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| The new normal. Magazines in waiting rooms are a thing of the past. |
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| Looking back at Sue |
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| The new normal. Magazines in waiting rooms are a thing of the past. |
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| Looking back at Sue |
We had Jake for 5 of the 7 scheduled weeks, but he needed a medical intervention on Tuesday. He had vomited several times in the preceding days and did so again twice that morning after one throw-up during the night.
He would need to see the vet, but his vet is in distant Kingston and there was a neighbour nearer there who had that information and access.
Arrangements were made, and by 10am, we were meeting with said neighbour in Perth at Shauna’s workplace to make the exchange. From there Jake would go one way and we the other way back to home.
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| Last photo of Jake after a vomit and while Sue was making arrangements for the vet and the exchange. |
We disposed of blanket and pillow that he had thrown-up on enroute and went into Shauna's workplace to visit the commode before heading home. I had been up since 4 that morning and had had three coffees when two cups are my limit. We masked and headed into the COVID-rich seniors residence (yes, there is an outbreak), left as quickly as possible, and headed home.
Sue hadn't had three coffees, so we stopped at Dark & Deadly for a breakfast sandwich and coffee for her, but I was coffee-ed out so I had hot chocolate, which was rather delicious.
We feel badly for the old dog. After trying times in the first weeks that he was here, he had then settled rather well and was sleeping through the night with no bark-fests. Despite the sick-ups, he was still charging along on the walks. He was very perky for an old dog.
Five weeks of older people caring for an old dog was a long time and something that we would not commit to again, but we did manage to get rather used to the old fella. I will leave you with one of Sue's collages that I don't think I have posted previously. Sue was doing solo walking with Jake recently once my back started acting up.
From Chat GPT:I’ve colourised the photograph with subdued khaki tones appropriate to Canadian WWII battledress, reduced noise and small surface marks, and softened the light leaks while preserving his facial features. Some deeper scratches and damaged texture remain; the colours are an interpretation, not verified original colours.
Whatever the case, here's to remembering Sue's dad and all armed forces who served. I will post a copy of his record that I first posted in 2022.
I had a dental appointment for yesterday that I had on my calendar for a whole year. It was for 9am, but I phoned and cancelled at 8.
I hate doing that, but as I explained to the receptionist, I didn’t know if I could get there and get onto the chair. Once in the chair, I wasn’t sure if I could stay there for the duration. Finally, I wasn’t at all confident that after an hour, I could get up and out again.
You see, I’ve had lower back muscle spasms for more than a week. I thought that they would surely be better by Monday morning, but if anything they were even worse. They aren’t exactly tickety-boo this morning either.
Back spasms aren’t new to me. I’ve probably been getting one or two per year in the last decade. They are bad for a few days, but then they get better. This spasm bout isn’t as bad as some, but it is sure lasting longer.
I’ve given up on Dr Ho and Robax and so on. If time doesn’t soon begin to heal, I will hie myself thither to yon doctor. But they gotta get better soon, eh? This is getting ridiculous.
I think I have to plough (or plow) over old furrows this morning. I will bring you up to date on the Jake front, and with your indulgence, I need to get back the grandma and her embroidery one more time.
Jake
He visited me in my chair very briefly on Friday morning. When he first came to stay with us, he would spend time there with me in the chair but not lately. That day, as soon as I reclined the chair back, he left. If he is a little antsy at night, wanting treats or whatever, my chair going back seems to signal to him that I am done. At that point he usually leaves me alone, probably going down to sleep the night away.Here's a single photo of the one with the picture. I've made a guess, with Photoshop's help, to colour-correct it somewhat to reverse the yellowing from both the aging and the light, but who is to know.
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| 1919 Front: Charlotte Ann Robinson (Quinlan), Ruby May Quinlan Back: Charles Peter Quinlan, Arthur Joseph Quinlan, Mary Elizabeth Quinlan (Rayner) |
Sue and I indulge ourselves with coffee out, probably too often. It is always plain coffee, and a drive through Tim Hortons is a reasonably inexpensive $4.83 (tax included) for 2 large. But when this ↓ came up on Facebook from our other favourite cafe, Dark & Deadly, with a Movember fundraiser included, we couldn't resist.
Gomez
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| The book is for signing if you so wish, but no one bothers or at least hasn't for quite some time. |
It was quite yummy, but by the time we got to the bottom, it was seeming to be too sweet. It was a special treat, but we can purchase three rounds of coffee at Tim Hortons for the same cost, and we enjoy them very much.
Oh, I found a version of the annotated photo of my grandmother that I posted about yesterday. Except the font makes it difficult to read. I may have to reprint the image some day. I have reposted the text below for now for your elucidation.