Cooper is doing really well considering it's been two weeks since the stroke and our "let's give him a few days home with the family before we say goodbye". He's on pain meds at night and is sleeping well and eating somewhat normally. I was told that post-strokes dogs can have a second wind and this seems to be what's happening.
He made the trip down to San Diego and back with us with zero problems and I'm hoping he can live comfortably with us for twelve more years. (Four years ago he was given six months to live and made it well past then so I'm starting to think he might seriously live until he's 80, the dog who cried woof.)
Cooper hasn't been able to go down stairs in months and last night he went down the three steps in the living room to lie down next to me on the floor. I have no idea what that means but slow and steady wins the race, you know? We'll see.
I didn't go to college so I don't know if that's what happens with college friends as well but it's a pretty spectacular feeling to meet up with best friends from childhood + all their children and holy whoa we made a lot of children, guys.
my 20-years-of-friendship friend, Meredith (who now has three boys! see above photo they all look exactly like her) and we all danced and drank wine and remembered things and cried and felt each other up and oh life, you wonderful bastahd.
Our garden is nothing compared to Nana's but last week Fable and I transferred some of the plants we had growing in the window of the kitchen and even though we broke them all in half trying to get them the hell out of their little plastic pots, we sort of managed to get them down in the soil. Partially. My thumb is far from green but it's getting closer to yellow these days thanks to Fable who is her great grandmother's great granddaughter and is, like, "mom. Let me handle this. I have it under control."When I was sixteen and railing against the man/fast food restaurants I had an idea I believed would save the world or at the very least bankrupt fast food chains like McDonalds. I would walk into local fast food chains, order a dozen waters and grab a handful of napkins and condiments as I left without paying a dime. "If everyone did this..." I thought. IF EVERYONE STOLE NAPKINS FROM FAST FOOD CHAINS COME ON, GUYS!
I had forgotten all about those days until I found a sealed subscription envelope on the kitchen table, empty, postage billed to addressee.
And when I handed the envelope to him and asked "what are you doing?" I wasn't really asking.
"Just, you know, mailing stuff no postage necessary if mailed in the United States."
And even though the babies were totally watching, and it was only a postage stamp's worth of revenge, I pushed him up against the wall and kissed the shit out of his face.