In lieu of xanax and other nerve-calming drugs, I have taken to setting my ipod to my “sleep” playlist and listening to the likes of “Zen” and other random cd’s you can find at Bed, Bath and Beyond. Plus, the stress I anticipated yesterday surrounding a meeting was greatly alleviated when the moody case manager decided to not tear into me, my staff or client’s guardian. And by moody, I mean full-blown personality disorder. If I didn’t like her so much I would really resent the daily eggshell walk. But, just when I feel some relief with a work situation, I have this bizarro dream that I was working where Toad works and I was nothing short of “special needs” for lack of a better phrase. It was time for some big time meeting and we all had to go into this special room which was locked. Each employee going to the meeting had a badge- honeywell style and had to punch in a code. I had been told the code but could not remember it for the life of me. Then, I went to follow Toad into the room, hoping she could hold the door for me. But no! Maybe we shouldn’t go to the Hall of Fame! I was left walking around the uninvited employees asking for the code. Lo! and behold! My aunt, the one in the throes of dementia tried to tell me several times, but I still couldn’t get it. It kept changing every time it was told to me. Well, eventually I got in and then the freak show started. The first room was like a spa, where everyone had to take off their shoes, bathe their feet, walk in salt and then put their salty feet in some spa slippers for the meeting. Then in the next room- boardroom style, the “executives” came in one at a time and sat at one end, with their backs to the table. This is where that stupid show The Voice comes in. The execs would dramatically turn around one at a time, introducing themselves. Of course I had the misfortune of sitting in the middle of the execs, but facing the table. It occurred to me in my dream how stupid it all was and I couldn’t stop laughing. But, I felt bad for Toad who I think I embarrassed badly. Sorry about that Toad. But next time you should hold the door for your special needs friend.
You know what makes it all better?
This little Nannerpuss. It is a … wait for it… Mini Boden dress with Hanna ribbed capris, just in time for a sunny spring day like today! Shoes pictured are Lelli Kelly’s and though they are bejewelled, Hattie considers them to be inferior to her now-to-small light up shoes. She refers to these as “broken” since the over the top psychadelic sequins don’t requrire a power source.
Yesterday I reassembled her crib and removed all 1,000 of the Elmo stickers from the wood. I put a nice masculine green sheet on it and rounded up all her semi-boyish blankets and plush toys. We are set. She would like to know where the baby is now. We have talked to her about it several times. The crib is a good conversation starter. But, I imagine she thinks of this phantom baby as something that will only be around from time to time. How could she ever conceptualize the reality? This will all be interesting.
In dog news, Paco is sick. He spent a day and a half throwing up and not eating. We took him to the vet yesterday. $242 later, we still don’t know what’s wrong, but they did give him some fluids and some meds to make him less nauseous. This morning he ate a little of the food they sent home for him. Now I must wait to capture the elusive stool sample. They sent a dixie cup home for this. A dixie cup! Do they want me to return it in that? Anyway, I know you must be worried. Here he is, looking pitiful:
It could just be a case of missing his BFF Bailey.
Today I have no meeting and the sun is out. It’s a good day.