Good morrow, Buffistae. We've been alternating grey rainy days with sunny days here in SF, and it's wet out today.

Hope it doesn't interfere with Matilda's softball game.

On Friday the whole family is driving up to Reno to celebrate my MiL's 80th birthday. Our Air BnB with the whole clan fell apart at the last minute (plumbing disaster) so we're scattered to various hotels now.

On the way back we'll stop in Sacramento and make two short social stops: 1) with my best man, Alex, who as an organ donor recipient has been lying very low during the Pandemic. So we'll hang with him and his family outside for lunch. We haven't had full family get together since Emmett was in Little League so that will be good to catch up.

Stop 2) will be with Cousin Nicole who you may dimly remember we hosted in SF during her HS years and she got super psyched to go out in cosplay to "blow their minds!" She's been in ill health the last couple years, and recently divorced so we have a giant box of books and graphic novels to bestow upon her. She and Emmett were close and haven't seen each other in more than a decade.

While we're gone the piggies will be in the care of Kalena.

Guinea Pig Update: Prubs is completely recovered from her surgery, seems perfectly fine and her fur is growing and her surgery wounds all healed. It's a guinea pig miracle of modern science.

So, the big news in Trudy Town is that I've gotten a dog. I've named him Warwick after the place where he was found thereby making this a tradition (three is a pattern, right?)

He's part of a group of animals rescued from a hoarding situation that was revealed by a house fire. Little man has been through a lot. He had a broken jaw that was never treated and healed wrong so all his remaining teeth had to be removed. We think he's about ten.

He's very sweet but skittish and much smaller than any non-mouse pet I've ever had. I honestly think my childhood rabbits weighed more. My cat certainly did. He could have six months, he could have ten years. We'll just have to see how he gets on. I intend to spoil him rotten - only nice things happen to Warwick from now on.

only nice things happen to Warwick from now on.

Pupper! What a lucky boy to land with you!

Trudy from the pictures on FB Warwick looks like such a sweetie. And it's good that he will be spoiled and loved on and make up for all the time he hasn't had that.

Thank you.

His challenges are pretty easily managed. He's tiny and has no teeth and doesn't even shed because of the poodle fur (the hoard appears to have started as people breeding cavapoos) so if it takes a month to get him out of my room much less my apartment that's fine.

When we got to the city I tried to take him out of his carrier and walk him but he fled to the back just terrified. Poor little man. It was a very "Toto, we're not in Kansas anymore" moment - what dog is agoraphobic? His whole little pack has some adjusting to do. At the shelter they weren't aggressive but would bark continually and not let you approach them... as they wagged the hell out of their tails.

Aww poor pup! He is so lucky to have landed with you, Trudy!

Awww good fortune for Warwick, who I know will receive proper doting and love.

Aw, Warwick, you're in your meant-to-be home now, little buddy, and it's a great one.

Welp. PT was kind of not fun today. I did more than I have but I got all fuzzy headed and had trouble focusing and got emotional. And I can't go on Friday because I was only authorized for 6 vistis, today was actually my 7th and they need Worker's comp to authorize more. So....not sure how that will go.

and then about half hour ago I was snacking on Triscuits and grapes and cheese and I have to stop eating triscuits because I snapped my bridge again,

At least it snapped differently. I called my dentist, he's in the office today so they are going to call me back. I probably will have to pay for this one.

Yay Pupper! Enjoy! I took my very large pupper to the dog park By Myself today! Park opens at 7 so I was there a bit before then but gates were already open. Seems to be a regular crowd there at that hour daily as the people all seemed to know each other's dogs names. Skinner had a nice half hour running around with his new pals. He was a Very Good Boy and sat for me and didn't pull me around going in and out of the enclosed area so all was good. We shall make it a habit since I need to move around myself.

Good grief, askye! Triscuits are not supposed to snap a bridge. That sounds more like a faulty bridge to me. I mean you weren't cracking walnuts or something.

Moved the cats from SIL's to MIL's house because of reasons and they seem happy to have more room to roam. They snuggled with SIL and family, and snuggle with MIL, but run and hide when I come in so apparently they are still pissed.

Did thousands of bucks worth of inspections on the boat and need to go back to the seller and see if we can come to a mutually acceptable price. A lot of it is market issues, but bottom line is we wouldn't be able to get it insured above a certain price level and hurricanes happen so it would be dumb to pay more than that. I also told Brendon that it would be super dumb to pay all that for inspections then not listen to the expert advice. So we'll see, probably tomorrow how all that goes.

Most importantly, Otter Lake and vicinity make a very big deal out of the 4th of July every year with silly boat parades and all the neighbors doing fireworks and such and it is kind of essential to dress appropriately for the occasion. Since my outfit from last year is way too big now I simply had to get a new one, so this skort just arrived. [link]