Once again it's time to take note of the fact that another year has gone by, and as of today it's now been a whopping 14 years since I started this blog! As I mentioned last year, social media and other forms of communication have left blogging in the dust, but I vow to keep showing up here at least once or twice a month, with a recipe or a book review or an update on the kids/cats.
As always, thanks go out to those of you who still bother to come by and read my posts—and even leave a comment here or on Facebook! It's pretty amazing how many friends I've made through this thing. Hope to be saying the same thing next March 8....
The only excitement going on here involved two injured feet. First Calvin somehow got a big gash in his paw. I was in Providence overnight with Julie for a volleyball tournament, and Andy said Calvin was limping horribly when he woke up, so he whisked him off to Blue Pearl (which is where we took Violet when she got so sick—they are really terrific there! Can't say enough good things about the facility and the care we've gotten there). He got two staples in his paw, an antibiotic shot, and the dreaded cone. Oh, the poor guy! He was miserable—not only in pain, but unable to bathe or even scratch himself, crashing into everything, confounded by how to eat with the damn thing on. A few hours later, I noticed that one of the staples was gone, so I had to schlep him back to Blue Pearl to have the staple replaced. Then, shortly after that, I saw that he had figured out how to contort himself so that he could lick the injured paw beyond the cone! So I went back again and got him a bigger cone, which made him even more miserable. Until he figured out that if he braced it against something solid, he could sort of back up and wriggle out of it. I'd look over and see him just sitting there smugly without it on, and I'd have to put it back on him. But he didn't manage to pull out any more staples. They also gave us some pain meds, but we were only able to administer a few doses successfully. Finally, after 10 (!) days, I brought him back and got the staples out and the cone came off for good. He's very happy and appears to have healed up completely. (Andy didn't see what happened, but I suspect it was Luna because Calvin likes to meow and shove his paws under the door dividing the Balrog part of the house from the rest of us, and then Luna attacks his paws. He thinks it's a game, but I guess she got him good this time.)
Later that same week, Julie sprained her ankle at volleyball practice. On the last play of the night, she was in the air and came down rolling her ankle. It didn't seem broken because she could put weight on it, so we just iced it up and let her sleep on it, then I took her to the ER the next morning. The x-ray showed no fracture, thank heavens, so they just gave her an Aircast and sent her on her way. She was on crutches for a few days (she is a pro from when she had surgery on her toe a few years ago), then one crutch, and finally nothing. We're going to get her an ankle support that she can wear while playing; a lot of the other girls wear them all the time too.
Other than all that, right now I'm about as swamped with work as I've ever been. All at once I got a few very desirable new clients (and I never say no to a desirable new client!), and on top of that got offered some swell-sounding projects from long-time clients (and I never say no to swell-sounding projects*), and then there were the usual things I already had going on, so I find myself blocking out my days like a Tetris puzzle where even one misused half hour could mean GAME OVER. I just finished editing one of my favorite cookbooks ever (I'll tell you about it when it comes out!), and I'm also proofreading an Italian textbook for the first time in a couple of decades, which mi piace molto.
*The other day I had to turn down a book about <gulp> Mr. Rogers! I was heartbroken, but there was no way I could fit it in unless I canceled other projects I'd already committed to. That evening, wouldn't you know it, the new Mr. Rogers documentary was on PBS. I honestly could not stop crying while watching it. He likes me just the way I am! <sob>