Reggi is My Girl

Isn't this Kiva interesting?

Check out this baby squirrel's new mama.

I'm not sure this is a good idea. Might send some already insecure guy all postal!

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Reggi's my girl. You know that. She had been coughing and spitting up for 24 hours so I spent the first part of my day off yesterday, taking her to the vet. I didn't get much sleep the night before due to her coughing and my dreams about taking her to the emergency after hours animal hospital. We were all worried about her.

On the drive there, I could feel one foot on the slippery slope of emotions. What if they had to keep her overnight? What if she needed surgery? So I immediately put an end to that (no tears even!) by telling Reggi about the paper projects I was working on. I decided that if the vet had bad news, I would keep it together by planning this new snowflake pin - would paper mosaic tiles work as a background, I wonder?

She has kennel cough.

Sheesh. I'm so glad I didn't let myself get completely nuts about this. Cough medicine (in pill form, thank goodness) twice a day and she showed immediate improvement. That spitting up stuff was getting real old, since I was the one cleaning up 90% of it, washing sheets, etc. She hasn't spit up since the car ride to the vet 24 hours ago and is coughing less too.

She's my girl, you know. Steve declared a couple of weeks ago, that just like our kids, our pets are not allowed to die before us. Neither one of us can bear to think about enduring that loss, but of course we will. I told him at least we can feel good about the fact that these two cats and one dog could not possibly have lived better lives, in a more loving home.

Who knew I'd turn out to be such a pet person? I guess I'm really only partially surprised because I've truly loved the pets I've had before. At this moment, I can't see myself ever living without pets again, but I suspect that will change as life changes.

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Steve and I went to see Beauty and the Beast last night in Batavia, a production sponsored by the Rotary Club as a fundraiser. Steve's friend Paul was in it again this year, which is why we go. It was wonderful! Paul had a smaller part than last year's Pharaoh in Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat - but he was probably on stage more this year, as different parts of the chorus.

(Mom - did the costumes come from Pittsford Musicals? I saw them listed in the program. The costumes were really great!)

We didn't get home until midnight! (Batavia is about 45 minutes away.) Simon is taking his SATs this morning so I set my alarm for 6:30 to make sure he got up and had found his graphing calculator. Once he was up, I went back to bed - and slept until 8:49! I can't tell you the last time I slept that late, other than if I was sick.

Steve and I went to Steve's Place for breakfast - was more like brunch by the time we finished up at 11:00. I always do a quick scan when entering the restaurant, looking for Mom, Dad or Gretchen since we all frequent that place, though it's probably safe to say we all typically eat earlier than 10:00.

There was an older couple that came in halfway through our breakfast and sat in a booth on the other side from where we sat. They had their coffee, not sure if they ordered breakfast yet, when the man started becoming verbally abusive to the woman. I was shocked. I'd never heard anything like that - it was just awful. I was this close to telling the owner about it, hoping he would ask them to leave. I told Steve if I was that woman, I would have left the restaurant the moment he started in - except I'm sure she probably didn't have the means to leave, or call a cab, or whatever. Who knows? Finally, the man got up and walked out, still swearing the whole time.

That, of course, left the woman to pay. The waitress (Mom, Dad and Gretchen, it was the one we like, the one who knits) happened to be at our table when the woman left. The woman said to the waitress, "We're leaving, but I left money on the table. No, it's got nothing to do with you - it's something else." The waitress, who is the nicest person, felt so bad - so I told her, "They were just having a horrible fight, it was really awful." I told Steve later, I was so riveted by the scene, trying to block it out, yet being so disturbed by it that I couldn't, I never even looked around to see the reaction of other people, particularly the booth next to the bad man's booth. I mean, here it is 2 hours later and it's still with me. I must clear my mind of this, and formulate a plan for if I ever witness this again. This time I was too shocked to think clearly. I'm glad I've led such a sheltered life that I've never had to witness that kind of behavior before.

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I was able to spend most of the day working on paper projects for the craft show. I ran to Target for a couple of things and stopped at Great Northern Pizza to grab a slice for lunch. This time I had Loaded Potato Pizza. I had Chicken Cordon Bleu Pizza last time. I don't care for the thinness of their crust but the puffy back end part makes up for it - delicious flavor.

Good news about Reggi, good day in all, yesterday was.