i am an awful cranky pants today. im in the office on a monday (normally its my work from home day) but i have a so called Important Meeting tomorrow i needed to prepare for. of course, its 30something degrees today with 100% humidity (its so humid the sky is sweating. its not raining, its just dripping sweat), and my stupid building has no air conditioning. let me tell you, there is nothing cushy about life in the underfunded ivory tower in summer. and then i let some little person on twitter upset me with stupid little person racist and judgemental comments, and its fair done me ‘ead in, as they say.
so ive done the thing i needed to do for tomorrow and before i skive off and go and swim some laps in the pool, i thought id try and remind myself, and you all, that there are some things in life really worth living for. apart from good friends, and chocolate gelato, it is often my three lovely four legged companions, who havent had a post to themselves for a while. we have had a bit of a break from flyball for a few months but we have our first comp on feb 5th and then only a few comps after that before the next national championships at the sydney royal easter show. so we are travelling down to milton, near ulladulla, on the south coast, for training on sundays. (one third of our team live in milton, one third in canberra and one third in wollongong, so its easier for us to get together there). its a nice trip down too, with the highway bending past kiama,
then down through cutesy little berry where we stopped for coffee
and jem thought he might like to drive for a while
about 2 hours later we are at our lovely rustic but picturesque training grounds (the milton ulladulla showground, also a camping ground over summer).
we spent most of our energy on young ricco,
who displays great potential but sometimes has the attention span of a gnat
especially when learning new things
like running away from trent.
he does like to play tug rope tho, so thats a good thing. possum and i are working on getting our passes closer, and jem is working on his fitness. its a hard slog for a 9 year old wombat, especially on a hot day. we all crashed when we got home:
such great dogs. they work so hard, even when its hot. ive been a bit worried about possum for a while, she has this lump on her tummy and i was trying to ignore it, but i finally took her to the vet on saturday and she stuck a needle in it and had a look and thankfully its all fine, just fatty cells (that’ll be $90 thanks). apparently these things are called lipomas, and they happen to middle aged girl dogs. 6 years old being middle aged apparently. why is nature so harsh to the females of species, except for spiders? i wish i had been born a black widow.
anyway, back to happier things. knitting for example. apart from the regia stripey boy socks that i save for car knitting, i did make some major progress on the not-shur’tugals (or hederas), finally turning the heel last night while the ARod got thrashed (tennis reference).
looooove. this is the second time in a year a pair of cookie socks has rescued my flagging sock knitting mojo. i loved them so much i bought the book – knit. sock. love that is. go on, you know you want to. and then this morning a surprise box arrived from webs (surprise as in ordered before the snow hit and no shipping notice dispatched).
rosered loved the red packy i bought her in Washington DC so much, that she wanted enough for a garment, and i got 2 more of the black as well, just in case. and yes, that is $5.75 you see on the label. unbelievable.
so, all things being equal, there is a lot that is good about today. feel free to remind me of that next time i let the idiots get to me.