Tuesday, October 4, 2022
So what else did I do with my weekend besides my long Thames walk on Saturday? Well, I spent Sunday morning working on a bunch of household projects, mostly cleaning and routine maintenance. I got a lot done and it felt fulfilling.
I also finished that John Irving novel I was reading, "In One Person," which was all about sexual and gender identity. It was an interesting exploration of those issues, considering Irving was about 70 when he wrote it, and its ultimate message to resist labels is often associated more with younger generations. I enjoyed it but I wouldn't say it blew my mind.
Then, in the afternoon, I took Olga for a walk. I thought we'd just go to the cemetery but she wanted to explore Hampstead, so that's what we did.
We found an interesting piece of apparently hand-painted street art.
I thought it was pretty good, for something just pasted up on a utility box.
We didn't go all the way to the Heath, but Olga seemed happy enough with just sniffing around the streets.
Autumn is coming! (I guess it's already here, technically.)
Last night Olga had a post-operative check-up with the vet. We were seen by the same doctor who diagnosed her with a possible tumor, and despite the clear biopsy results, the vet is not letting go of that idea. She thinks the biopsy could be wrong. But we told her that Olga is much better, her swelling is down, and considering her age we're just going to let her be. If she does have cancer (which I doubt) it's moving very slowly and we wouldn't do anything heroic anyway. I am not going to chase ghosts. We got a medical test and it was clear and that's the end of it, as far as I'm concerned, unless we're given reason to believe it's not. Time will tell.
Have any of you noticed a Blogger peculiarity where old comments are being put into the spam folder? The Blogger code geeks seem to have ironed out the problem with new comments going to spam, but in checking my folder I've found that a handful of comments -- even my own! -- on older posts are going in there. I have no idea why this is happening but I just approve them and move on.