snookered...

I couldn't get a decent one of jones. i guess this is how he feels.

 

we drove jones north to the vet's at 7 am yesterday morning. he stayed all day, and the vet pulled 6 teeth, molars and incisors. they gave him tramadol, 50 mg, for pain. that's what I take. hmmm....he weighs 32#. I weigh 115#. either I should take 4 or he should take 1/4. no wonder he's snookered.

i poked him all night to make sure he was still breathing. he didn't move.

 

leon tried to warn the new neighbors in the old house next to our field about the marauding bear being back, stealing our apples and climbing the trees, and jumping the fences. they have dogs.

so leon saw someone at the house, yelled, and noticed that there were 4 men in big heavy padded jackets with digital movie cameras hauling sacks of something out of the house. uh ohhh....

he told one of the nice gentlemen to tell the renters about the bear.

 

the news hit the paper the next day.

and then the day after that, when leon saw the wife, who had been released on $75,000 bail, to ask how she was and to tell her about the bear [the nice gentlman hadn't told them], she said that they had to get out of the house, and that they were buying a new one and she guess that would fall through.

uh ohhhhhh....

 

when I talked with my daughter, tami, last night and asked about their old house, which had just entered escrow, she said the buyer had been busted for pot.

uh oh, again.

the house the next door renters were buying, it turns out, was my daughter's and SIL's. it's been up for short sale for a year. tami was finally relieved that it was selling.

I had to tell her what the lady said.

and wonder over such a small world and the bad luck my daughter and her husband have.

 

this was really a bummer for tami to hear because she went in for surgery at 5 am this morning and had her third toe, right foot, chomped off. she was hoping to get out fast, but they had to do the biopsy while she was on the table to make sure that they got all the melanoma that was in her toe. I guess they did. leon talked with john and he said it went all right.

my daughter dreaded the surgery, not necessarily the toe chomping, or the melanoma [the word scares me], but because she vomits a lot after a general.

leon will make her chicken soup tonight.

 

our life.

in Nor NorCal on the coast, next to the Eel River.

how in the world does anyone get [expletive-ing] bored?

 

i'm tired.

t.f.i.f.

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