chip and chipper

[sergebroom]

In case you don't know, I'm in the Bay Area this week.

When I finally got off the plane in Oakland on Sunday, it was almost 10pm, more than one hour later than originally scheduled. I was tired. Sure, as soon as I had landed, I had turned on my cell phone and found a message from Sue that, much to my relief, our oldest dog was ok. What had happened? While I was at the Albuquerque airport, still waiting for the plane to show up, Sue had called to tell me that Freya had managed to reach the chocolate cookies even though they'd been far from the countertop's edge, and had scarfed up 8 cookies. Off they were to a vet emergency clinic. In the end the Big Ugly was fine, nothing that induced barfing didn't cure, but it was a good thing that Sue had taken her in when she did. (And it had cost only $21 per cookie.) So, I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Still, I kept feeling out of sorts, because of that, and because I was tired from the long trip in a space even more confined than usual due to my letting my seat neighbor put a bag of hers under the seat ahead of me, thus making it impossible to stretch my lower limbs.

My spirits lifted though when I got on the shuttle that'd take me to the BART train station. How come? There were two young women holding hands. The feeling kept up, even when I changed trains at the 12th Street station and one of the young men getting off started picking his nose. I eventually made it to the Pleasant Hill station and waited for my father-in-law to pick me up. He had insisted that he'd do so in spite of the late hour even though the heavy rains had stopped not long before I landed. It was late, and my mother-in-law had already turned in, so off to snooze I went.

And I overslept - meaning that I woke up at 6:30am. There was plenty of daylight as I went to BART. Luckily, my walking by a wood chipper named Vermeer wasn't an sign of things to come, although I had a few doubts when I got to work. My first day didn't start well, what with my laptop refusing to boot up until after many attempts. (I finally figured out that the docking station was causing the problem.) Everybody was nice, even the co-worker who lacks social skills and who tends to doubt my intelligence. He did slip once or twice, but I handled it well. I was able to add a few minor accomplishments to my corporate karma. They come in too late to make a difference in the yearly review I'll get on Wednesday, but I'll be walking into that meeting room with my head held high. (No jokes about being unable to see pot-holes when one is looking up.)

After the corporate day was over, I hopped onto the train, literally so otherwise the doors would have closed on me. Off in Concord, I walked to my in-laws's house. It took longer than usual because, in spite of my having walked that walk many times, I managed to take a wrong turn somewhere. I made it back, the long way, after figuring out where I was in relation to the train line. And as soon as I came in, I gave my mother-in-law a big hug.

I'm kind of funny that way with people I love and who love me.

Comments

[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

A friend's tactic in that sort of situation is to give the dog some hydrogen peroxide to drink--not a lot--just a good slug. I don't know if it's vet-approved or not, but it relieved her bloodhound of the 2-pound box of chocolates he ate pretty rapidly, without harmful side effects.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind, especially if the Big Ugly manages to satisfy her sweet fang in spite of our precautions.

[fledgist.livejournal.com]

Hydrogen peroxide sounds even more dangerous than chocolate to me. However, you sound as if you know what you're doing.

[tania-c.livejournal.com]

I'm glad Freya's ok.

I noted that your visit to SF resulted in an earthquake in the UK. What's up with that? Your powers are very impressive.

[serge-lj.livejournal.com]

That wuss from Krypton stops earthquakes. I much prefer causing them. Hahahahahah!!!