So now we have dog food segregated by breed. I suppose if you have a breed that's prone to gout I guess you'd want to give them something with low protein. Of course, I found this food while making sure Petco didn't carry raccoon food.
(There is no Prince song appropriate for the past week, unless he has a B-side called "U R All on 2 Many IV Antibiotics.")
In some strange synchronicity between Albuquerque and Saint Louis, my brother in New Mexico and father in law in Saint Louis both arrived at the ER with vague infections, were admitted, fire-hosed with broad spectrum IV antibiotics, and then both were released on Wednesday.
I was especially concerned, because in both cases I never heard any medical professional say, "Your white blood cells are going down. You seem to be improving." Instead, I heard "MRSA! Superbug!" coming from New Mexico and "Heart infection! Pneumonia!" blasting from the other speaker in North County, then suddenly, "Pack up, you're fine, here's some penicillin, bye!" to both in the space of a few hours on Wednesday.
Ken is having a nurse come see him every day, plus he gets oxygen. Dave goes to see the surgeon for an evaluation on Tuesday. I never want to have a week like this again.
So we got home from the emergency room yesterday (Gary's 91 year old dad has pnuemonia) to find out that my brother in Albuquerque is having emergency surgery. So, two family members in the valley of the shadow of death.
Taking a personal day, though. My first day off so far this year. I need to focus on the positive today. The list of people NOT in the hospital is long.
The Mini is back in the shop. this time for the air conditioning evaporator. The internet says this is a five hour job. They've had the car for over a week.
I know all I have to do is change my mind. Or, just seem to change my mind. Gary won't play though. All he would have to do is call the Mini people to ask about the status of the car while I yell in the background, "Why do we need air conditioning? I'll just drive your car on hot days!"
Or, perhaps they're just used to west county executives bellowing that their daughters need their "Mini Coopers back now or I will sue."
We had no air conditioning in the first car we owned, a Honda CRX. And of course I know the Mini Service department wants us to buy a new car,so they're scooting us closer to the breakeven point. If we start spending five grand a year on repairs, it actally would make sense to buy a new car.
Well, I was going to delay any therapy until I spoke with the neurologist, but an epic fight yesterday clarified what I've been so upset about since last August:
I miss my Mom.
I miss my Dad, too. Frankly, I miss anyone who is isn't emotional, because I look at all family members, blood and in-laws, and I don't see anyone who is calm. I see emotional people stretching to the horizon.
I don't know who all those people go to when they want to be calmed down. Me? I know my brother comes to me when he needs me to "talk him off the ledge." I shudder to think what would happen if I cried to Dave.
Of course Gary can spend hours ranting to me, but I find that when I rant to Gary, he yells louder and we end up in a fight. And, given yesterday's fight, even if I explicitly say, "I'm feeling weepy, don't get upset" ... well that's just the type of thing that fantasy couples say after they've taken marriage counseling. You know. Those imaginary conversations when people say, "I hear you saying [fill in the blank]. Is that how you feel?" They probably end up in epic fights too.
I know Mom died eight years ago, but I think I haven't needed her to talk me off any ledges, probably because i was on the Great Celexa Mesa. And now that I might be (MIGHT BE) selling her house, it's stirring up all the emotions. Or, there's a wedding that stirs up all the emotions. Or any holiday. Since I don't have any calm family, there's no one to go to with my problems. Only people who would then just counter with their own, louder problems.
I could go to Mom-in-my-head. Mom? "Whine, whine, whine. Listen to yourself!" she says.
Earlier this year I read about a lavender farm way south and east of St. Louis in Eureka, MO.
St. Louisans of a certain age know Eureka as the home of: Six Flags, a KOA campsite, and every chain restaurant known to man. Six Flags is forty-five minutes away. An eternity to a child.
We planned to visit the lavender farm, but I was skeptical that a lavender farm would thrive in Eureka, since I couldn't see the crossover between roller coasters and lavender.
"Oh no," my friends said, "Eureka is all fancy now." Evidently the upper middle class ran out of space in Wildwood and west county and spilled over into the cheap land by Six Flags.
Even though we set out Saturday at ten, the lone elk park and wild bird sanctuary are on the way, so I didn't notice the lavender farm was going to close at three until it was two forty. Luckily we were only eight minutes away, so we drove across the highway and directly into a ridiculously nouveau riche subdivision called Legends. I know this, because this is the entry sign.
That photo doesn't show the scale. The lettering on that sign is bigger than our car.
The builders of the Legends houses must have had a competition to see how many windows will fit on the back elevation of a large house on a narrow lot. I can't speak to the fronts of the houses, we took the back way to the lavender farm. I'm sure they're very nice. They look quite tasteful from the photos.
About three blocks into the subdividion Gary joked, "I bet it's just the backyard of some lady's house."
Well, not quite the backyard. It was on the other side of Legends Parkway in what looked like a family farm, with a house and barn and a shed with a lavender roof. And ... the roof was all the lavender we saw. At the entrance there was a sign saying the recent weather conditions had severely affected the lavender crop. It has been rainy this spring, and of course the flood was all over CNN this past Christmas.
We drove in. We saw a rolling field of green."Perhaps it's the rare green lavender," Gary said.
We went in the lavender-roofed shed. The shed was decorated with the same contrasts the Legends exteriors had: one part lower middle class, one part upper middle class. From the road the outside of the shed looked homey, but your first step inside put you by an opulent fireplace that took up the entire side of the shed. I'd say one quarter of the available wall space was fireplace, so much so that I immediately thought, "That is not up to code."
The owner was bundling up lavender in the shed / tea room / gift shop. "Where'd you get the lavender?" I wanted to say. After some small talk about the soil and root-rot and the weather, she said they have another lavender farm in Salem, MO, further from the river with sandier soil. There is really no indication on the web site that the lavender is gone, but for a note that" there will be no u-pick harvesting this season."
So, that was a let-down. And, darn it all, we'd taken up so much time with the bird sanctuary and the elk park that it was time to go home. We didn't have time to see Route 66 state park. Remember the trip we took to the radiation-infested nature conservatory? Route 66 state park is built on the site of the Times Beach superfund site. That'll have to wait for another day.