hello puppies!

04-12-00

Slept in.

That's important because I didn't get to sleep much during the past week. The guest room at my parents' has no heat, and I can't sleep when I'm cold. I also stayed up too late most nights, especially the last couple of nights there. The night before I returned, I didn't get home from Eric's composition recital in East Lansing until around 2. Then I got up and said goodbye to Mom before she left for school at 7. And the night I returned, I spent at a club in Atlanta with John. He played trombone for an open jam session and I decompressed with several expensive pints of cheap beer.

So I've been tired these past few days. Have to go to work in the morning, so this entry will be short. Yesterday's was long, today's is short, it all balances out. How Zen.

An interesting thing I just thought of: when I went through the metal detector at the Toledo Airport on Monday, I got stopped for the bottles of wine in my carryon. My dad was tied up at the other end of the detector because of his steel-framed glasses, which is good because he didn't know I was smuggling good wine back to Georgia in my backpack. The woman at the x-ray machine told her assistant: "I need to see what's in those bottles." I piped up and said, "It's wine." "In all of them?" "Yes." "The bottles are sealed?" "Yes." She said okay, and let me walk on through.

Now, I was grateful that she didn't make me open up the bag, unroll the towels, and show my dad all the alcohol that I'd packed. But what if I was lying? What if my ratty old Eddie Bauer backpack was filled with nitroglycerin, or something? She just let me walk right through and get on the plane. Boy, did I feel safe.

Took Julia to the vet this morning. She did something to her left back leg and she limped around all of last night. This morning she wasn't limping as much, but she crawled under the bed and stayed there. I took her to the vet. This is how much I love my cat: I go to work on my day off. Dr. Figaro said there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her; she must have come down on it wrong and twisted her knee. This sounds good. She's obese—16.6 pounds—and coming down wrong on any joint would certainly hurt. Poor Julie. :( She's just going to have to stay off it for a while. Can you ice a cat's sore knee?

Other than that, went to Macon for a pre-recording session rehearsal with the university band, then played a whole lot of tennis with John. No big day.

Look who's here!

Three miniature dachshunds puppies born to Heidi and Gunny, John's parents' dogs. Puppy four didn't make it, but I s'pose three is plenty for one house. :(