Wednesday, July 3, 2013
When I woke up this morning (at 3:20 a.m. -- ah, jet lag!) I wondered, among other things, how on earth to illustrate today's blog post. I hadn't taken any photos in Florida since landing yesterday afternoon, because I was busy doing family stuff.
But then, a few hours later, just as the sky was getting gray with light, this little green tree frog obligingly appeared outside the living room window.
These little guys (and gals, too, obviously) are everywhere in Florida. My photos are a bit blurry because there wasn't much light and I was using my macro lens, but they will have to do.
So, yes, I arrived safely, after a flight that saw me devour three issues of The New Yorker and one of Harper's, plus part of another novel. Man, I can get some reading done on a plane. My fellow passengers were annoyed because many of the seat-back televisions weren't working, but I was fine with that. (My plane seemed to have a couple of annoying electrical glitches, which I hoped wouldn't bring us down somewhere over Bermuda.)
I sat next to a guy who started the flight being quite chatty, which made me nervous. I am not a plane talker. I want to just be quiet and do my thing. Happily, he became absorbed in writing out equations and drawing strange diagrams reminiscent of protractors on a napkin. (He was an electronics guy. I suppose he was working out some kind of work issue. I was glad I was not inside his brain.) Then he fell asleep.
I've been in touch with Dave pretty constantly about Olga. She's back at the vet this morning and they're going to do another imaging test -- this time an ulstrasound -- to see if they can find the stick inside her. I'm beginning to wonder whether we should have taken her to the vet at all. Maybe we would have been better off just letting her pass it on her own. All this poking and prodding has definitely aggravated things and made her feel worse. In any case, maybe they'll see it this time and then we can decide what to do. She still isn't eating but the vet is giving her fluids.
It's hard to be here and simultaneously be preoccupied about a dog on the other side of the ocean.
I went to dinner with my dad, stepmother, step-grandmother, stepsister and nephew last night. Linguini with chicken. Meh.