Getting ready to complete the skull piece for Create's participation in an exhibit in Wakefield next week. Have procrastinated on that one, and today's rainy day, sans all obligations, is perfect. My least fave part of any quilt project is this part, so it is good to be forced indoors. Hoping it goes quickly and doesn't get aggravating so I can get back to Beadathon2016 -- the current piece I am beading right now. Boy, I love my beads. I have so many ideas in my head I wish I could work 20 hours a day. Seeing as laying down for a night's sleep is becoming problematic for the body (dodging a pain rant here!) I might start inserting a quiet work session at 2am, at least for the summer. Would be really peaceful with all the babies asleep and not needing things from me then, too.
As my pups get older, they are becoming more needy. Ellie barks at anything, inside and out, and the others join in to support her. Everything is a big, exciting deal. They also are glued to the underside of my shoes, as every time I try to walk I seem to step on someone. I feel like a moving amoeba of twelve tiny dog feet as I try to do things in the house. Add a few pairs of wings when the birdies are out, and well, it's gonna be a long summer! Da pugs really can't go for a good walk in temps over 80 for fear of overheating, so the pent up energy is spent chasing phantom sounds and elderly thoughts that I can't perceive. At ten years old, the dynamic pug duo is still full of surprises. Seems like they were squirmy little things with round bellies and sweet puppy breath just yesterday.
Yesterday, Hapi went to the vet and had blood drawn to check for anything that might be wrong. While being restrained, we were able to check his legs, wing-pits, and neck more carefully. He's been at himself all over. His skin is inflamed and sore looking. She said he has an issue with an air sac too, that it bulges a certain way when it isn't supposed to. Possibly an injury of some sort? I haven't seen any injuries occur but who knows what he is up to in his cage when I am not around. He is on an antibiotic and anti inflammatory as we await results. My poor, poor baby -- I thank GOD that he can be under Carol's wing, so to speak.
Also under Carol's guidance right now is a zoo of wildlife. The noisy, smelly, and very lovable baby raccoons were adorable, as were the baby robin and sparrows. I stood in wonder like a two year old as one hungry fledgling sparrow sat on my finger and fluttered its wings while screaming for its meal. So tiny, almost weightless. Beautiful. The owls and hawk are still there, doing well, but now are joined with more raccs and a pair of neat ducks with punk hairdos. The most worrisome baby there was a young female brown hare that was brought in after being bitten by a dog. She was receiving treatment but was showing signs of a potential spine injury. Then she delivered two stillborn baby bunnies. Maybe more on the way. To see this wild rabbit, like the ones that scamper through my yard, usually keeping a safe distance from all humans, crumple onto Carol's shoulder and close her big brown eyes as her head was massaged, clearly loving the hug and gentle whispers of "It's ok, momma, I'm sorry," was too much. The bun bun knew she was safe and being helped, and that in this case, being close to people felt pretty good. Carol, you rock. Many people would not care one way or another about any of these critters. I am so grateful that you do.
Off to the day with attempts to not complain. The leg feels like it is fighting a battle with the rest of my body on par with the 1940's French Resistance, but there isn't much I can do about it. IT'S FINE. :) Cheers.