Did I tell you just how sick of animal pee I am?
I took her outside (in the pouring rain) but she didn't have to pee. So I threw her in the shower in the shop bathroom while I went and cleaned up. As I'm taking the soiled rugs and pillow out to the car, a car drives up. I'm muttering about being in the rain with this stupid BS, totally to myself, of course. The lady asks me if it's OK for her to park there. Of course, she's in a parking spot. So I say that she's fine and go back inside. She drives away. I guess the black cloud over my head ran her off. Great. Naturally I spend the rest of the day feeling guilty.
I call the lady who had the lesson and got her voice mail. I apologized for being in a mood and asked her to consider returning. I call an hour later, because I want to apologize to her, not her voice mail. Yeah, it wasn't her. She forgot about the lesson. Great. So I scared off a new customer and embarrassed myself by unnecessarily apologizing to another. The lady who drove off probably has a blog with a million followers who will all now know that I'm evil. I really hope she considers the possibility that I had a bad day and will give me another chance.
Then I get the email from my sister. Apparently none of the sisters are involved in the planning of Monica's shower. I had sent an email last night about time getting short and that we should get rolling. I apparently overstepped my bounds. I said that I thought the menu should be at the very least vegetarian. You don't throw a party for a guest(s) of honor and serve something he and she can't eat. But nope, she's more concerned with the imagined comfort of the guests than she is about her own sister. For crying out loud, the party is at 2pm. It won't even have a meal. You can't live without meat for one afternoon party? How pathetic. I am glad I have nothing to do with this. I bet if she could, she'd plan a birthday party for me with chips and salsa and sausage and peppers on the menu. Because the guests would enjoy it. I could see her point if she was throwing a dinner party, but she's not. It is a shower for Monica and Dave. Let me throw you a party and serve food you can't eat. Wow. Monica has mentioned time and time again that she feels alienated from the family. I now believe it.
I said my piece and also wrote that since I have no standing in the planning, that they shouldn't worry, they won't hear from me again. And I found myself looking at the penalties for canceling my flight. I don't want to go. I don't want to attend this farce of a party. I don't want to support this in any way shape or form. Yet I am plagued by the idea that all I would do was hurt Monica and Dave by not going. Then there's the new developments. Bill is getting some time off between Indiana and deployment. It happens to be that week. I don't want to deal with family drama at the same time I'm trying to deal with personal drama. This is a recipe for disaster. I know that there will be drama when I go home. There always is, no matter how I try to avoid it. I have the emotional turmoil of knowing Bill's leaving for a year and that is going to just fuel the fire. More than likely we are not going to have a good last week and that will haunt me forever. I know our emotions are going to run high and low during that week; it's just how the predeployment week is. I don't want to have to add all this BS to it.
So with this peeing crap, I'm at the end of my rope with Marco. I called Dr. Glenn to ask her what she thought the chances were of this being a physical problem. He has peed outside the box at least four times in the past two weeks, which is way more than it has been. She said our options were to take a sample and grow a culture and see what the problem may be and which antibiotics would most effectively treat it. The second option would be an ultrasound to see if there is a cyst or tumor or any other time of problem. So I agreed to both. His ultrasound appointment is Monday.
Because I have reached the level of desperation, I contacted the pet psychic. I don't care if you laugh at me. When you've cleaned up puddle after puddle of pee, you'll be calling her, too. She does readings at the Mystic Cottage, but its hours are the same as mine. So we agreed on the morning of Labor Day, at the house. She asked if we were talking about a dog, and I said a cat. She said she felt dog energy from me. I said that my two dogs were a few feet away. Then she asked if I had recently lost a dog and I told her no. She said that was in the future then. Which is a horrible thing to say, but it is something I have come to accept. My pets will not outlive me, more than likely. It is highly possible that we will lose Rava in the next few years. These things happen. But I was a little creeped out that she mentioned it. I don't expect her to solve the problem with Marco. I don't think they're going to sit there and have a conversation. In fact, I'm not sure what I expect at all. But if she has some insight into Marco's feelings, perhaps I can adjust some things and see how that affects the behavior. What do I have to lose besides $20? Maybe I'll be the laughingstock of my friends. Maybe I'll have a cat who can live in the house rather than being locked up in the bathroom.
Shirley was in today. She is part of our sweater knit-along. She is a military spouse and just discovered the shop. She has a great personality and is fun to have around. We spent some time talking about dysfunctional families. Hands down, hers is worse. At least I talk to most of mine and on a regular basis. I think I would cut ties with them as she did if I walked into my parents' house and saw a family portrait on the wall that didn't include me.
Then Alicia came in. She is such a sweet lady. She comes to town around every two months and visits the shop. She lives in Oxford, MS, and teaches environmental chemistry. She says that I am her yarn shop, even though one just opened in Oxford. She is just a nice person and I always enjoy her visits. Between her visit and Shirley's, I started to feel a little better. I decided to blow off the VT-86 Spouse Club meeting tonight. I had wanted to go, but I really was not in the mood to be around people. I just wanted to come home, launder the soiled stuff from the shop, and disappear into a little hole somewhere no one would find me. I am starting to get a better mental attitude now.
We had rain all day, but no thunder, so I didn't have to use the Thundershirt. Here is a picture of Tawny in it. I never got to see if it would work today.
We have a plant of some sort growing in the compost pile. I think it may be a zucchini. That would be pretty cool. I hope that the lawn people don't mow it, though! They were going to come today, which would be two weeks after the last time. I called earlier in the week and asked them to delay as long as possible to give the yard time to dry out from the rains last weekend. Ha! That's what I get. It will take another week without rain for the yard to dry out from today! Here are some pictures of the plant.
My dad seems to think it is a gourd of some kind. The only thing I can think that I threw in there was zucchini, squash, eggplant, and cantaloupe. But the cantaloupe I put in there was the rinds only, and I don't think they'll grow. So we shall see what happens.
If you're still reading this, thanks for staying with me! It was a long one. I thought of other things to say, but I'll save them for another day.
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