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| Sophie is home and seems glad to be here, but she's not a happy camper yet. |
We
brought Sophie home this afternoon. She is not exactly jumping hoops, but I
didn’t expect her to. If you’ve ever been in the hospital, you know how
exhausted you feel when you get home. The doctor warned us she would feel that
way. He also told me that Sophie would be mad at me, for leaving her at the vet’s.
Both things, he says, will take a day or so to get over. He is most interested
in her eating, but tonight she is refusing food although she did take a treat
from me after she went outside and pooped and peed (yay, Sophie!). She has also
been slowly warming toward me, coming to me for petting and loving. I think she
needs to get over her exhaustion before we worry a lot about the food. When
Jean came in tonight, Soph got up and walked over to see who had come in—it wasn’t
her usual tearing through the cottage to get to the door first, but it was a
step in the right direction. And she was delighted to see Jacob, went right to
him for petting. I think we have to take slow baby steps.Today
is Jean’s birthday, and I spent most of the morning cooking her a birthday
dinner—eggplant sauteed with tomatoes and served over polenta, along with a
green salad. I also made a goat cheese baked dip for an appetizer, and we all
ate way too much of that—it is addictively good. Plus I made egg salad for my
lunch. I had contemplated a chocolate pudding cake but thought it was folly to
make for two people. Ended up my morning didn’t have enough time for another
dish anyway. A morning of cooking was good for my soul, and I enjoyed every
minute of it. I think maybe it’s my form of meditation. Stirring and simmering
are slow-motion activities, leaving the mind free to wander.
Jean and her cake
Sophie
sort of stole the show from Jean’s b’day dinner. We were all focused on her
every move, loving on her, trying to get her to eat, tempting her with treats.
Still we had a good visit and laughed a lot. Jean had a good birthday, with
lots of good wishes, flowers and cake from the management at the retirement
community, early morning calls from family across the country. Tonight
Christian brought her a chocolate Bundt cake, so I think she felt well
celebrated.
I had
an email from a friend in Canada today, asking if I shopped with Amazon. I
thought it a strange request but couldn’t see any harm in telling her that yes,
I do. When she wrote back that she was trying to send an e-gift but Amazon
could not process her card and could I place the order, my antenna went up. Since
my connection to her is really through her daughter, I suggested she contact
her daughter or call Amazon directly. She wrote back one more time, sounding
more desperate to get this to a friend’s daughter who is battling cancer and whose
birthday was today and she was expecting the gift. By then I said just plain “Sorry,
no” and forwarded the mail to my friend’s daughter (the tale gets tangled with
friends and daughters). Sue wrote me to say her mom had definitely been hacked—they
had just talked. So this is a warning, friends—that’s a new scam that’s out
there.
Christian
says if you check the originating email, the spelling is usually one letter off—my
Canadian friend is Cathy, but in the email it was caathy. Also the English
phrasing is just a bit awkward. He read an article or saw something on TV that
indicates there are office buildings in several countries with three or four
floors of people who are part of organized scams. That’s the job they are hired
for—to scam people nine to five every day. Appalling! We can’t be too careful.
Here's
a prayer that Soph and I both have a restful night, and that she wakes in the
night and eats her dinner.
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