In Her Heaven
The day before a three day holiday weekend, so I was able to leave early and drive to the local pet store. I've been buying Emmy's canned food from a store across from the office, Smart and Final, and, although they have good prices (you have to buy by the case), they don't have much of a selection. It's a place where restaurant buyers, soup kitchen managers and tired looking mothers shop. Reminds me of Costco. The turkey stuff they stock Emmy seems to like. The tuna surprise is more problematic, especially after I noticed the bones. So, two cans each of eight different combinations of chicken and turkey from two different brands, see which ones she likes and then stock the cupboard. This by itself was enough excitement to last me through the weekend. (Awwwww....)
I also bought a bottle of Nature's Miracle. I was down on the floor yesterday scrubbing away at the rug, when I happened to glance at the bottle. Nature's Miracle, white, the red lettering, yes, but Nature's Miracle Skunk Odor Remover. Skunk Odor Remover. What the hell? I'd launch into a "lordy! lordy! I'm getting old screed" here, but I think (I seem to, um, remember) that I did similar things when I was young. I've been half aware and half worried it wasn't working as well lately. Emmy's been better about throwing her cookies, less often over time, I think, but look at those stains. I mentioned I bought the large bottle? There's a patch of rug drying near the computer as I write, so far, so good. Other stains await. More excitment and the weekend hasn't even started.
I haven't thought about tomorrow. There will be fireworks at Jack London Square. I can't remember the last time I had the energy and ambition to pack a tripod and attend. I've been thinking I might actually go these last couple of days. A good sign the energy is back or returning or making me think it's coming back or something. This Friday. Here in Oakland. Tomorrow is Friday, the Fourth of July, and God is in Her heaven.