#3030 that b*tch scared my dogs

 

This isn't a three things post, but I like this pic of the dogs, and this post is about them.

Mac, the black dog, and Stella, the scruffy terrier, love to be outside. Harley, the white dog, likes to be outside if it is warm and sunny. We have a big backyard enclosed by a chain link fence.  The three of them lay in the yard and watch the world go by, barking at passers-by. The don't jump up and growl and act mean, although Mac does look kinda scary and has a loud bark, but she is very shy. Harley wants to be petted, and Stella brings a toy in hopes that the person will somehow play with her. Usually people will just walk on by. Sometimes I'll hear them say "Shut up!" Sometimes I will see them petting Harley or trying to get Stella's toy to throw to her. Mac doesn't want to be petted or played with. She'll stay away and bark or just watch. 

Where am I watching from, you may ask? My office window upstairs. I have a good view of most of the yard from up there so I can keep an eye on the dogs. 

Just now I was sitting down here at my computer and I heard the dogs barking, and I heard a person yelling at them. I looked out the window, and there was a woman in a red sweatshirt, pants, and a white bobble-hat absolutely losing her sh*t at my dogs. There's a green electrical box just outside the fence, and she kicked it ferociously a couple of times while yelling at the dogs. I could hear her upstairs in my office with the window closed yelling mean words at Mac who was at the opposite end of the yard - I couldn't even see her. Stella and Harley got scared and ran inside and Mac was right behind them, and the onery woman walked on up the street. Now all three dogs are inside and they are quiet. Stella is hiding in the closet. Harley is on her bed here in the office with me. Mac is hiding on T's bed. 

Honestly, I know the barking is annoying. It annoys me, but I also know they are dogs and that's what they do. I go for walks and dogs bark at me and I just keep walking. Maybe that woman didn't get a Valentine yesterday and she took out her frustration on my critters. All I can say is, "Have the day you deserve, ma'am."

#3029 three things: healing, Harley, and glasses

1. Splint off, brace on. Yesterday morning I had a follow up appointment with the wrist surgeon, well, his PA, anyway. Fun fact: the PA, Ally, is the same person T saw after is back surgery. She recognized me LOL. I was so glad to get that splint off! I do have quite a big scar on my wrist; it is three inches long, straight, and is healing well. The stitches were removed and I had an x-ray to make sure everything inside was right, and it all looks good. Now I am wearing a brace. I do get to take it off when I shower and when I am at rest, like watching the Olympics. Other than that, I have it on. The wrist feels fragile, though Ally tells me that's mostly a mental thing, although I am restricted from picking up anything larger than one pound for another four weeks. The skin on my hand and arm is extremely dry, so I have been applying moisturizer regularly. There is also quite a bit of bruising. I put a thin layer of Vaseline on the scar to keep it from drying up and getting icky. I will meet with Dr. Holt or Ally in about five weeks for a final follow up appointment. When the brace is off, I am doing gentle stretches of the wrist forward and back. I also gently swivel the wrist. No quick movements because that hurts like hell. Overall, I am very happy to have the splint off. 

2. Harley to the vet. In January or February 2025 I took Harley the Lab to the vet because she was overweight and losing hair and she just wasn't healthy. She had hypothyroidism and was put on medication.  She started to lose weight and was doing great, but she kept losing weight, and now she is so skinny I can see all her ribs and her spine. Over the weekend she started vomiting and having diarrhea, plus she hurt her left front leg, probably coming down the stairs or jumping off the bed. Today she has been somewhat lethargic and had the saddest puppy dog eyes ever. I called our regular vet, but they couldn't get her in today or for a couple of weeks, so they recommended another vet, not an emergency vet, but more like an urgent care. I called that office and got an appointment for 2:30 this afternoon. 

Poor Harley couldn't jump up into the car, so I had to scoop her up with my forearms to get her in the car. (The wrist was not involved.) The tech at the vet came and scooped her out of the car when we got to their office. Harley then proceeded to have the walking poops, runny version, in the exam room, so the tech moved us to a different room. Harley squirted in there two or three times, too, but I was able to clean those up. 

The vet got an x-ray of the leg (it's fine) and some blood work. She is still hypothyroid, but she only weighs about 50 lbs - she should be 55 - 60. The vet recommended some medicine for the diarrhea, a pro-biotic to get her gut right, and an anti-inflammatory for the leg. She also told me to feed Harley a little more food every day and to mix and egg in with one of her meals. We will go back to the vet in four weeks to see how she's doing. I'd love to see her put on a couple of pounds in that time. 

