Sometimes I worry about this brain of mine.
I made Badger’s appointment for 11 a.m. today, wrote it down, even told Badger and Cowboy.
So here comes 9:30 a.m., and in a slight panic, I go in, give a sleeping Cowboy a good smack on his foot, and tell him we’re going to be late.
Yeah, I was an hour early.
All I can think is we always schedule doctor appointments for 10 a.m., and today was a doctor appointment.
Brain goes, “doctor appointment, yes, 10 a.m.”
Not, “hey dummy, the doctor appointment time changed, it's 11 a.m.”
In my defense, other than being 56 years old and being told memory starts slipping with menopause, I’ve got ADHD and dyscalculia, and both of them mess with numbers and time in my head.
Times, dates, anything with numbers, my brain gets it mixed up.
We made it to the appointment right on time.
It’s a very tiny office, so I couldn’t go in with Badger.
According to the exam, she’s fairly badly nearsighted, and the left eye, the one that took the BB pellet hit, is worse and has more astigmatism.
She wanted to try sports goggles, hoping they wouldn’t break.
She breaks glasses so easily.
Her prescription wouldn’t allow that, so she had to settle for safety glasses again.
She already broke those once, so I’m not optimistic about how long these will last.
I did buy insurance so they’ll replace them if she does.
She also got a pair of regular glasses to wear to doctor appointments.
You just can’t wear camouflage safety glasses everywhere.
It took so long for the vision center to run Cowboy’s insurance through.
We had no problem at the optometrist, but the vision center was slower than molasses.
Cowboy was pacing and grumbling the whole time.
I don’t disagree with the woman; his insurance website sucks.
She said it was terrible, but the truth is it just plain sucks.
Add to that, Cowboy has one of the most common names.
There are probably well over 100,000 people with his name in the world.
Not counting his middle name.
There are likely a few hundred in the US with his full name.
It was after 1:30 p.m. when we got home.
Cowboy had to be at work at 2:30 p.m., so there wasn’t much time for anything.
Luckily Badger had put steak in the crockpot before we left, and I ran into Walmart and grabbed a microwavable thing of mashed potatoes and mac and cheese.
Cowboy took care of his chickens while Badger heated up the food.
He ate, and then headed off to work.
Badger went outside and straightened up a little under the carport.
Then she worked until nearly dark building me a food station for my Imp.
She did a good job.
It’s not perfect, but it should work and keep the food dry and off the ground.
The darn raccoon is back, so I can’t keep using the gravity feeder.
Do you know what raccoons can do with a gravity feeder?
When she finally came in, we ate supper and watched a little bit of TV.
Heron came home, took a shower, and ate supper.
He and his dog headed down to the RV for the night.
They hadn't been out the door very long when he sent me a message: “Lady tried to climb a tree after a raccoon.”
I quickly clicked on my carport camera, and I’ll be darned if that dog didn’t try to climb a tree.
She was halfway up the trunk.
I didn’t even know dogs could do that.
Thank goodness the poor little raccoon survived.
I’m not fond of them, but I sure don’t want one getting killed, on camera or anywhere else.
I’m heading to bed.
There aren’t any plans for tomorrow, or for the rest of the week or weekend.
We’ll have to find something to do besides watching more TV than is good for anyone.
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2 comments:
That dog wanted that racoon! I had a dog that used to do that going after a squirrel!
Jeanette: Right? She really did. Lady goes after anything that moves. Sounds like your dog was the same way with that squirrel. I knew coonhounds would climb trees after ’coons, but I didn’t realize regular dogs would. Mine is old, fat, and lazy. He doesn’t do much at all.
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