The house is mostly put back together now after the Painting Party. I'm trying to figure out how to best arrange the typewriters on various walls. I'd planned to put them all on one wall, but the nice man at ACE told me that that wouldn't work, as the wallboard wouldn't hold 'em.
The rug (which was always too big and too rough) is out of the house now, and has gone to the neighbor's. Now I need something to put on the floor before winter comes, so my tootsies don't freeze.
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It struck me today that it's a sign that things are going better than I had expected with the new NCCU that they keep calling me on my days off, asking if I want to work. That means we have patients galore. Given that we're still working with crapped-out equipment and borrowed space, that's pretty impressive.
I just wish we had the wherewithal to handle vents on our unit. There's some obscure hospital policy that says we can't have vented patients, probably because things are, well, cobbled together and borrowed. Eventually, though....maybe in ten years? Or in five, if we can get the space from the surgical CCU?
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Max has finally figured out that it's really too hot to be outdoors during the middle of the afternoon, and has taken to scratching at the back door. The other day, when I didn't let him in (since I was forty miles away), he simply walked through the fence to the neighbors' house and went through their dog door. We're not going to bother to repair the fence; we're just putting in an extra gate that I'd been saving for the occasion.
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Friend Joy revealed on Facebook today that she and her Lovely Husband are now caretakers to two stock guard dogs--Anatolian/Pyr mixes--who are meant to supervise the goats that are to show up in a week. Remembering Strider makes me hope two things: first, that both dogs have plenty to do in the meantime, and also that Joy and Lovely Husband have plenty-plenty food around for the one who's still growing. Strider, according to his forever-home person (who still emails me twice a year or so) topped out at about 170 lbs and eats everything in sight.
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My cuticles are a mess.