While I've been away from this space:
Alex nearly exploded from what we suspect was lithium toxicity. Seriously--he puffed up like a pufferfish, despite compression socks and diuretics, and then started having a multitude of additional symptoms, like scary-high blood pressure, kidney pain, a metallic taste in his mouth (I know--where ELSE would he have a taste, right?), nausea, etc. So the upshot of that is, he's off the lithium and back to Depakote, and the same med cocktail which wasn't working quite well enough back in the spring. Yeah. We're back where we started. But then, it's nearly fall now, so maybe this will be OK for a while. The tightrope-walk that is maintaining a working med cocktail when dealing with psychiatric drugs is NOT FUN. Anyway, that drama took up a solid week of my time and energy.
We went bowling. Twice. I'll be writing that up for the Times blog. Bella beat me both times, though to be fair, she WAS using the bumpers.
I survived the annual autumn mucus rampage, though I have yet to regain my voice.
Betty the poodle puppy flew to Nebraska, where she is happily settling in with Julie's family, and will be shown in multiple venues in the future. We wish them all our best, of course, and have confidence in the dog and human components of this new partnership. Go, girls!
I read lots of books. Check them out on my goodreads page if you like, and connect with me so I can see what you're reading. Because I'm nosy like that.
A home has been secured for Music the colt, who will be departing for New England within the next month. I'm grateful for that, because I know we can't support all these horses through another winter. Now to secure similar happy solutions for Kate and Victor.
I have repeatedly agonized over "WHAT'S FOR DINNER." Does no one else have this problem? It's easily the absolute worst part of my entire day, figuring out what to make for dinner. Every day. And shopping for the groceries. And doing the prep-work. And cleaning up afterward. What a drag. And you know, no matter what I feed these people, they just expect to eat again the next day, and the day after that. IT NEVER ENDS.
And while I'm whining, give me some advice, wouldja, parents of kids who were once in preschool? Isabella is responsible for "special snack" day this week at school, which means that *I* am responsible for "special snack" day this week at Isabella's school. Please, someone give me ideas for clever snacks to make for 4-year-olds, preferably something not entirely devoid of nutritional value. I saw a cute idea for tiny sandwiches cut with cookie-cutters somewhere, with a cream cheese and something else filling, but now I can't remember where I saw it. Such is my life.