We've been MIA for awhile now. We've been trying to get it together the last couple weeks. We have a completely new routine happening here, what with job changes and puppy raising.
The puppy has been busy these days waking up at 5:30am, losing teeth, getting infections, and, on nights like last night, snagging half sticks of butter from the kitchen counter. There have been moments when we've wondered if raising a puppy is harder than raising a child. We know it can't be. But you start to wonder after getting 5 hours of sleep, standing in the rain for 15 minutes at 6am for the third day in a row, missing your shower, cleaning up vomit in the car after a trip to the vet, pulling socks and financial documents from clenched jaws during the once daily "puppy bonkers" period of the day, administering eye drops, hiding pills in peanut butter, and spending an hour at the dog park trying to get her to stop digging holes all while talking to other dog owners (otherwise known as "puppy parents") about their doggie daycare choices. It's tiring. But like all "parents", we still think she's the cutest dog around.
Here she is making use of my cast aside statistics and labor economics books.
And giving Matt a low five during the playoffs when the Red Wings scored.
She also likes to spontaneously give five to people who pet her. They think she's delightful, but we know she's just trying to snag a treat.
And here she is this afternoon, taking a break from the summer heat and testing the waters in a local pond. She's been discovering salt water and fresh water the last couple weeks on our outings. I don't think she'd even considered going in the water until she saw another dog diving in for a ball and having a good old time splashing around.
Totally didn't intend for this post to be all about Kaia again, but there you go.
On top of the new routines, Matt's been dealing with a long recovery from oral surgery. The kind of oral surgery that came with a dental horror story to pass on for years to come. Something you don't want to hear from your oral surgeon while having your stubborn impacted wisdom teeth extracted is: "I'm sorry, but we've used the maximum amount of novicane and nitrous. You are just going to have to grin and bear it." And post-surgery: "I put people under in my private practice but at this clinic they don't have the square footage to meet licensing requirements." Information that would have been useful to us before the surgery. Over a week later, he still can't feel his lower lip and chin, but has moved up to semi-solid foods like Lipton noodle dinners. We're making progress. Neighbors are no longer saying he looks like he was punched in the face.
Since school ended a few weeks back, I've had all sorts of projects in mind for the summer, and so far, no tremendous progress. I completed the one essential project though: planting the balcony garden. Since we're hanging out at home a lot more this summer than last, I went all out. I even ran out of pots. And I have a lot of pots for an apartment dweller.
I think I've got all the major herbs covered this year, including a big batch of basil and a full pot of mint for those summer mojitos that are coming my way. I'm also trying three pots of cherry tomatoes. We will see how that goes this year.
The herbs will come in handy for my participation in One Local Summer. More on that tomorrow as I attempt to create a locally produced meal, all without making it to the farmer's market this week. As with many things in life, I'm still working on getting it together on that one.
Oh, and Matt's going to try Twittering. AKA microblogging. Unlike me, he says, "I don't need to write a thesis." So check out the sidebar from time to time to see the short but sweet thoughts he feels like sharing when the mood strikes.