I visited fTM Erin to meet baby #3 today. Caleb Henry was born mid-November and this was the first time since then that schedules synced up for me to spend the afternoon at Casa de Chaos.
Yes, a freak snow storm that was only 10 miles wide hovered right over where i was driving, reducing visibility to 15 ft and nearly killing us all, but that didn't stop me.
Well, it almost stopped me. I pulled over, called Erin and told her it was too dangerous for me to drive (words i haven't uttered in 30 years), but she texted me a radar picture showing that the storm was directly over me (yeah; no kidding) and that if i pushed on for about 2 miles i'd be out of it.
No lie, 15 minutes later there was no trace of snow and i had on my sunglasses.
It was a fun afternoon of romping, eating, rocking, petting and chatting as there were 3 little boys, 2 dogs, 2 cats and an Erin to play with; plus quite a lot of time on Pinterest looking at powder rooms with pedestal sinks.
My camera battery was dead, dead, dead so i've borrowed a picture from Erin for today's haiku:
Over the holidays my bff and i spent quality time at one of our happy places - the Hobby Lobby.
Giggling up and down the aisles i spotted a sign so perfect for her - tall and heartfelt - that it had to be captured:
Twenty years ago today i walked into the Disney Store at Columbia Mall to waste some time before my interview at The World of Science and spent the whole time talking to a cast member named Doug. We really hit it off and thus started one of my oddest friendships (which if you look around at my friends, that is saying something).
Crazy antics, wild rumors, two marriage proposals, a piano and several truly amazing trips later we were both somewhat amazed that the perkiness of me and the curmudgeonliness of him had somehow found a way to not only peacefully coexist, but compliment each other. To celebrate the longevity of our unlikely friendship we'd been talking about going to New Zealand.
Unfortunately, ten weeks ago my Douglas went to sleep and did not wake up.
I don't have anything else to say about it right now, but wanted to publicly acknowledge the important role he played in my life for twenty years.
Almost twenty that is.
Silly and fussy.
Basically a misanthrope.
Loved him regardless.
To fly from Baltimore, MD to Ft Myers, FL it makes plenty of sense to change planes in Indiana, right?
In the long run it probably is better because now i am not flying down the coast into the ice storm.
My flight was overbooked, so i volunteered to give up my seat in exchange for a flight voucher.
There is free wi-fi so i am IM-ing with Rea, writing this post and playing Candy Crush.
It's all good, baby!
Except for one tiny, little thing: the only open table was in the middle of the concourse next to the people movers and there is an automatic warning that plays every FOUR SECONDS (yes, i counted).
I can mostly block it out, but it is definitely right there under all the rest of my thoughts.
On the way to work one Thursday i opened my door to this sight.
Why is a bat out of its home in the dead of winter? Alone? How did it get into the house? Why does it look like it was crawling toward my door? What killed it? What am i gonna do with a bat body? Is this going to make me late for work?
I fetched a paper towel to be its wee funeral shroud and long handles tongs to pick it up since i didn't know if there were diseases involved. Of course, Mr Bat had a death grip on the mat fibers with his claws so i had to kinda pry each hand off which caused him to flip on his back and start moving.
NOT DEAD, PEOPLE, NOT DEAD
And that quickly it went from a clean-up to a rescue operation.
Find a small box, punch holes, line with paper towels, scoop Mr. Bat into the box, give him a little massage to warm him and get the blood moving and then shred more paper towels over top to hold in the heat.
At the emergency vets i got the number of an injured wildlife shelter and headed off to work with my bat in a box. (i told the vet tech, I found an injured bat. to which she said Is it alive? Honestly lady? I am at the vet's, holding a box with holes in it, do you think it is alive?)
I was able to nurse him through most of the day, but his condition was too severe. At least i know he expired in comfort instead of in the hallway.
PSA: taking an injured bat in a box to work in NOT a good way to find out your boss is terrified of all flying animals