In ancient times....

I found this in an Introductory Psychology text. For anyone who can't make out the words, the caption starts out, "In ancient times, people actually had to write or type their first, second, and sometimes third drafts on real paper."

Shouldn't there be some sort of indication that "this is hyperbole"? Even quotation marks around the word "ancient" would have helped. :p

Piggly Wiggly

That's actually this dog's name. I stopped by a local shelter and walked a couple dogs who really seemed to need it. Dogs really appreciate it when you do stuff for them, I've noticed.

Morning walk

Follow-up testing

I'll admit to being a little anxious about the endoscopy today, but figured that in the grand scheme of things, it had to be less traumatic than my time in this hospital last month. For one thing, this time,  I only had to fast from midnight until the time of the procedure. Although, it seemed a little insensitive for the waiting room to have a sign on the refrigerator telling family member to help themselves to complimentary refreshments, but reminding patients: NO FOOD FOR YOU!

And right after I notice that, I heard a voice from the hallway inviting family member to come and get some coffee, tea, or hot chocolate--but of course patients awaiting an endoscopy could not have any. Really, couldn't you have found some way to discreetly make the family members aware of this, without reminding me of how hungry I was. In the grand scheme of things hot a huge thing, but I did have a bit of a rumbly in my tumbly and could have done without any additional reminders of how much I really would like to eat something.


The procedure today wasn't all that bad, and it's nice to know that my stomach and esophagus have healed.

Whew!

Brady gave us a major scare yesterday. I know that he's unsteady on his feet, and has a hard time "taking care of business" outside on his own. So I walked him on the leash several times throughout the day, being careful to not hurry him or do anything that would make him fall down.

But then, when it was time for us to watch something together as a family in the evening, I left him out in the yard for like an hour.

I now know that, apparently, Brady cannot be left unsupervised for that long. because when I went to let him in, I found him lying on the ground, with his front leg stuck in the gate (in the area I've got circled, you can see a bit of his fur there.)

The ground was wet and covered with mucky leaves. Apparently Brady was lying down, tried to get up, and his leg went through an opening in the fence. He struggled to get it out, but couldn't. He obviously thrashed on the ground a bit trying to free himself, because when I went outside, what I found was a very wet, dirty, bedraggled collie.

I had to carry him into the house, and was really concerned that the leg might be broken. We laid him on the kitchen floor and Demetrius brought me some soapy water so that I could start to clean him off.

After working at it for a while, and at least getting some of the wet leaves out of his fur, I decided that this was going to take all night unless I got him into the bathtub. I used the sprayer to rinse out a huge amount of muck from his fur.

By the way, Brady freaking hates the bathtub. So, it was at this point that I learned, yes, actually he could stand up--and he wanted out of there NOW.

So I obliged, and cleaned him up just a bit more using some "waterless shampoo and conditioner".

He's doing pretty well today, thank goodness.

Church unity--you're doing it wrong!

I honestly thought I had reached a point in my life where I no longer felt the need to comment on this sort of thing. 

This sort of thing being the little church in Kentucky that has voted to ban interracial couples.  As half of an interracial couple, my reaction to this sort of thing is generally something along the lines of, "You suck. I wouldn't want to hang out with you anyway."

But for some reason, I decided to click through and read the article, and now I feel compelled to comment--because of this:

Melvin Thompson, a minister at the church, explained to the Lexington Herald-Leader that the resolution “is not intended to judge the salvation of anyone, but is intended to promote greater unity among the church body and the community we serve.”

UNITY? That's what this is about? You might want to check your Bible, because, as I recall, God's idea of unity is kinda different from yours.  And another thing--I'm pretty sure God is all about challenging us to do things that take us outside our comfort zones. It's pretty much His modus operandi.

I'm picturing God doing a "facepalm" in reaction to this absurdity.

Playground equipment--or level of hell?

We saw this contraption yesterday in a playground we passed while out for a walk. I was amused. What was it, a Mobius climber? When we passed it again on our way back to the car, I decided I just had to take a picture of it.

Upon closer examination, I noticed that the thing had a sticker on it. It read "Infinity Climbers."

"...and, as your punishment for the many unspeakable acts you have committed (which we will not name, because that would make them "speakable"), you are hereby condemned to spend all eternity climbing on this...um...whatever this thing is!"

Sounds ominous...

So, I saw this sign at a local park today, and it caught my attention. True, every park I've ever visited has had some sign near the entrance, notifying visitors that the park is only open during daylight hours.


But I'd never seen this particular turn of a phrase before--the park is closed during hours of darkness. That just sounds spooky. No problem--I'll make sure I'm far away from your park when the Hours of Darkness come. Wouldn't want to take a chance of running into Voldemort...