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The visa, and duller things
Apr. 7th, 2004 08:31 pmYay! I now have my passport back, complete with shiny new visa. Now to get replacement tickets sorted out (not to mention some packing, etc. which I've put off through jitters) so that I can finally go and be with Ingvar. :)
I think I was far happier to see the FedEx guy this afternoon than he was to see me. My mother's observation yesterday that I'd probably picked up a virus of some sort was, as usual, spot on. (One would think I could tell when I'm coming down with the flu by the age of 29, no?) When the knock came at about 2:30, I was taking a nap in the living room, and staggered for the door without my glasses. Anyone who has been around me right after I've woken up can tell that this was not a good start. :) Between the lurching, the clownlike garb, and the miasma of feversweat, the guy looked like he wanted to sprint for his truck before he came down with some sort of hemorrhagic fever. As far as I could tell by squinting, at least. *g*
At least he did give me the envelope before running off. :)
The afternoon only got more interesting from there. Apparently B.B. managed to escape while I was dealing with the FedEx man--how I could not notice a 90-lb. dog running past, I can't imagine. She has turned into something of a break-and-run artist recently; not much stealth about it. So, while we didn't even realise she was out, she decided to go across the street, into a neighbor's back yard, and taunt one of their dogs. They've had dealings before. This time, he apparently jumped on her and gave her good chompings in several places--she somehow ended up with a few eensy bald spots, but no obviously broken skin. I heard the noise outside and wondered what the uproar was, at the time. The neighbor lady had to pull her dog off, and brought B.B. back down here. :/ The embarrassment was heightened by the fact that I still hadn't had time to get in the shower, and had to go out front and deal with her--acting very nice about it, no less--as a sweat-soaked clown with rubbery legs.
B.B. seems OK, if still excited, but she's most likely going to the vet tomorrow morning, in case we missed anything. And, of course, we're going to have to keep a better watch so the old crock doesn't barrel past us--or through our legs--out the door. :(
I think I was far happier to see the FedEx guy this afternoon than he was to see me. My mother's observation yesterday that I'd probably picked up a virus of some sort was, as usual, spot on. (One would think I could tell when I'm coming down with the flu by the age of 29, no?) When the knock came at about 2:30, I was taking a nap in the living room, and staggered for the door without my glasses. Anyone who has been around me right after I've woken up can tell that this was not a good start. :) Between the lurching, the clownlike garb, and the miasma of feversweat, the guy looked like he wanted to sprint for his truck before he came down with some sort of hemorrhagic fever. As far as I could tell by squinting, at least. *g*
At least he did give me the envelope before running off. :)
The afternoon only got more interesting from there. Apparently B.B. managed to escape while I was dealing with the FedEx man--how I could not notice a 90-lb. dog running past, I can't imagine. She has turned into something of a break-and-run artist recently; not much stealth about it. So, while we didn't even realise she was out, she decided to go across the street, into a neighbor's back yard, and taunt one of their dogs. They've had dealings before. This time, he apparently jumped on her and gave her good chompings in several places--she somehow ended up with a few eensy bald spots, but no obviously broken skin. I heard the noise outside and wondered what the uproar was, at the time. The neighbor lady had to pull her dog off, and brought B.B. back down here. :/ The embarrassment was heightened by the fact that I still hadn't had time to get in the shower, and had to go out front and deal with her--acting very nice about it, no less--as a sweat-soaked clown with rubbery legs.
B.B. seems OK, if still excited, but she's most likely going to the vet tomorrow morning, in case we missed anything. And, of course, we're going to have to keep a better watch so the old crock doesn't barrel past us--or through our legs--out the door. :(
