On brief absence.

It appears that once one no longer works a desk job, one’s enthusiasm for sitting at a desk wanes considerably.  In short, I work I job I love, and come home to a puppy I love, and a husband I love, in the house I love, and any spare time I have is spent taking photos of most of the above things, and not blogging about them. And playing lots of roller derby.  Ha.

In picture form, the last month or so has gone a bit like this:






Hopefully I’m back again soon.  I just have some puppy licks and surging booty blocks to squeeze in in the meantime.

My kitten walks…

My kitten walks on velvet feet, and makes no sound at all.
And in the doorway nightly sits to watch the darkness fall.
I think he loves the lady, Night, and feels akin to her,
Whose footsteps are as still as his,
Whose touch as soft as fur.

My favourite poem of all time, ever.  

I love the sense of wonder in it, the texture in the words and the picture it paints in my head of a sleek black kitten, tail curled around his feet, sitting patiently and watchfully at the door, and the calm, warm sense of lady Night greeting him after sunset.

Written Lois Weakley McKay, included in The Crow graphic novel by James O’Barr.

Fur Family.

On Saturday morning we got up at an hour one should NOT be up at on a Saturday morning, and headed out for a two hour drive to Ballarat  – it seems all the stars aligned this week – I’m about to start new job close to home, with shorter day hours, and a breeder I had been speaking to on and off for the last 6 months (we’re ready to get a dog! Wait, no we’re not, we’re going away! We’re ready to get a dog! Wait, no we’re not, we work stupid hours and are out late at night! We’re ready to get a dog! Wait, no we’re not…) had a pup become available after all.

So we went to see her.  She was chunky and sweet and very very happy to meet us. We figured we kinda liked her.

I spoke seriously to the breeder about vaccinations and worming and diet and hip dysplasia, and she gave me a bunch of information that mostly made sense and some that, from my (city) vet nursing point of view, made no fucking sense at all but hey, the dog was really cute!

So we bought her home

Meet Indiana.

She has filled us with alternating senses of joy (The softy softness of her soft puppy ears! She’s so roly-poly and sweet! Look at her little face!) and terror (We’re responsible for this little life?!).  Also, she snores.  We’re undecided on that right now.

Oh, and this is where I officially apologise to all the vet clients over the years that I have said ‘Toilet-training a puppy? Oh, it’s easy! Just do A, B and C!’ .  Because we’re doing A, B, and C, and she will still cock around outside for two hours sniffing this and that, and then poop as soon as she gets back inside.  FFFffffffuuuuuuuu…..!

Something I won’t miss about secretarying

Phone conversations such as this:

Me: Mr Surgeon’s rooms, this is Erin.

Patient: Hi I just wanted to fax something to you.

Me: OK, our fax number is XXXX XXXX.

Patient: Well that’s not what’s on your website. Your contact details online are wrong.

Me: Which website is that?

Patient: Well I just Googled Mr Surgeon and this was the first site that came up. *gives the address for one of a billion fucked up free directory services that just add random doctors intentionally with the wrong contact details so that their staff will contact the directory to register the doctor properly and maybe upsell to a better listing while they’re at it*

Me: I apologise for the confusion, but that’s not our official website, but I’ll get in contact with them and rectify those contact details. Thank you for letting me know.

Patient: You should really be careful what details are online for Mr Surgeon, that’s very misleading.

Me: …Yes, thank you, I understand. Well, our fax number is XXXX XXXX if you’d like to send that through, anyway.

Patient: How are people supposed to contact you if your details are wrong? You’re lucky I had your business card which has the right details on it.

Me: ….. I’ll await your fax. Thank you, have a nice day.