3. Wearing my glasses. Since the day after I broke the wrist, I have been wearing my glasses. Usually I wear contacts, but there was no way I could get contacts in or out with the cast or the splint. In fact, taking out my contacts the day of the break was tricky because I had to do it with just my left hand.  Now that I have the brace and can take it off, I might try to put in my contacts tomorrow. What I wanted to say, though, is that I'm glad I got new glasses in late December. When I got the new glasses, I opted in for the transition lenses that turn dark in the sunlight. I'm glad I did because my eyes are so sensitive to light, I wouldn't have even been able to drive with my old glasses because of the sun glare. It's been a long time since I wore glasses every day, but I'm sure glad I have a good pair now. 

EXTRA: I haven't written in my journal since the accident because I couldn't really grip a pen very well. Same with drawing and painting. I did one painting and it was not very pleasing. I was planning to journal today, but the Harley thing came up, so that will wait until tomorrow, but I'm really excited to write in my book again. 

Be safe!

xo

#3028 a taste of Prague in West Valley City

There is a new shop in my neighborhood called Crispy Cones. The grand opening was Friday. I heard about the shop on Facebook, and drove past it on Friday afternoon when I was going to the bank. The Facebook post caught my eye because the crispy cones look similar to the chimney cake I had in Budapest or the trdlink that was all over Prague. The main difference between the two is that chimney cake is large, like almost as long as your forearm, and the trdlink is smaller, about half the size or maybe even less. My curiosity was piqued, so I had to check it out.

I was glad to see the little store was packed with people. The scent of warm pastry, cinnamon, and sugar was in the air. The crispy cones here are trdlink sized, and you can fill them with ice cream or spreads. I pretty quickly decided I would just have Nutella spread in mine, but I would have been glad to have just the cake. 

Here are a few pics I took of the shop:

I love the skyline of Prague detail

There were several people in front of me in the line, so I had a chance to listen to what other folks were ordering and what the man behind the counter was telling them about the treat. I noticed that he had an accent, and I wondered if he was Czech, so when it was my turn to order, I asked him. He told me he is from Romania, another Central European country, and we chatted for a minute about chimney cakes and trdlink after I told him I'd been to Prague and Budapest in the fall. I placed my order and he told me my treat was on the house. How nice is that? 

I waited for about five minutes before my fresh, hot, Nutella-slathered Crispy Cone was ready. It was about the size of a Dixie cup.

I wanted to tear into right there in my car, but knew it would be messier than I wanted to deal with, so I waited until I got home, although I did take a bite!

At home I got after the treat pretty quick. My cone had the cinnamon sugar coating. The cake was good, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. I love Nutella, but mixed with the cinnamon and sugar, I didn't think was a great combo. Like I said, I would prefer it empty because the cake was good. I like the size of this treat because it is enough to satisfy the sweet tooth but not feel icky. Also, except for the Nutella, it wasn't overly sweet.

I hope the shop does well. I know in Prague every trdlink shop we saw - and there were many - always had a bunch of people getting the treat. I'm pretty sure I'll visit this shop again, too.

Have a great week!

#3027 three things I can do with my left hand

 

Since I broke my right wrist a week ago, I have had to learn to do things with my left hand. I am right hand dominant, so it hasn't been easy to be a lefty. I have the ability to use the fingers of my right hand, but the cast covers most of my palm, I don't have any flexibility in the wrist because of the cast, and holding anything that weighs more than a pound with my right hand is painful and uncomfortable. Because of all that, Lefty has had to step it up. Here are three things I can now do left-handed passably well.

1. Throwing a frisbee. This is extremely important to Stella the Dog. In the past, you know, two weeks ago, when I tried to throw the frisbee with my left hand, the disc just kind up went vertical and crashed to the ground. There was no flight. Now, though, I can get it across the yard in a nice smooth line most of the time. Here is a pic of Stella before I figured out how to master the lefty throw.

sad Stella

2. Stirring. This is a strange one because I didn't ever think about stirring anything with my left hand. I made myself a scrambled egg the other day, and I couldn't even figure out how to hold the wooden spoon to mix the egg in the pan. I felt so unnatural to me. Since then, I have mixed some tuna with mayo, cottage cheese with chia seeds and seasoning, and of course coffee. It doesn't feel normal, but things get mixed, so that's what matters. The other part of the stirring that that I am gripping the bowl/pan/cup with my Shrek-like right fingers and it isn't a strong grip.

