Saturday was a horrible allergy day for me. My eyes felt swollen and I can’t keep them open! I’m got absolutely no sympathy from anyone around here. Rich is nursing his arm. Rick was waiting to join his friends for a birthday celebration. Sascha just wants to be petted! Come on, someone says, “Sorry you feel so bad.”
Sascha might not be helping my allergies either. Apparently, other husky owners are reporting an early blow out for their huskies. A blow out is when the dog starts shedding its thick winter undercoat. One person described it as snow furries. I noticed that Sascha was dropping a lot more hair every where she went. I started noticing dog hair bunnies chasing me down the hallway. Happy blow out to all the huskies!
As the day went on, I could at least keep my head up and my eyes open. I even ventured out to the grocery store. It was a decent day, so I bought Rich a steak for dinner. Grilled steak is always tops on his list. Coming home, I got worried that he wouldn’t be able to cut the thing by himself! I shouldn’t have worried though. He would manage to cut the steak no matter how much his arm hurt.
Going to the grocery store is always an adventure for me. I’m a people watcher and you see the most amazing things there. It likes the rules of civilization are suspended while you are in there. People block aisles, run over each other, make rude comments, and just in general revert to an animal nature. Must be why I dread going so much. I’d go in the middle of the night, if I could. Deserted stores are so nice.
Rich was taking a nap when I got back from my adventure to the store. Hopefully, this meant he wouldn’t be crabby. I understand the pain and how much it effects you. Since Rich is normally quite healthy, I think it’s a little harder for him to take. Morphine wasn’t on the list of things the doctor was willing to do for his tendonitis. After the nap, he said he felt a difference, but he wasn’t out back pitching baseballs either.
Rick got home from his trip out to Dave and Buster’s with his friends. He had an arm load of toys that he had won. Will any of them go to Jordan to say I missed you? He might not be that grown up yet. That’s okay, the lawn tractor was waiting for him. He mowed the front and side yards before the cold drove him inside. Today, he will finish the back.
Yesterday was Thunder over Louisville, which marks the beginning of the Derby season at home. I started seeing pictures that people were posting. I love the fireworks that spill all over the river, but I can live without the air show sounds that run all day. Thanks to my friends at home for posting. Looked like another stellar year for the fireworks. I’m sure I’ll get all the details from my sister today.
Derby has come. No Derby party this year because of the pig roast at the end of June. I’d love to go down for Derby, but Rick has his prom the day before. Kind of hard to be in two places at once. One year I’ll make it down for the festivities.
It used to be a great time to live in downtown Louisville. Go to the boat races, watch the Run for the Rose down Fourth Street mall, go eat at the chuckwagons. Of course, we went out to our favorite bar for the all night pre-Derby party. The bar closed at 6:00 AM just when the gates at the Downs were opening. We’d go home, grab chairs, and wave to everyone going down Fourth Street to the races. A simpler time. So much for memories.
Today should be quiet. I plan to clean out the refrigerator and chase snow furries down the hallways. Then maybe I can relax with a book or find a good movie on TV. All just so I can go back to work tomorrow. Oh well. As Diane K. says, “I love my job.” But I really do love my job.
Happy Derby 2012, y’all!
