"It was imprudent of us, in the first place, to become authors. We could have become something regular, but we managed not to.
We were lucky, but we were also determined." Roy Blount Jr

"I don’t change the facts to enhance the drama. I think of it the other way round, the drama has got to fit the facts,
and it’s your job as a writer to find the shape in real life."
Hilary Mantel

Friday, March 02, 2007

The Lows and Highs of Winter Break

We now return to our regularly scheduled programming....

Day 6: Wednesday (The Low)

  • busy in the morning with busy work
  • ate mini-bagel for lunch
  • started to get ready for my afternoon hairdresser appointment
  • noticed Ruth limping
  • realised something was wrong with her rear left leg
  • thought her tummy looked bloated
  • felt concerned
  • panicked when her back end became immobile and she couldn't get up and down the stairs without being carried
  • phoned the vet, got immediate appointment
  • cancelled date with hairdresser
  • drove to vet
  • watched Ruth be all happy and excited to go somewhere
  • wondered why she wasn't limping anymore
  • took her into exam room
  • emerged from exam room having found out she'd strained a muscle in her back leg (probably leaping those snowdrifts up at the cottage) and also that she has an internal parasite
  • came home with drugs to kill the parasite we wouldn't have discovered if she hadn't pulled a leg muscle
  • watched American Idol alone because the Chap had a Planning Board Meeting
  • wanted the incredible Melinda Doolittle to be my own personal singer, living with me and following me around everywhere and singing all the time

    Day 7: Thursday (The Highest High)

  • spent morning on busy work
  • watched Ruth romping with Lola and chasing her red ball and feeling perfectly all right
  • re-scheduled hair appointment
  • spent afternoon prepping and primping for our Big Night Out
  • welcomed the Chap when he came home early
  • drove to friends' house in next town, hung out with their daughters and dogs till it was time for to leave for Portsmouth
  • went to Jumpin' Jay's Fish CafĂ©, a fantastic restaurant
  • ate calamari, salad and monkfish with vegetables, in that order
  • walked to the Music Hall for....
  • the Marc Cohn concert
  • marvelled that the Chap scored the best two seats of the house--4th row, center--for a Thurs. concert at practically the last minute, i.e. Tuesday night.
  • thoroughly enjoyed the opening act, Kristina Beaty, a very talented singer and fiddler from Savannah. (Watch out, Norah Jones....)
  • was bowled over by Marc Cohn's voice, humour, guitar and piano playing, interaction with the audience. (He took requests!)
  • was thankful he seemed completely okay after the terrible shooting incident. More about it here.
  • got a bit teary when Marc played "Walking in Memphis." Because everybody who's spent time in the South has encountered at least one Muriel and probably more. Usually she's black, but not always.
  • melted at every note guitar player Shane Fontaine played. (Extremely Knopfler-esque.) This guy is awesome, and he's worked with pretty much everybody--Sting, Bruce, Maria McKee/Lone Justice....
  • met Kristina Beaty on her way out, got up close and personal, behaved like a giddy fangirl, chatted about Savannah, Springtime in the South vs. Springtime in New England (flowers vs. snow), and the town where I mis-spent my youth (she'd been there)
  • stayed long enough afterwards to watch Marc and Shane sign CD's

    MEP, show the people how much you enjoyed your pre-birthday night on the town!

  • came home to a pair of bouncy dogs who raced around joyfully and played "jump on beds"

    Day 8: Friday

  • woke up to a Snow Day!

  • blogged about Break Days 6,7,8
  • wondered if the Chap, whose office had an early opening, would come home early due to weather
  • realised I have absolutely no idea what we're having for supper
  • checked on Ruth

    Don't bug me, I've got a parasite!

  • went upstairs (accompanied by Ruth) to root through pantry, fridge and freezer for something to cook for our supper
  • watched our snowplow guy doing his thing

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