IL: Blink and you'll catch it

Oh! Ghost days.

This is a term I came up with for days that just seem to disappear doing nothing. I will admit that they seem more common now. I grab my phone and I just look at Facebook for a while and then I stop, then I pick it back up in case anything interesting has happened, like with this Macklemore/Ed Sheeran thing, and then I put it back down, then I pick it back up and then... well, it's almost 5. 

I feel like an idiot when it comes to time budgeting. I could have such full days. I see myself as only having about 2 really productive(? if this is important?) hours per day, at best. Then there are dog walks and lunch breaks and errands to run. But I remind myself that running errands is technically productive.

My problem seems to be in finding motivation and energy to do things that I like to do during a day. Writing, blogging. And things that I really should do like PD and job searching and cleaning. And almost none of it gets down. I had been developing this policy. Every day, do something for the dogs, for myself, for us, and for the house. It's a nice idea but tricky in practice. What I do know is that something really nasty is going on in my vegetable crisper that I need to clean out.

Today even got off to an early start; Mel went in to the office today, so we were up and at em, and out the door around 7. I came back and fed the dogs and waited a bit to walk them, doing whatever I do in the morning in the meantime. After walks, I did a bit of image sourcing for my blog, showered, and got back to wasting the days.

Bastian has had a few issues lately. As you know, he was throwing up last week, but we got him relatively settled. When we put him back on kibble, he became more regular, then for good measure the vet gave him some gastrointestinal meds and food, which I had to drive out to get on Monday. He also seems to have developed an aversion to sleeping in his crate. He was keeping us up all night with barking, and when he would be in there he would pant profusely, but be at peace when he was out, so we let him sleep out of it. We let the woman who runs the foster service know, afraid we had broken the rules, but she understood and encouraged us to do what we needed to to get him feeling better. So he's been sleeping in our room lately, happy as a clam.

And with that, you know, I think I can say we've pretty much decided to keep him. And by that I mean, I've stopped dragging my feet on what seemed to be the likely outcome from the beginning. Obviously I've had my concerns, and they haven't gone away. But I know that if we were to adopt him out, Mel would feel sad, and then we'd get another foster dog, and then we'd have a hard time parting with that one too, and the process would continue on and on. So why not just end it now? I feel Mel understands -- I certainly hope -- that this is it, that 2 dogs is our limit and we can't keep filling the house up with dogs. So if she sees sad foster stories in the future, she's going to understand that there isn't anything we can do. I told her that we can't have more dogs than adults in the house. (I initially said people, but then corrected myself when I realized we're still trying to have a baby. The baby can't walk a dog!!)

I just told her that last night on our way to Nonna's. We went to see her because Mel's parents have been away on vacation, so it was nice to pay her a visit, bring some food, play some cards, watch a bit of Dancing with the Stars. 

I've been on a particular kind of music kick lately. I made playlists of all the songs that made the MuchMusic Countdown top 10 in 1999, 2000 and 2001 (actually, June-June of each year, for whatever reason.) It's interesting to kind of go back over the top hits that were sharing air space at the same time, since in memory it all gets jumbled up. And to find those ones that didn't endure so much, especially the CanCon. Remember Choclair? He was all over that.

So I don't really have much more to say. I think I'm going to walk Basti, then either get back to blogging or maybe even clean the kitchen

Keep on rockin

-Scotto