Vacation-Take Two!

Today was a random day at work. This morning, I have very few appointments. Someone walked in with a cat that they believed had been hit by a car. [In my original entry, I was going to go into some detail about the cat, but its probably not appropriate for the general public.] Then someone else brought in a pigeon which freaked me out. I gave it an injection of dexamethasone and shortly thereafter, it died. It was pretty much in shock when it came in and me freaking out probably didn’t help calm it down. After sitting around the office at Newville in the afternoon, which included time to vaccinate my cat, I went and removed stitches from a horse’s muzzle. I had sewn up the horse a little over two weeks ago for a laceration on its nostril. The cut was about 1 ½ inches long and about ¾ inches across making a nice little flap. The unfortunate part was that it was likely that the cut was 24 hours plus old making it risky to put back in place. Some sedation, lidocaine and stitches later, the horse’s muzzle looked relatively normal. Today, I was met with the distal end still being unattached. Apparently, the very end had lost its blood supply and pulled away from the stitches leaving a small notch in the horse’s nose. I talked to the owner about how it looked and told her that I could try to fix the horse cosmetically but overall, it didn’t look too bad. They agreed and now we just have to hope that he doesn’t get the little notch caught on anything!

So Joe asked today if we were free in November. He was asked to be a groomsman in one of his friends weddings. Hi s friend is getting married in Arizona and inviting very limited friends-Joe is one of them and by default, I go too. (I seriously asked Joe why I was invited!) I later asked Joe if he felt guilty for not having asked this guy to be one of his groomsmen. He said he did a little. I told him that it didn’t have to be an eye for an eye-the best analogy I could come up with for that you don’t have to ask someone just because they asked you. However, if Martha doesn’t ask me to be a bridesmaid, I’m going to be pretty angry! When I said this to Joe, I realized that Martha is my oldest friend. (Brad and Erick, too!) I don’t have any childhood friends; I’m not friends with anyone from high school any more. I’ve known and been in constant (though sometimes sporadic) contact with Martha (and Brad and Erick because we don’t want any hurt feelings, but not Frei) for almost TEN YEARS! I love it. I love Martha. She’s so great.

I have to take the fantastic car back to the dealership tomorrow for stuff. I’m not certain what stuff. Then I have to do some painful dealings with Crazy Tina With The Funny Accent at the insurance company. The dealership is supposed to give me a loaner but if its not going to take more than a couple of hours, I’m just going to stay there. I have Super Phone Too to entertain me and I’ll bring my Nook.

Finally, vacation take two! Because all of our money (and I do mean close to all of it) was put into this new car, we have limited fundage for vacation. Both of us have already taken the time off for mid-May so it would be a shame to waste that time or spend it laying on the couch. Seattle is out but Ocean City, Maryland is in. Less than 5 hours away, and we can eat lots of crabs. And see the ocean. And see the ponies on Assateague! Yea, Misty! It’ll be good times. Yum, seafood. Of course, there are lots of other drivable options. Now to make something for real. It’s the OC, baby!