I have totally been extremely busy and not procrastinating writing posts.
Saturday, after getting my hair cut, Pugly and I headed over to the Yarmouth Clam Festival. I wanted to work on both of our social skills. I really don’t like crowds and he’s a bit unpredictable. Pugly nearly pulled my arms off tugging on the leash but clearly he loved it and it was a beautiful afternoon, though the morning had been overcast and had threatened to rain out the whole thing.
Although he got quite a bit of attention from kids and adults alike asking to pet him, Pugly’s absolute favorite part of the festival was the food court. Even though I only bought a root beer float because I refused to pay $6-$10 for tiny amounts of over-fried food, Pugly drug me around the whole food court twice. He was doggedly hunting the treasure trove that was the sidewalk for any possible droppings. Oh, wonderful, trampled fried droppings of anything — fried dough, fried potatoes, fried seafood, anything. It was all so wonderful and the dirtier and more trampled, the more treasured and wonderful! What a great and fantastic treat! What a magical place indeed!
As we were wandering about, someone approached me to ask me where I’d gotten my t-shirt. Even though I’m 36 and live on my own thousands of miles away, my mother had been disapproving that I’d wasted my money on such nonsense as a t-shirt that reads: “I am a photographer (not a terrorist)” but I’d bought it for two reasons — 1.) political statement about the increasing trouble photographers are having with law enforcement since 9/11 and 2.) to hopefully network with other photographers. Well, I must say that the money was well spent, even if my self-portrait in it is poorly done. The person happened to be a fellow photographer who also happens to be a member of the Portland Camera club that meets in the Fall and Spring. He gave me a business card with all the information to get in contact with them. I’m very excited. Photography is my current obsession after all and now it might actually be a way to meet other people here in Maine!
Anyway, I got too much sun on Saturday and went home with the beginnings of a migraine. So Pugly and I pooped out. I didn’t even touch my copy of the new Harry Potter. In fact it stayed in it’s Amazon.com box until last night. I’ve just been that busy and tired, I swear.
I spent Sunday doing laundry, house cleaning, grocery shopping, getting another root beer float from Dairy Queen, and working on some maintenance stuff for a challenge group I’m in on flickr. I was still nursing that migraine and my fibromyalgia really flared up big time, especially by the end of the day. Seriously, even Pugly was all tuckered out.
Then Monday was a long day because I had to go to the first day of Basic Training, which was for puppy parents only. We are repeating Obedience School — I’m pretty sure we got a pity certificate the first time. Pugly definitely has some focus/ADD issues. He’s the oldest in this class and the teacher has already seen him in action at daycare leading the other Pugs in some sort of anti-Pug behavior bark-at-the-delivery-man-riot. Because he was in daycare while I was there and the class ran late, Pugly thought I had abandoned him — Poor thing! He looked incredibly hurt when I picked him up. Of course, once I did leave him over night there (they have overnight stay) in an emergency because I ended up in the ER. The whole experience had been traumatic to both of us and he’s very much a mama’s boy. He doesn’t like to be left home for anything.
By the time I got home from that, my fibro was much worse and I’d been stressed out at work all day due to brain-melting programming issues, which tech support is now working on and even they don’t understand why it doesn’t work. Ha! Yesterday, I had work and then and after-work going away party. I felt pretty dead.
I did finally open my Harry Potter book and read the first 62 pages though. Very suspenseful beginning… (and I’m glad that Dudley finally turned out fairly decent.)
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