Yesterday morning I went on a trail run with Cherry Berry. Foolishly, I took her off the leash and she ran through the brush, jumped into the river and got stuck on the muddy bank because it was too steep to climb. I had to go after her, and that involved climbing down the five-foot bank, which was covered in spider webs and littered with snake skins – all my favorite things. I waded out into the river, grabbed her and carried the 35-pound wet and wiggly dog up the bank, through the brush where a bee promptly stung me when we reached our original path. A really fun game for Cherry, very annoying for me.
This made me late for my car appointment, so instead of going home to change I went straight to the auto shop for my repair – and I looked awful and smelled like a sewer. Also, I noticed, as I was sitting in the waiting room while people were staring at me, that my arms were starting to itch. And I’m pretty sure by tomorrow I will have poison ivy scattered all over my body.
But I don’t care about any of that because I am still elated that Obama will be president in a few short months. For the first time in a long time, I will be proud to be an American, because soon the leader of our country will not be Asshole of the Universe George W. Bush, but a leader who acts with morals and responsibility, a leader who understands what is needed to repair and unify the people of our country. There is no instant fix, the task ahead is brutal, and it’s going to take a long time, and I’m willing to do my part – but I believe the entire world can now breathe a little hope. And I’m so happy I still keep crying.
Okay, I’m done now. We won. Now I’m going to go hide before the rest of Texas can beat me up.
It’s such a busy month. We celebrate Michael, Kenza and Donkey’s birthdays and Mother’s Day all just a few days apart. Michael got a lovely leather bracelet, and Donkey got a lovely hat, which he doesn’t think is so lovely.
And on Monday Cherry Berry had surgery to repair her severely luxating patella. It was a lengthy and painful 3.5-hour surgery and she really isn’t acting like she had surgery at all – which is bad – because having an active, 3-legged dog with a giant cone on its head herding you is a little annoying and really, really not so good for the furniture.
To add to the loving chaos my parents will be in town this weekend for Kenza’s birthday party. A birthday swim party, complete with eleven eleven-year-old girls. I can’t believe my baby turns 11 on Friday. ELEVEN. This past year she’s grown more than any year I can remember. She’s just as tall (or short) as I am and she has already surpassed my shoe size and is able text message faster than you can blink an eye. She’s very proud of her texting skills, especially since Mom stinks at texting.
Mom also stinks at running. Last week I had a good week of very slow wogging on the Sunshine PIMP. But this week isn’t so sunshiny. The ankle is mostly better, but now I have a very mysterious pain in the bottom of my left foot beneath my fourth toe. It was really bad this morning and I had to only walk on my heel for a good ten minutes or so. I’m not sure what it is but it comes and goes and is making me insane. And all this birthday cake is making for a FAT Runner Susan. Woe is the Runner Susan. Woe.