TheBanyanTree: The Day in Review

[Monique Young]

I just kidnapped my dog. Stole her right out from under Stew’s eyes.

Technically that’s a lie, since he’s not at home right now. But I did kidnap
her. Left him a note that said, “If you want to see your little dog again,
bring $5 to FF-201. Do not tell anyone about this, and come alone.” That
counts as a dognapping, right?

I was going to leave her there – that was the original plan, since I’ll be
away this evening. I do so try to make sure she’s not alone when I’m away.
But he’s not home, I am, (though working instead of dognapping might be a
better use of my time) and I have a deck she likes to lounge on. Can’t
hardly get her inside some nights. Two a.m., and I’m at the door saying,
“Honey, you have to come in. Really. No, you can’t stay out all night . . .
“ She’s a house dog but is having a bit of a problem with that concept. Can’
t say I blame her. So I figured I’d dognap her, let her hang out with me for
a few hours, and Stew can come pay the ransom and take her back. So I can
get her back tomorrow . . .

What? Five dollars doesn’t seem like much ransom? It’s not that I don’t
think she’s worth a bundle, but he doesn’t have a bundle. I was figuring out
today what it costs him just to stay reasonably sane. Three to four hundred
a month for meds, three hundred a month for therapy, and almost three
hundred for . . . health insurance. Which doesn’t cover either of the first
two. Yes, it’s bad health insurance, and it’s being cancelled as soon as the
rep deigns to return our calls or email. Then perhaps we can get him
something that’s more useful. The insurance does cover scrips with their
special mail-in three-month supply program – and then we realized, when the
first order went in, that the co-pay is about 125%. That’s right – we can
buy scrips for retail cheaper than what the insurance company was charging.

Anyway, back to my story. My dog isn’t exactly spoiled.

Okay, once again you caught me in a lie. Orvis says I’m a fibber, and when I
complained to Stew about that he said, “But you are a fibber.” Well. See
what my guys think of me?

My dog has two homes. Mostly she lives with me, since I’m the one who still
owes on her dog deposit. I wondered why I had to pay that, and not the dog,
but apparently it’s my responsibility and she’s not coughing up any cash.
Stew helped with it a little. After all, she visits him frequently. And he
visits her. Anyway, she has her regular home (mine), and her vacation home
(his). At his house she gets pizza and cool stuff like that.

At my house she gets . . . pizza and cool stuff like that.

Okay, so she’s a bit spoiled. But the poor thing is recovering from a nasty
and somewhat expensive bladder infection, so we figure she deserves a little
spoiling.

That’s the dog part. Other than taking liberties with my garbage (which
occurs when I’m in the shower usually, since she figures I can’t hear the
rustling as she roots through the trash if the water’s running), she’s been
just the perfect pet.

Then there’s the zoo issue. I don’t know what it is about the zoo. Orvis
just bought himself a cool digital camera. Very cool. Then he said we can go
to the zoo and take pictures.

Stew bought himself a cool digital camera a while back. And this morning he
said he wants to go to the zoo.

I was feeling rather sleepy at the time, and not quite up to accompanying
either of them to the zoo right that minute, so I suggested to Stew that
they go together while I stay home and nap.

My suggestion was rebuffed.

Go figure. Try to do a little matchmaking . . .

Not that they don’t like each other. They once accidentally ran into each
other.

Orvis recently gave Stew a Sony PlayStation and some games.

Stew is helping me paint Orvis’s old house and clean it, for which Stew is
being paid.

They’re each concerned that the other might be causing me too much stress.

And they don’t really seem interested in spending any time with each other,
even though in some things they’re so much alike it frightens me.

And then I realize that at least, while Stew is conservative, Orvis is at
the opposite end of the spectrum, so I’m reassured.

The two of them are closer in age than either are to me.

So the zoo issue will have to wait a couple of weeks, at which time I’m sure
I’ll be going to the zoo with someone. Not next weekend, because I have
plans. Not this weekend, the holiday weekend, because I have to, uhm, work.
(Perhaps I should consider starting that now?)

The weather is lovely here. Warm. The outdoor pool opens today, and the
staff is serving pizza by it. (Hopefully not in it.) In an hour or so. But I
probably won’t go – I do need to wander over there and pay my rent (it’s
late, yes, had a little cash flow problem), but they probably don’t get the
kind of pizza I like.

Anyway, since Orvis wants me to come visit him tonight in his new digs, I’ll
be getting pizza then. If he were coming here, I’d probably make asparagus
and pasta with alfredo sauce, but Orvis’s cooking skills aren’t quite as
advanced as mine. I make alfredo sauce out of the plastic container, so
Honey can help herself to it later when I’m not paying attention and leave
the container in my living room. I ask her why she can’t put it back in the
trash, but she doesn’t listen to me very well.

As for Honey, well, Stew has promised her pizza tonight as well.

And now I suppose I really should call some clients and do something
resembling work.


Batman








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