Signs of autumn ascending
Oct. 15th, 2007 10:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
constanceOn Saturday, I: went on a two-mile walk with a 65-pound dog who acted as a resistance weight, in shoes that seem like they ought to be good walking shoes but really, really aren't.
On Sunday, I: worked out in the yard for half the day, mowing, trimming, edging, sweeping, raking, and bagging.
Today, I: almost couldn't walk when I got out of bed, on account of all the sore muscles and blisters. On the other hand, I do feel all virtuous and smug, so I guess that's something.
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I never did tell you what happened with Miss B, did I? I meant to, but I didn't know quite what to say about it, or how I felt about what's happened. Which was this: after I set things in motion with the council on aging by sending them out to her in the hospital, I didn't hear anything else. I tried several times to call Miss B, but she has a pay-as-you-go cell phone which she leaves off most of the time, and she hasn't returned any of my calls, which I expect means that she does indeed resent my interference enough to cut me off. And the council on aging has to respect her privacy, so they can't give me any information about where she is, although they assure me that she is at least not homeless. And Sweetie was picked up by the breeders who sold her to Miss B, and a couple of weeks ago, I got home to find that Miss B's house had been cleaned, I don't know at whose behest or where everything went.
And now Miss B's house is clean, which is frankly kind of a relief, and I guess Miss B has moved on, though whether on her own or with some kind of assistance, again, I don't know and might never find out. It kind of kills me that I'll probably never learn how this all played out, but I wish her the best, and I hope she forgives me one day. For the record, I only stepped in because I was worried.
Maybe in a few years, I'll adopt a sun conure. I really did like Sweetie an awful lot.
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Norman has been provided for, too. One of their neighbors, who'd been very supportive throughout Ms. D's illness, offered to take Normie in, temporarily or permanently, whichever D's husband preferred, and so Normie's living with her now, and that's for the best, I think, because Normie knows the neighbor much better than he knows me, and also because down the street is much closer than 500 miles away, if you change your mind about giving your dog away.
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I don't think I've mentioned this, but another of the things I managed to get involved in over my crazy-bad summer was a very nasty custody battle between different neighbors, nasty enough to encompass abduction and court orders and restraining orders. I ended up writing out an affidavit and being deposed on behalf of the mother -- I had a friendly, neighborly sort of acquaintance with her and the baby -- and I'm happy to report that she recently was awarded custody.
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And that, said John, is that. It seems strange, after all that upheaval, that these things are more or less resolved now (at least as far as I can be involved in them). But I feel better for it. I hope everyone else does, too.
On Sunday, I: worked out in the yard for half the day, mowing, trimming, edging, sweeping, raking, and bagging.
Today, I: almost couldn't walk when I got out of bed, on account of all the sore muscles and blisters. On the other hand, I do feel all virtuous and smug, so I guess that's something.
:::
I never did tell you what happened with Miss B, did I? I meant to, but I didn't know quite what to say about it, or how I felt about what's happened. Which was this: after I set things in motion with the council on aging by sending them out to her in the hospital, I didn't hear anything else. I tried several times to call Miss B, but she has a pay-as-you-go cell phone which she leaves off most of the time, and she hasn't returned any of my calls, which I expect means that she does indeed resent my interference enough to cut me off. And the council on aging has to respect her privacy, so they can't give me any information about where she is, although they assure me that she is at least not homeless. And Sweetie was picked up by the breeders who sold her to Miss B, and a couple of weeks ago, I got home to find that Miss B's house had been cleaned, I don't know at whose behest or where everything went.
And now Miss B's house is clean, which is frankly kind of a relief, and I guess Miss B has moved on, though whether on her own or with some kind of assistance, again, I don't know and might never find out. It kind of kills me that I'll probably never learn how this all played out, but I wish her the best, and I hope she forgives me one day. For the record, I only stepped in because I was worried.
Maybe in a few years, I'll adopt a sun conure. I really did like Sweetie an awful lot.
:::
Norman has been provided for, too. One of their neighbors, who'd been very supportive throughout Ms. D's illness, offered to take Normie in, temporarily or permanently, whichever D's husband preferred, and so Normie's living with her now, and that's for the best, I think, because Normie knows the neighbor much better than he knows me, and also because down the street is much closer than 500 miles away, if you change your mind about giving your dog away.
:::
I don't think I've mentioned this, but another of the things I managed to get involved in over my crazy-bad summer was a very nasty custody battle between different neighbors, nasty enough to encompass abduction and court orders and restraining orders. I ended up writing out an affidavit and being deposed on behalf of the mother -- I had a friendly, neighborly sort of acquaintance with her and the baby -- and I'm happy to report that she recently was awarded custody.
:::
And that, said John, is that. It seems strange, after all that upheaval, that these things are more or less resolved now (at least as far as I can be involved in them). But I feel better for it. I hope everyone else does, too.
