i was hungry and it was your world

One of the dogs has an impacted anal gland. For the record, this is a thoroughly disgusting condition resulting in ooze. I'm not going into any more detail because I think it can do nothing good to explain it further. The vet has prescribed antibiotics and the things I am required to do between now and when they kick in are best left between me and the dog.

Today we accomplished a few things which is kind of a nice feeling for people who mostly spend the weekends just recovering from the week. Shawn mowed the lawn, both front and back, which in all fairness wins him the grand prize. Mowing a third of an acre with a push mower takes some real dedication.

While Shawn was mowing, I went into the garage and worked on collapsing a million boxes so they could be taken out for recycling. The garage is in serious need of a sweep and tidy to rid it of its vast collection of dead spiders. *shiver* After I was done with the garage, Little J and I planted her two strawberry plants in the garden in hopes she'll get a few berries this year. We also tended the grave of her poor little hamster who died on Friday. (She's doing well with that, coping nicely.)

After chores were done we went to see Earth, feeding some money into the giant Disney machine. I don't know what's happened to me in my old age but I can no longer stand to watch scenes in which tigers eat deer, lions take down elephant calves, and so on. So I watched parts of it through my fingers.

Today Little J's mother called wanting to speak with her. It's been nine days now that Little J has been refusing to speak to or to see her mother. In some ways it's easier for all of us just not having to deal with her. In some ways it's heartbreaking to see this child having to detach in order to maintain her sanity. When I told C that Little J didn't want to talk to her, she because upset.

Sometimes I feel sorry for C because it must be so painful to lose the trust of her child, to feel their relationship slipping away.

And sometimes I think she's getting exactly what she deserves for abusing/neglecting her daughter the way she has. It's easier to feel that way when C is being angry and obnoxious, harder when she's sad.



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