Daily Life
Sep. 27th, 2016 01:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stormdogAfter my recent complaints about Facebook and how much better LJ is, I feel a bit about having been a little inactive here. Sometimes my brain does not cooperate when I want to write things; especially when I want to say something interesting back to someone who has written something interesting, and I think I'll do it later when I'm feeling a bit more writing-focused energy, and that doesn't quite happen. Sorry about that.
Anyway, Danae and I went to the shelter yesterday to see if there was a different dog who might benefit from fostering out of the shelter. We sat in a room with Piper, a small diabetic dog who was just skin and bones. I'd never felt a dog who was so thin! He needs insulin injections and to eat specific amounts at specific times, which is hard in the shelter environment. I decided that I was up to helping with him; I've house sat for a diabetic cat once who needed injections and it wasn't bad. But then we found out that another person had already said zie was going to foster Piper, and the staff member who was with us didn't know yet. They were super busy that day! At least I hadn't gotten quite as attached to the idea of having Piper around as I had about Emmy. If a dog comes in to the shelter who seems to be a good match for us, they'll let us know. In the meantime, I'll keep coming on Thursday and doing my volunteer work, where I get to be with the dogs who are too big for our condo regulations to allow. Yay dogs!
The toilet is leaking a small amount of water when it flushes, probably from the wax seal under it. This was fixed a year ago, but has recurred. Looking online, I think it may have to do with new tile being put over the old tile, leading to the floor being too high, necessitating the raising of the soil pipe flange. The plumber is coming on Friday.
I was freaking out about $90 in NSF fees that I was charged by my bank. It was partly due to me not tracking money as closely as I ought to (that's really not like me; usually keeping close tabs on my financial situation is a way of exerting control over my life that reduces anxiety, but I've been anxious and depressed enough that even doing certain things that reduce anxiety and depression seem to take too much effort), and partly because a deposit I made was posted to the wrong account (also my fault and even more frustrating 'cause there was money in there!) I called the bank and asked if they could waive that last fee, and they were nice enough to credit me the whole $90. Amazing how much better that makes me feel.
While I was out with friends over the weekend, Erik mentioned that one of the photographers where he works left, and that he could get me a job doing what he does (traveling to hospitals to photograph new babies). I'm considering the idea. Having an income would reduce stress for me. I'm also seriously thinking about starting to sell plasma again. I did that for a while in Kenosha and it really wasn't bad. Then, I generally read for school. Now, I'd just bring an audio book, close my eyes, and listen for an hour while they do the plasmapheresis. It sounds relaxing, actually.
I feel like I had more to say. Maybe it will come to me later.
Anyway, Danae and I went to the shelter yesterday to see if there was a different dog who might benefit from fostering out of the shelter. We sat in a room with Piper, a small diabetic dog who was just skin and bones. I'd never felt a dog who was so thin! He needs insulin injections and to eat specific amounts at specific times, which is hard in the shelter environment. I decided that I was up to helping with him; I've house sat for a diabetic cat once who needed injections and it wasn't bad. But then we found out that another person had already said zie was going to foster Piper, and the staff member who was with us didn't know yet. They were super busy that day! At least I hadn't gotten quite as attached to the idea of having Piper around as I had about Emmy. If a dog comes in to the shelter who seems to be a good match for us, they'll let us know. In the meantime, I'll keep coming on Thursday and doing my volunteer work, where I get to be with the dogs who are too big for our condo regulations to allow. Yay dogs!
The toilet is leaking a small amount of water when it flushes, probably from the wax seal under it. This was fixed a year ago, but has recurred. Looking online, I think it may have to do with new tile being put over the old tile, leading to the floor being too high, necessitating the raising of the soil pipe flange. The plumber is coming on Friday.
I was freaking out about $90 in NSF fees that I was charged by my bank. It was partly due to me not tracking money as closely as I ought to (that's really not like me; usually keeping close tabs on my financial situation is a way of exerting control over my life that reduces anxiety, but I've been anxious and depressed enough that even doing certain things that reduce anxiety and depression seem to take too much effort), and partly because a deposit I made was posted to the wrong account (also my fault and even more frustrating 'cause there was money in there!) I called the bank and asked if they could waive that last fee, and they were nice enough to credit me the whole $90. Amazing how much better that makes me feel.
While I was out with friends over the weekend, Erik mentioned that one of the photographers where he works left, and that he could get me a job doing what he does (traveling to hospitals to photograph new babies). I'm considering the idea. Having an income would reduce stress for me. I'm also seriously thinking about starting to sell plasma again. I did that for a while in Kenosha and it really wasn't bad. Then, I generally read for school. Now, I'd just bring an audio book, close my eyes, and listen for an hour while they do the plasmapheresis. It sounds relaxing, actually.
I feel like I had more to say. Maybe it will come to me later.