3. Personal/toiletry. Left-handed tooth brushing is different to me. I have an electric toothbrush, so I just have to hold the toothbrush on my teeth and it does all the work, but moving the brush around to the different quadrants feels like solving an algebra problem. Also, maybe I put more toothpaste on the brush than usual or I'm focusing on getting all the teeth clean, but I slobber more now than when I was right handed. I almost always have a little toothpaste dribble on my shirt. My teeth are clean, though. Combing or brushing my hair is a joke. I know it shouldn't be that hard, but jeez, I keep trying to comb with the back of the comb. What's up with that? Mostly I opt for the finger brushing technique. Finally, the most private thing (wiping) has been quite an adjustment. I get it done and it's fine because needs must, amIright? 

Enjoy the rest of the week!

#3026 it has been a rough week

Well...the last week of January was NOT very nice for me.

 On Monday the 26th, I went to a meeting with my financial advisor to move my 401(k) funds from my employer's advisor. I got there a little early, and as I was backing into the parking space, I noticed my back-up camera was dirty. I decided to wipe it off. I was thinking about checking out the nearest Daiso store after the appointment, what I would have for dinner, and about a million other things, but not about how tall the curb was that I had to step up on to get to the back of my car. My toe clipped the top of the curb, and down I went. SPLAT! Face-plant on the grass (thankfully), right knee hit the asphalt, right hand somewhere underneath my body.

My nose was bleeding profusely, big, dark splotches of blood pouring out onto the grass and curb. I got myself up and somehow managed to get the car door open and grab a handful of Starbucks napkins to staunch the flow. I did drip on the doorframe of the car, but somehow avoided my clothes and the seat. Miracle. I had to get three handfuls of napkins before the blood stopped, clotted, whatever. I stood there gasping and wondering if anything was broken. My knee was certainly throbbing, and that's when I noticed my right wrist looked, well, not right. Also, I couldn't open the car door with my right hand, nor could I grip the car keys.

I made it into the building, limping and clutching my right wrist to my chest. Cleaned up my face in the bathroom. Glared at my wrist, and went to the appointment where I promptly asked for an ice pack and some Tylenol. I made it through the meeting without crying or throwing up and took care of the business. Back at the car, I called MT to let him know about the fall and that I was going to the ER, and I cried. A lot. I was in a lot of pain.

I went to the ER in my neighborhood. Filling out the form was excruciating and I cried. The staff got me in very quickly and took a look at everything I said was hurting. The focus was on my wrist which was pretty clearly broken, the type of broken that would need surgery and hardware to put back together. I was given the name of a surgeon and an appointment was scheduled for the next morning. The ER doctor put a giant cast on my arm from my fingertips past my elbow, gave me a sling and a prescription for Percocet, and wished me well.

The menfolk got home shortly after I got home, but not before I called Mom and Lizzie to cry. Lot of crying this week.

 

Tuesday morning, MT drove me to meet Dr. Holt, the surgeon, and the surgery was scheduled for the next day. I was in quite a bit of pain on Tuesday and tried to be as still as possible. I napped off and on. It was just really uncomfortable.

Surgery was around 1:00 in the afternoon on Wednesday. It was an outpatient procedure. I was at the clinic for a few hours. I don't really remember all that much about Wednesday.

Thursday I was up and moving around a bit. I now have a cast from the middle of my palm to just below my elbow. There is quite a bit of bruising on my arm and my fingers which look like little swollen purple sausages, but at least I can use them. The wrist feels pretty good as long as I don't twist it suddenly or hold anything for too long. It is even uncomfortable to hold my phone for longer than 10 seconds or so. 

The menfolk left for Pocatello this morning. I drove for the first time since Monday today to go get a coffee. It was fine. I've been wearing my new glasses which turn into sunglasses when I go outside, so it has been good. I've been napping this week and taking it easy. MT cooked a lot, so I have plenty of food to heat up. He even bought me paper plates so I don't have to wash dishes. LOL

The guys will be back on Saturday. I will get the cast off on Monday the 9th. At that point I will have a brace that I can take off and on when I shower. For now I have a waterproof bag to put my arm in when I shower, which is a lot easier than trying to tape on a grocery sack.

The worst thing has been remembering laying on the curb bleeding and in pain. I keep remembering tripping and hitting the ground. I don't know how my nose didn't break. I was so scared. It has been an awful week.

What I learned from all this is to be present. Pay attention. Yes, you have stepped up on a million curbs in your life, but one misstep, one little moment, can really f*ck up your day.

That was a lot of typing. I'm gonna take some ibuprofen and lay down now.

Be careful out there.

#3025 an evening with Alice Feeney

Alice and me

 On Friday night I did something fun and different. I went to a book talk sponsored by The Kings English Bookshop. The author Alice Feeney was in town to talk about her latest novel, My Husband’s Wife. The ticket included a signed copy of the book, and at the end, you could have Alice personalize the book with your name, which I did. 

