and I'm sure she's fine but I feel so sorry for her. Her belly is flat-out shaved and she's shaved around one leg where they inserted the IV and she got all her shots and tomorrow I start giving her Toradol for pain. It can't feel good, having your belly opened up and your uterus removed. They also sent me home with an instruction sheet about how to administer a pill to a cat. I'm not sure that Maurice and my relationship can handle this but I'm going to try because I do not want her to be in pain.
Animal Aid is an interesting place and it struck me so hard at how much people love their pets, writing checks for two hundred, three hundred dollars, people who don't look like they'd have that much to spare but they do it. One hipstery looking guy was waiting for his dog and when they brought her out, he was so happy to see her. He knelt down on the floor and hugged her and called her by name and it was a sincere and real thing to see. I admire so much the people who work there. I can't imagine they're making any money at all and they have to put up with everything up to and including dog bites which I heard happened this morning to one of the employees. And yet, they are cheerful, patient, and kind.
Compassionate, I would actually say.
I noticed that there were vases and vases of gorgeous roses all over the desk. Pink roses, scarlet roses, orange roses.
"Who gets all these beautiful roses?" I asked.
"One of our employees has a sister who owns a flower shop and she sends them over," a lady told me.
So. The fragrance of Animal Aid is bleach and roses and dog and cat.
Yeah. I've smelled a lot worse.
It's been a full, long day. Two trips to town, a little boy-sitting which involved (oh god) Candy Land and some other game and alphabet and number foam puzzle pieces and a book and a lesson in how to use the remote (from Owen) and basketball.
Gibson didn't want his picture taken. I complied. He's cute. Take my word for it.
We went to the Costco when Lily got back home and the sampling was sorely lacking.
2. Caramel and cheese popcorn
3. A sort of super foods trail mix with dried soybeans and some other stuff, all infused with the formerly currently-trendy pomegranate juice.
4. Protein bars.
Excuse me? Where were the damn Angus cheeseburgers? The dolmas? The cheese and crackers? The bagel pizzas? Huh? Huh?!
Ah well. All the better for me. I'm having a hard time readjusting to eating All Healthy And Shit after two weeks of eating things like eggs almost every morning, cheese, Chuleta Yucateca, guacamole, and fried chips with every meal. I never gain weight in Cozumel and I'm sure it's due to the vast array of peppers I consume which rush every bit of nutrient through me with the speed of light. It's AWESOME! Just bring me some sort of peppers or sauce with peppers in it and warn me that it's hot and I'm all over it. "Oh yeah, you don't think a gringa can handle this? Just watch me!" and I go for the endorphin rush and well, sometimes it's actually worth it and sometimes it's not but it always contributes to the fact that I don't gain weight there and in my opinion, it's all a win-win situation.
The restaurant at the Blue Angel served a sauce I'd never had before which was called Macha Sauce. I've looked it up on the Internet (of course) and here's a link to one recipe. You could make it with a milder pepper if you wanted and that would be fine or you can just go for the damn burn, put it on everything you eat and call it the Senora Luna Diet. Yes. You will be visiting the bathroom. Read a magazine. Enjoy the burn.
Well, that's about as crude as this Southern lady cares to get. Mr. Moon is out of town and I am going to cook a little piece of salmon and eat leftover rice and broccoli and squash with it. If Maurice ever wakes up enough to want to eat, I have last night's chicken and some (oh God, I can't believe this) Paul Newman organic canned cat food which cost as much per ounce as the Wild Albacore tuna I bought at the Costco for human consumption. She's supposed to stay clean, quiet, and dry and no, she does not have a cone but Animal Aid provides you with an instruction sheet on how to make one if needed. It has rained in Lloyd and it smells very good here and the chickens are fussing themselves to roost.
I sort of miss my husband. Okay, I DO miss my husband. But it's okay and it's fine and I am just most grateful that after thirty years together, I do miss him when he's gone. After all the trips we've taken to Cozumel I can say that there is at least one common thread about our visits and that is that every time we go, we come home more in love with each other.
Worth the price and more.
You are welcome for the dietary and marital advice.