I think I'm going to abandon my plan to move Dot's physical therapy appointment back to a morning slot. It is just too hard to get her ready in the morning. We'll just continue our current plan of making the journey downtown right after lunch. Eating energizes Dot and she is much easier to get in the car after a meal. Pooping in the car is still a risk, but I'll just have to take my chances. Dot did pretty well in the underwater treadmill. We met a new technician who was running the tank today. We have gone through at least four different technicians since we began water therapy. I guess running the treadmill is not a career path job. On the other hand, maybe young people just job hop a lot. I certainly did at that age.
Janet told me that one of her co-workers had to move out of his apartment temporarily because of a terrible smell in the building. When the building management was called to investigate the smell, they discovered that someone had hung themselves from a ceiling fan and committed suicide. Nobody discovered the body for over three days and they had to bring a Hazmat crew out to clean up the mess. You never hear about these things on the news, but I suspect they happen more often than we'd like to think. I've never understood suicide. Even when things are bleak, I always think that tomorrow might be better. This was a really cool building too. A couple of my friends live in this building and I've always been a little envious. It's hard to imagine anyone being unhappy living in a building like this.
The tailor did a good job repairing my old leather jacket. It always gives me a certain amount of pleasure to extend the useful life of old things. I have newer coats, but this old jacket has a lot of memories. I think it's definitely good for a few more years. On the way home from the tailor shop, I stopped by Dash's vet to pick up his new city tags. I've already started getting notices that his registration was about to expire and I would be subject to a potential code violation if I didn't renew it immediately. It has always seemed ironic to me that the little city department that supervises pet registrations is so ruthlessly efficient. If I'm even five days late, I get a notice. The city seems to always know when your pet registration has expired, but they have no idea where the potholes are in our roads.
I've had enough of this rain. This year's rainy season is turning out to be just as bad as last years. At least I don't live in Houston. Those poor people have had major flooding for two years in a row. I still don't understand why we have to get all our rain for the year at one time. When I lived in Seattle, we'd get a little bit of rain almost every day. Here we get a deluge once or twice a year. Hey, it's good for the new grass and the roof still isn't leaking. I really shouldn't complain, but I hope that tonight's rain won't be accompanied by thunder and lightning. I need a good night's sleep.
|Wilson is today's Dalmatian of the Day
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