Friday, October 22, 2010
What are you lookin' at? Man, he has been keeping me sane this week. I swear I have not had a moment to myself since last Sunday, but it is so great how he greets me and knows the routine so well. Morning walk is right after my shower. He wakes himself up goes out with me and then, according to Serge, he goes back to bed and sleeps til 10:30. When I get home, he waits for me to change out of my work clothes and then we wrassle for a bit on the bed. Round about 8pm he reminds us it's time for his evening walk. Serge takes him out (usually, I had to do it Tuesday) during the afternoon. Tomorrow, I'll take him for a long spell at the doggie park.
So it was the week not from hell really, just one of those weeks where you are just bouncing off the walls busy. We had two fires this week. One in the dryer which wasn't technically a fire, yet, but combustion was definitely in progress. What's weird is that I went and checked on the laundry for no reason really as they had only been in the dryer for 15 minutes. I never do this. This is one of those uncanny intuition things that probably saved the house from burning down. Giant plumes of smoke came out of the drum when I opened it, shrieked for Serge, and ran to open windows and get a fan to blow the smoke out of the house. We took it apart and sucked all the bad lint that had accumulated. Then a few days later, the Convectair wall heater caused a small electrical fire that Serge heard snapping and crackling from the office. Turning the heater off solved that, but there is a big charred area now in the thing. That particular model is $600 to replace. It's the one next to the patio door in the kitchen so Serge is lamenting how cold it is when he smokes with the door open. True, there was ice this morning on the patio.
One more week. Then my life will get back to normal. Some of my students are nurses in the hospital who are sometimes obliged to work 16 hour days. And they have a family with kids, work full time every week plus overtime often. I just can't imagine. Unless you absolutely love what you do to the extent that you like it more than any other activity in your life, then that is not worth it. I suppose if I could get paid for playing Scrabble, I would do it. But I don't want to really do anything 40 hours a week, except sleep. Anyway, one more week of full time and then it's part time until January. Crap, I shouldn't say that, it's almost like daring the universe to make me have to take a bunch more hours before Xmas. I'll try to post a weekend update later Sunday, have a good one peeps!