So, I know I normally like to start these weekly posts off with some random observations about how my week has been, but this week I thought I’d show you a little visual clue, instead:
Yup, it’s been another busy one, folks, but, on the plus side, I did finally manage to deploy one of the stickers from my planner, so at least that’s something. It was a little bit underwhelming, to be honest, but sometimes you’ve just got to take a risk, and commit to a sticker, don’t you? You do.
(I’m lying: it wasn’t underwhelming at all. It was actually kind of tense, as I deliberated over which sticker to sacrifice, and then spent the next five minutes wondering if I’d done the right thing, because what if there’s another week, sometime later in the year, which is even MORE busy than this one was, but I can’t appropriately commemorate it, because I wasted the one “BUSY” sticker on a week that didn’t deserve it? WHAT IF, people? Then I lay awake all night, thinking about how I’m just not cut out for this whole “sticker” business, really. OK, I didn’t. I DO hope this will be the last super-busy week in the year, though – not just because it’s as boring to read about as it is to live through it, but also because, well, I DID use that sticker already, obviously…)
Anyway, here are three things that made me happy this week…
01. Rubin’s miraculous recovery
We had a bit of a scare with Rubin on Saturday morning.
We’ve known for a while now that his eyesight hasn’t been as good as it used to be, as is common in older dogs. He has cataracts on both eyes, but they don’t seem to affect him too much, and the vet has told us he’d be extremely reluctant to recommend surgery on them at Rubin’s age, so, as he can still see pretty well, we’ve been happy to go along with that. On Saturday morning, though, we woke up, and it was immediately obvious that Rubin was having real trouble seeing. He was wandering around, banging into things and tripping over rugs, and although he came over to beg for his dog treats, as usual, I had to guide his head towards them, because he couldn’t seem to see them on the floor in front of him. Hmm.
He didn’t actually seem to be feeling ill (He still had an appetite, nose was cold and wet, etc), but it was really distressing to see him like that, especially given that it seemed to literally have happened overnight, so we called the vet, got an appointment for a couple of hours later, and spent the intervening time Googling all of the different things that can make dogs go blind all of a sudden, and getting really upset in the process, because, YIKES.
Anyway, after maybe an hour or so of this, I went upstairs to have a shower, then came back downstairs to discover the house totally empty, with no sign of Terry or Rubin. The car was still in the driveway, and Terry’s phone was going to voicemail, so I threw on some clothes and ran out of the house with my wet hair dripping down my back, to go and look for them. I’d just gotten the front door locked, when I turned around… and there they were coming towards me, Terry walking behind Rubin, who was trotting along quite happily, the absolute picture of health, and obviously able to see perfectly well. What the hell?
Terry told me later that he’d taken Rubin down to the kitchen to see if he wanted some food. While he was there, he’d happened to walk over to the front door, and Rubin had glanced round, seen him, and instantly been all, “Oh, are we going for a walk? AWESOME!” He’d just taken him to the end of the street and back, to see how he got on, but it was obvious just from looking at him that his eyesight was back to normal again, as unlikely as that seemed. We took him to see the vet anyway, of course, who could find absolutely nothing wrong with him. He did make some guesses at what might have caused it (He thinks it could either have been some kind of issue with the blood vessels behind the eye, or maybe some kind of mini stroke, although he couldn’t really find any evidence of that…), but as Rubin seemed perfectly well by that stage, his best advice was to just keep a close eye on him, and bring him back in if it happens again.
Well, we’ve been doing that all week, and, thankfully, Rubin has been right as rain, with no repeat of The Incident, as I think of it. And, I mean, we’re obviously very aware that he’s not getting any younger, so we’re keeping a very close eye on him, and not taking it for granted that it won’t happen again, but having spent that couple of hours on Saturday morning Googling things like, “How to care for a totally blind dog,” it was just wonderful to see him running around the garden and playing with his toys just a few hours later, as if nothing had happened. Thanks, universe: I think you owed us one!
(Just to add, I would really appreciate it if you could refrain from posting any, “That happened to my dog, and he totally dropped dead a week later!” stories in the comments, guys – I just couldn’t deal with it right now!)
So, that was definitely the best thing that happened this week (The miraculous recovery, I mean, not The Incident, obviously…), but these were pretty sweet, too:
Yeah, I bought more shoes. Only one pair, though, which … well, which still isn’t great, obviously, but which is at least better than buying TWO pairs of new shoes, isn’t it? I think so. The green pair in the photo are actually old: I bought them a couple of years ago, and still love them, so the second I saw the almost-identical pink version, I was a lost cause. I actually didn’t succumb right away with these: I’d been eyeing them for quite a few weeks, and trying to talk myself out of buying them (Ha! AS IF!), but then this week I got paid for one project at the same time as I met a particularly tight deadline on another one, and as I’ve been working hard lately, I decided to just treat myself. I’m not sorry. I know I should be, but PINK SHOES, people. I mean, I’m not made of stone, for God’s sake!
Er, can you tell I was struggling a bit to find three things to write about this week?
Last year, Terry and I started a weekly tradition of going out for coffee and cake at some point during the working week, to brainstorm ideas for the business, talk about things we want to do around the house, and discuss all of the shoes and trench coats we want to buy. (Note: not all of those things are of equal interest to both of us…) I know it probably sounds a bit strange, given that we both work from home, but actually, given that we’re working on different things, and that Terry likes to listen to TV through his headphones while he works, while I require complete silence (hence the headphones), we don’t actually spend a lot of time chatting.
We could obviously just schedule a meeting or something at home, but I think that might feel a bit weird, plus there’s not normally any cake in the house, so it’s nice to get out for a while, rather than just staring at our computer screens all day. Anyway, although we always enjoy this tradition, this year we’ve both been so busy that it’s pretty much fallen by the wayside, so it was nice to make a bit of time for it again this week. Speaking of being busy, I’m finally reaching the end point of the giant project I’ve been working on for the past few weeks, so hopefully things will start to calm down a little now, and these posts will be a little more interesting, as a result. Or, you know, maybe not…