Woooo!

I have only read one of Alice’s books, Daisy Darker, which I really enjoyed. It was Agatha Christie-esque.

Feeney’s books are psychological thrillers. They aren’t scary or bloody, but are a little creepy, the kind that get in your brain. I would like to read more of her books. She has written eight novels, including this latest release. She’s pretty popular and her books are waitlisted at the library. Fun fact, one of her novels, His and Hers, is a limited series now streaming on Netflix. 

The talk was held in the First Baptist Church of Salt Lake City. I thought the talk would be held in a meeting room, but it was held in THE meeting room, the actual chapel. There were hundreds of people there, and we were totally eating up her British accent and stories about walking along the cliffs with her dog as she works through her stories in her mind. 

Alice Feeney (right) discusses her writing process

It’s fascinating to me to listen to an author talk about their process: how a story forms in their minds, how the characters evolve, and how the words finally make it on to the page. Feeney says that she has five more novels already taking up space in her mind, and she is itching to get back to her shed to start writing the next book. I can’t even fathom that imagination. I would love to have a story floating around in my head waiting to escape onto a page, but I don’t, at least not now. Maybe someday, and maybe not. 

I am glad I looked at the email from Hey Salt Lake on Thursday morning. That’s how I found out about the Alice Feeney event. I do get emails from The Kings English, but I don’t always pay much attention to them. I’ll have to pay more attention in the future, but it worked out okay. I really like the Hey Salt Lake newsletter that comes in my email every day. Between that email and the daily email from Axios SLC, I get a lot of good info about stuff that’s going on that I might be interested in, interesting places, and local news. 

That’s all for today. Take care of yourselves. Be safe out there.

Xo

#3024 three things: coffee three ways

 

I wonder how I made this fun collage. Maybe using Canva? I don't know, and I know it's more than three photos, but I like it, so I figured I'd use it today because I want to talk about coffee.

I started going to Starbucks, or at least I became a Starbucks rewards member, in 2011. A chai latte was the gateway drink, then I cautiously moved to mochas and lattes with coffee. The drinks were quite sweet, so I don't think I noticed the coffee all that much.

When Lizzie and I went to Costa Rica in 2021, that's when I really started liking coffee for coffee's sake. Currently there are three ways to make coffee at my house.

1. Drip coffee. This is the American standard way of making coffee through a drip system. You put ground up coffee beans in a filter, water in the tank, press the button, and within five to seven minutes, you get a pot of coffee. I like this type of coffee because you have so many choices about what kind of beans you want to use, for example the roast, whole beans you grind yourself or already ground beans, and lots of different flavors and brands. I really like a Utah roaster, Cafe Ibis. I currently have a holiday blend that is quite tasty. My biggest drawback with the drip is that the smallest quantity setting on my machine is eight cups, and that is a lot of coffee. I'm usually good for a cup or two, and I dislike pouring the rest of the pot down the sink. It feels like such a waste! I'm considering getting a much smaller coffee maker like the one my sister has. I think it only makes two or three cups.

2. Pods. My coffee maker is a Keurig Duo, which means it has both the drip and the K-cup option. I don't use Keurig brand coffee because most any type of pod will work. I like the Green Mountain pods, especially the morning blend which is a light roast. It's a mellow coffee. It's great for when I'm in a hurry, which isn't often anymore, but it's still a quick fix.

Keurig Duo coffee maker

3. Moka pot. I remember that my abuelita had a moka pot that she used to make her morning cafe. I decided to buy one a couple of years ago when I was ready to expand my coffee making options. How the moka pot works is a bit of a mystery to me, but it's fun, and it makes a strong-ass cup of coffee, no matter what type of grounds are used. Currently, I am using espresso I bought at Trader Joe's. One little cup is satisfying, and since the moka pot just makes one cup, it works nicely. Moka pots are cute, and using it to make a coffee feels like a special little ritual.

My Duo is about four years old now and it is acting a little weird. When I make a pot, water drains from the pod side which isn't a problem since I keep a cup there anyway. I already mentioned what I don't like about the pot (it's big.) The pod side is also being weird. I have three sizes of cups available, 8, 10, or 12. Lately, when I push the 8, which is my usual choice, it drains water, then starts brewing, but brews way more than 8 ounces. It used to stop itself at 8 ounces, but now it gives me at least 10 even when I only want 8. I had a mess on my counter top the first time that happened! Now I am considering replacing the Duo with a smaller pot option and a single Keurig. I don't know, though. I'm on a fixed income now (heehee) so I'll probably just keep what I've got until it gives up the coffee ghost, so to speak.

First world problems, eh?

Enjoy the rest of the week!

xo