The high temperature on Friday in Cleveland was 82 degrees. Saturday, it was 47. Ohio!
Last week was a very long week after a series of other very long weeks, though it’s possible we are turning a corner. A lot happened last week, including taking the puppy to a new vet for a behavior evaluation. She is now on Prozac!
Make your jokes! Roll your eyes! All I know is that the puppy took her first dose of trazodone (which she will take to help her until the Prozac takes effect) this weekend and she has been pretty relaxed and climbs into my lap and sleeps for hours at a stretch, like a normal dog. This was especially nice considering that on Friday night I awoke to find her pulling all the stuffing out of her bed around 2 am, FROWN. (I picked up my phone and ordered her a Kevlar dog bed without even getting out of my own bed.)
I had a long talk with the behavior vet on Friday, sitting in my car in a parking lot in Oberlin while my little dog barked and paced inside. It was all extremely validating! My dog has “something not right in her brain” to quote the vet and here is the thing: I HAVE KNOWN THIS ALL ALONG so I am glad we can finally do something about it. My dog on anti-anxiety meds is still a dog who needs more training, but she doesn’t have to go outside 20 times a day and she doesn’t scream and pant every time we get in the car. She still chews on her Nylabone but she’s not a frenzied demon while she does this. It has been nice, living in the trazo-zone.
Things are looking up, and if her dumb wart goes away soon I will take her to daycare and literally skip home.
We are having some painting and plasterwork done in the house right now. A few years ago the guys putting in our new boiler dropped a hand truck down our recently re-done basement stairs, cracking the pine treads and putting two sizeable holes in the newly finished drywall. They offered to pay for the repairs, but we put it off and then other things became more important and we just lived with the holes, along with two (admittedly patched, but still ugly) holes in our third-floor walls where we had insulation put in. All of that was repaired and painted last week, and this week we’re having the sunroom/library painted, and after THAT we are going to get shutters installed.
Buying a house is just investing in a thing that is compelled by time and physics to fall apart, and after this work is done we are going to have to deal with our floating dishwasher and then more window treatment nonsense. These things are ass aches, for sure, but I can control them, so the ass ache part is incidental to me now.
I am ignoring a lot of what is going on in the world right now. I feel like I know the basics, and the rest is just endless iterations of the same stupidity. I am going to show up at my assigned polling place at 5:30 am on November 3 and fifteen hours later I will go home and watch The Office or Sex and the City or something else mindless and let the chips fall where they may. I can’t do to myself what I did in November 2016 and nothing I read or watch or listen to is going to change whatever happens. So good snacks and bad TV it is!