Happenings

I feel as though I have gone missing from the world of blogging. Our computer's power supply went out this weekend, and before that I have left blogging for the last thing on my things-to-do list. I have discovered that the last thing never gets done.

We had Kaia, our puppy, fixed a little over two weeks ago. That was quite an adventure. We take her to the vet, they cut her open, and then give her back to us with the instructions of not letting her run or play. How do you keep a six month old puppy from running and playing, especially when they feel good the next day? For a whole week we were constantly telling Kojo not to bite or chase Kaia, and telling Kaia not to run or jump at Kojo. Poor dogs, they were so confused. Kaia did get left outside three days after her surgery and when I got home her little belly was all swollen. I couldn't get a hold of the vet or animal hospital to ask if she could be bleeding inside or anything like that. After about an hour of worrying, I called one of Terran's co-workers wives who works for a vet. I wanted to cry on the phone while telling her I didn't know what to do about Kaia. She let me bring her over to be looked at. I had horrible images in my head of Kaia dying on me right then and there. Kaia has fully recovered, and today wreaked havok at the dog park. I'm so glad dogs only go through that once.

Terran, between working a lot of overtime, went to a hockey game in Denver. He watched the Avalanche play against the Vancouver Canucks. All you Canadians will be glad to know that the Canucks won with Terran cheering with Canadian pride from the bleachers. It turned out to be a fun game with a big fight, overtime, and a shoot out. I was a hockey widow that weekend, left at home to hold down the fort.

Every other Sunday Terran and I work with the one year olds at church. This weekend I went by myself since Terran was sick and needed rest. I wore a button down shirt that I normally wear with a little undershirt and leave the buttons part way undone. I didn't wear the undershirt Sunday and did up all the buttons. In the middle of class time, I was chasing a little run-away boy. Reaching for him, I suddenly felt my shirt tear open in back. I had a gaping hole the whole way down my back. Not only that, but as I was chuckling and looking down to find my coat, I realized my front buttons had come undone since getting to church. I was so glad at that point, service was still going and the only person around was my helper. She didn't have much to say. I think she may have been embarassed. She wasn't the only one by that point.


Naomi