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Fractured Fairy Tales

Woof.

Finally the nonbloggable becomes bloggable – Mom (aka A-Woww) tripped and fell 2 weeks ago, fracturing her kneecap and shattering her elbow. The knee will heal on its own in an immobilizer which thankfully allows her to walk. The elbow required surgery. That happened on Wednesday and now the mending begins.
While she’s a bit more banged up than the ankle incident from 2011, it’s not as bad because she’s not bedbound. In fact, today we went to a bridal shower! And this time around she’s getting home visits from nurses, occupational therapists and physical therapists.

This was the arm that was operated on. I was sad when she washed the YES off. It was inspirational!


We’ve all been scrambling to make sure she has someone there throughout the day for meals and to let her dog out. I’m certainly thankful for TNP’s flexible schedule.

Tomorrow is the 2-year anniversary of buying the House on Literary Lane. We are still overrun with weeds and ivy, and can’t get the desired plants and grass to grow, PLUS the neighbors behind us are as noisy as every neighbor I had at the Heights of Collingswood COMBINED but I love my home and some days I never want to leave it.

(There is still an unpacked box in the coat closet.)

What's new?

Been a while, eh? I was reminded I had a blog by Google Webmaster tools. I don’t check my pageviews anymore, but it helpfully let me know my database was inaccessible a few days ago. I tweaked a few settings and now we are back and error free. I hope.

One of my birthday presents from WM - a Mickey throw!

One of my birthday presents from WM – a Mickey throw!

So here’s the rundown since August:

  • Mom and I went back to Virginia Beach.
  • WM and I attended Philly Diner en Blanc.
  • I turned the big 43.
  • WM went back to school.
  • Doctor appointments. Hooray.
  • More setting up the house.
  • I replaced my dead laptop with a Microsoft Surface. It’s niiiiiiiiice.
  • Ollie is doing well. Max has good days and bad days.
  • And my tooth (yes, that tooth) cracked out of my mouth and I’m wearing a dental flipper and facing a 7-9 month dental implant process. Double Hooray.

Not only did my tooth fall out, but it fell out while I was at lunch with my manager. I’ve always had nightmares of my teeth falling out. I’m living the nightmare, people.

The tooth is right next to my front teeth (tooth #7) and since I can’t hide the gap like I could if it was a molar, I wear the flipper when I go out in public. And now when I come home from work, the bra comes off AND the fake tooth comes out. I might not be updating as much, but be assured that I am STILL hella classy.

Alpha

W-A-T-E-R Water!

W-A-T-E-R Water!

Max is doing surprisingly well. I say this because just a week ago, we were having the “Quality of Life” discussion, as barely moved for three days and we were carrying him outside to do his business. This post was sitting in my drafts folder and was very different. Last Monday was my brother’s birthday and we were gutted at dinner because the only thing in Max’s “W” column was that he was still eating.

And then on Tuesday the ears pricked up and the tail started wagging again. He accepted his harness and started sniffing everything like it’s brand new. This morning he happily pranced across the street with us for his morning walk. I don’t know what happened, but the only thing I can guess is that he’s adapting to his new reality. The fancy expensive grain-free food isn’t beloved (although Ollie hasn’t puked since we started it) so to get him to eat it all we’re cutting the old Purina Savor food into it. Yes, we are buying two different dog foods to make this work. No, I don’t care.

In the face of this changing landscape, an unlikely pack alpha has emerged.

Hyper-alert.

Hyper-alert guard dog.

Now, this wasn’t always the plan. The “alpha” line of succession went as such…

1) Max
2) Charlie
3) Remy, the tiny mouse that occasionally skittered through the kitchen
4) Ollie

But things being as they are (and Remy having mysteriously vanished), it’s Ollie now.

Snuggling.

Snuggling.

Max approves.

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