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Working for the long weekend
Sep. 3rd, 2015 10:38 pmThe vet's office called earlier this week, letting us know that Mika's ashes were ready to be picked up. This afternoon I retrieved the Emperor from his after-school program and went to get them. He was very sweet, wrapping his arms around me and looking up with a very serious expression, as I struggled to get through the paperwork and bill without completely breaking down. Bringing home her ashes makes her death seem so final, like she's just been somewhere else for all this time, but now I have to face the fact that she's really gone. I miss her with almost everything I do at home. When I come downstairs in the morning or get home from work, there's no fuzzy girl to coax outside. When I eat pizza or slice up some chicken to pack in my lunch, there's no vocal dog begging for scraps. Every time I walk by the living room, I glance in the bay window where her perch was, only to be reminded that she's not there to fill it any more.
This weekend I'm hoping to get some cleaning done as the first step for getting the house ready to bring home another dog. Plus, the carpet in the living is kinda gross at this point, what with the effects of an elderly dog who wasn't too aware about where she relieved herself. I just have to get over the feeling that I'm betraying her memory by wiping away the signs of her life here.
Work has been annoying. I feel like I have to fight for every scrap of information I can get; I think they forget that since I'm a remote worker, I'm not there for their meetings or hallway chats or lunchroom discussions. I'd be happy to make the necessary changes, if people only let me know what the hell they were. Knowing why, or who made the decisions, would be a pleasant bonus.
I have the tiniest bit of disappointment that I'm not going to Dragon*Con this weekend, but I desperately need a weekend at home to sleep and recoup, so I'm grateful to get three days to do so. The Emperor is in his third week of school already, and I still haven't managed to adjust my bedtime to the earlier wake-up.
TGTF, y'all.
This weekend I'm hoping to get some cleaning done as the first step for getting the house ready to bring home another dog. Plus, the carpet in the living is kinda gross at this point, what with the effects of an elderly dog who wasn't too aware about where she relieved herself. I just have to get over the feeling that I'm betraying her memory by wiping away the signs of her life here.
Work has been annoying. I feel like I have to fight for every scrap of information I can get; I think they forget that since I'm a remote worker, I'm not there for their meetings or hallway chats or lunchroom discussions. I'd be happy to make the necessary changes, if people only let me know what the hell they were. Knowing why, or who made the decisions, would be a pleasant bonus.
I have the tiniest bit of disappointment that I'm not going to Dragon*Con this weekend, but I desperately need a weekend at home to sleep and recoup, so I'm grateful to get three days to do so. The Emperor is in his third week of school already, and I still haven't managed to adjust my bedtime to the earlier wake-up.
TGTF, y'all.
