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Apr

10

Hurting the ones we love

April 10, 2007

Diapers, wipes, coffee creamer, Kleenex, salsa, cooked shrimp, frozen macaroni and cheese, cottage cheese, pasta, yogurt, milk, chicken breasts, canned beans, salad greens, cauliflower, broccoli, grapes, cucumbers, canned soup, tampons (sigh), apples, laundry detergent, gum. What do you guess my grocery bill came to today?

If you said $159.01, you win a Kewpie doll (not that you wanted one, because holy jesus, this thing is clearly going devour your face in the dead of night). $160 for four bags of groceries! When did life get so expensive?

I wouldn’t feel so bad about that pricetag, except I have no doubt I’ll be back at the store in a day or two, picking up a few things I forgot (I already thought of three: razors, paper toweling, and mushrooms). I don’t even want to know what our totaled monthly grocery bill is.

Dog has had this weird eye-wart thing for a while now, and it’s been getting bigger. We asked her vet about it, and they recommended having it removed surgically, to the tune of a few hundred dollars. I started to balk about the price, then thought, do I second-guess buying the more expensive bagged salad? No. Well, then I’d by-god better pony up for poor Dog, who does nothing but love us and doesn’t even wilt and liquify in the crisper drawer.

She had the surgery on Monday and now she’s totally pitiful, with a painful-looking area above her left eye and some medication that makes her act creaky and old. She’s been doing a lot of whimpering since we brought her home. I feel terrible for having done this to her, and I feel equally bad for hesitating to pay to have this done to her.

Apr

9

Pictorial update

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April 9, 2007

Between yesterday’s endless drive home from Oregon and today’s all-day meeting at Workplace (with, if you’ll pardon the random geeky name dropping, Merlin of 43Folders.com, who after being trapped in a room all day together I’m afraid may now consider me about on par with a yapping Pomeranian in terms of overall usefulness. I will attempt to win him over tomorrow by spinning in manaical circles, barking at his pantleg, and crapping all over the floor) my brain feels battered and toasted, with a gooey center.

Mmmmm, neural Twinkie.

Anyway, in lieu of words, let me subject you to a boring slideshow from the weekend. OH YOU ARE WELCOME.

The Umpqua River, from JB’s family cabin.