The dog park has turned into a stunning display of fall colours. September is my favourite month, with it's warm days, cool nights and beautiful leaves. Charlie is fairly reliable now, with regards to recall. I have noticed though that he reminded me of Lucy, our beagle. When Lucy put her head down and started sniffing, her ears turned off. When Charlie starts running full out, his ears turn off too. We think he has some greyhound in him, judging from his body type and how he runs. Apparently greyhounds don't have the greatest recall when they're running, so that's probably it. I've noticed now though, when we walk in the woods, he runs ahead and then comes back to check on me, and then runs ahead again. When we're out on the field though, he just goes and ignores me.
My daughter also suggested a harness when he's walking on leash and that's been helpful as well. He's a lovely, sweet dog but he came close to being kicked to the curb. I'm thankful I persevered, and thankful to my husband and my daughter for their input as well.
I'm off to court again this morning, but things will be put off to the end of October. Today is the birthday of Jack's maternal grandpa and October 17th is the anniversary of his suicide. Things can wait and I don't want to add to their misery. On the upside, Jack hasn't seen much of his mom and has only spent one night with his aunt and uncle, so he's thriving on the predictability of his life right now. He's happy and eating well.
I'm feeling good mentally but physically the cold from hell lingers on. I didn't visit Katie on Sunday because I needed the rest before going back to work. Turned out for the best, last night I got a text message from Katie's caregiver and Katie has covid. Poor girl, she caught it from her roommate.
My brother from BC will be visiting this week, so I'll get to see him. He's an odd duck, like me, suffers from depression, and pushes people away from him. Men in general don't like feeling vulnerable, I don't think. Women have a lifetime of experience feeling vulnerable. It changes us, but so does menopause. I've noticed some of my coworkers have been going through menopause and they are changing, less willing to put up with the usual shit.
While I was away, sometime this summer, a patient from Jasper told the CT tech's, that I had been hiking on a trail, near Maligne Lake, when a storm came up and I had to be evacuated by helicopter to safety. News to me. The techs asked me about it yesterday and I assured them that I had not been hiking. This particular hike involves four nights of camping. I am not a camper, nor is my husband. But it does beg the question, who was the patient? And who did he think I was? He had the right name but camping is not my jam. A mystery.
Otherwise, life goes on. My husband has a retirement party to go to this week, for a man he worked with for over forty years. I have to make a casserole for a going away party tomorrow. One of our temp nurses is going back to her regular unit. I'll miss her. She sings and dances which I love.
Jack learned what a shart is this week. The learning never ends:)
a staff member