Someone from my old fire department invited me to a live burn exercise Saturday morning. Since I haven't gotten a new fire department yet, I can still play with the old one, and I'm so glad I did. We burned a house down!
I'm finally getting serious about taking care of Maggie's wound. I was SO resentful that she cut herself mere hours before I was going to let her and Desmond stay in the yard (and feeling badly from the accident myself), I wasn't willing to give her the extra work required, and I let her outside unsupervised even after being warned not to. I'm not surprised that she busted her stitches, but it took a while for me to internalize that if she's going to get better, I HAVE to put in the time to take care of her. Back on the leash for her time outside. Rewrap the wound as many times as it takes to give it 10 or so days to heal. The human equivalent is that she partially cut off one of her fingertips (pads. The one partway up her leg.). I suspect that she'll just pull it off again if it's not fully healed and I'll have to go back and spend more money to have it re-stitched. It's going to be painful to spend that money twice, but I have nobody to blame but myself. I hate when that happens.
It's still pouring. The check engine light came on in the truck and something is wrong with the boiler/hot water heater combo at the new house and I'm running out of hot water ... sometimes. I can't describe the feeling of being in the shower and running out of hot water when the bathroom is only 44 degrees to begin with. Picture an agony of coldness. This system is supposed to give me infinite hot water, but it's obvious something isn't working right. Plus, I've somehow run through 1/2 a tank of oil in three weeks at the new house, even though 2/3 of the house is set at 50 and the the 1/3 I'm living in is set at 62 degrees. The hot water and the oil situation were better at the old, crooked country house. It sounds like I'm complaining (and I AM). It's time to stop wishing things were magically under control and put in the time and effort to take care of my "issues." Including the four-legged furry one.
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