third and consider it over and done with. I arrived at work this morning, looked down and found that I was still wearing my doggie sweatshirt. It was covered in hair and slobber. Again luck was with me and I had a tape roll thingy and was able to get most of it off before anyone else arrived. A co-worker helped with the back when she got here and I now look semi-presentable. More luck, half the firm is at a meeting today so it’s less embarrassing than it could have been. I’ll be changing at lunch. I’ll still have hair as it’s shedding season, but at least I’ll be slobber free. Oh yes, even more luck, there was no blood on it. Thank God for small favours.

4 comments:

  1. I think we were separated at birth. Minus the dog hair, that could be me.

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  2. oh my- what was that dog doing? Scratching himself on barbwire? And TICKS! *shudder* we have them here and I live in fear of getting one! I put that tick stuff on our dog every summer. And the fire thing? scary. From now on, only cold food. In fact- have your eletricity turned off! ;o)
    the word they want me to type on your the verification is zudjaw!

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  3. OMG! The fire thing is scary. I' obsessively careful, BUT just the other day, I set my a role of paper towels too clos to the stove, and set them on fire. I was right there, and caught it at the first flame.

    Not funny about your dog, but I still smiled because I could see that happening to me. Our dogs are too stupid to find anything to kill, but they'd find something to roll in!

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  4. That was quite a day!
    Glad you made it through ok.
    I hope poor Biscuit´s ear gets better soon.

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