BigOwl
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I've spent the last week getting things ready for the folks who're taking over my classes for the next quarter--a process that turns out to be harder than teaching the bloody classes in the first place. But I wanted to be all calm and ready for my cath on Tuesday, fully expecting AVR to happen very soon after that.
So yesterday my dogs uncover a little bundle of baby possums in the woodpile. I thought one was dead, but he turned out to be alive, so I put him back in with another (later found one more) and left them for mom to retrieve. But by bedtime it was clear that she'd abandoned them, and when I went out to gather them up and keep 'em inside overnight, one really was dead. So the other two came in, and this afternoon I took them to a rehab facility, feeling all pleased with myself--despite an attack of angina that caused me to stop paying attention to the speedometer for a moment or two.
When I looked in the mirror, flashing lights greeted me, and I pulled over to find out I'd been driving 42 in a 30 zone. I didn't have the wits to say, "Sorry, Officer, just having a touch of angina"--so I got my first ticket. In my life. I'm 61 years old and have been driving for 40 of 'em. Damn.
Then I came home and found one more dead baby possum. I hope that's the last, because that's the third bad thing, and I was raised in China--so maybe I've got some good karma going into next week.
It's nice to have a place to vent. I'm ok now. Ready for a peaceful weekend!
So yesterday my dogs uncover a little bundle of baby possums in the woodpile. I thought one was dead, but he turned out to be alive, so I put him back in with another (later found one more) and left them for mom to retrieve. But by bedtime it was clear that she'd abandoned them, and when I went out to gather them up and keep 'em inside overnight, one really was dead. So the other two came in, and this afternoon I took them to a rehab facility, feeling all pleased with myself--despite an attack of angina that caused me to stop paying attention to the speedometer for a moment or two.
When I looked in the mirror, flashing lights greeted me, and I pulled over to find out I'd been driving 42 in a 30 zone. I didn't have the wits to say, "Sorry, Officer, just having a touch of angina"--so I got my first ticket. In my life. I'm 61 years old and have been driving for 40 of 'em. Damn.
Then I came home and found one more dead baby possum. I hope that's the last, because that's the third bad thing, and I was raised in China--so maybe I've got some good karma going into next week.
It's nice to have a place to vent. I'm ok now. Ready for a peaceful weekend!