I was out on my walk by 5:45. I’m going to bed earlier and getting up earlier to avoid being roasted and toasted by the rising Hawaiian sun.
Yvette, who had borrowed by Bissel, bought it up because I wanted to work on my carpet where Elsa had peed. She wished me a good walk. She thought I was just going out.
I washed Elsa. I’m getting better at doing this solo; we’re getting this down to a science. Yvette had given me cotton pads to put in Elsa’s ears to prevent water from getting in them. I had wanted cotton balls, but she only had pads. She said to fold them up and stick them in. Right. One shake of her head, and they flew out. I tried covering her ears with my hand or her ears. Hopefully, this will work.
Dorothy called while I was washing Elsa. I called her back. As usual, we talked somewhat about politics. Things are not good. How sad the world is? Some think it is just this country, but I see the problem as worldwide. I don’t see relief from encroaching tribalism anywhere. I think tribalism would be fantastic if it meant embracing other people as our own, but unfortunately, this means hating the other groups.
I went out to spray weeds in front of the rock wall facing the street and the one down at the bottom of the property. These rock walls are expensive to fix. The weeds get in the cracks and can loosen the stones.
Elsa and I went to the vet. The good news is Elsa loves riding in the car. The bad news is that she prefers sitting on my lap and pushing at my hand to remind me to pet her. I’ve been worried about the darkening spots on her skin.
This is the second time I’ve been to the vet since the shutdown started. On my first visit, they had opened the window by the reception desk and set up a tent in front of it. The office was somewhat higher than I was standing on the ground. I felt like I was ordering a hot dog from a food truck. They had set out benches on the porch area for humans to sit and wait. We had to wait in there until a nurse came out to collect Elsa; she just needed a booster shot.
Now the arrangement was different. The parking spaces were all number. Instructions were posted in front of each spot, telling us to call the front desk and wait in the car until a nurse came to collect our pets. A masked nurse came to the car. I told her about my concern. She took Elsa through the open car window. After a while, the doctor called me. She told me that there were various reasons her skin may be darkening, including sun exposure. Whatever it may be, she will not die from it, which was my primary concern.
The vet also told me that she had an ear infection in her right ear. I suspected something but only been able to treat her left ear before she got away from me. She also told me that one of her molars was coming loose, and she needed her teeth cleaned. They gave me an estimate, $600-$800. Okay. As long as I can afford it, I should have her teeth cleaned while I can. I had a bag of Science Diet, which the doctor prescribed for her skin condition. I bought it from them about a month ago. I wanted to return it. I had switched to Dr. Marty’s. The nurse came out, carrying Elsa, and told me she couldn’t help me with the return. I would have to go to the reception desk to do that and pay for the visit.
Donna, the receptionist, asked me why I wanted to return it. I asked her if I had to tell her to complete the return. She said no, she was just curious. I explained that I had switched to Dr. Marty’s dog food after checking the Science Diet ingredients. The first ingredient was corn starch. Really? Then it went to hydrolyzed chicken. After that, it was one chemical ingredient after another. Also, Elsa hated it and d Dr. Marty’s. I paid the $50 I owed. Donna promised to have the returned food cost credited to my account, and Elsa and I headed home.
I allowed her to walk to the door from the car without a leash. Mike would have had my head for taking such a risk. If a cat came along, she would have taken off, even across the road.
Elijah called as I was leaving the vet. He said I had told B. that I wanted to work with his brother Kingston. Kingston came to me as a non-reader in first grade. I had about three sessions with him, and he took off. His mother, brother, and sister are all working with him. I was impressed with his decoding skills. We worked on a book that was an end-year first-grade book. He is on grade level now. However, he still reads very slowly, word for word. I will work with him on his automatic processing for our next session.
I was planning to do more writing on the article on my reading method. I lay down, read the first page, made a few notes, and went to sleep. When I woke up, Fresh Air was on. Well, I had to listen to that. Again, I put off working on the article.
Tonight’s dinner was canned salmon on a lettuce leaf. I’ve had it before and was looking forward to it. Unfortunately, I didn’t like the brand of salmon I had. I mean, I really didn’t like it. I didn’t like it enough that I’m thinking of giving the remaining cans away and returning another package that I brought.
Tonight, I started watching Netflix’s Unorthodox, which both Dorothy and Damon have recommended. It’s a wonderful drama, but I fear everything that shows any Jew in a negative light as feeding into the growing anti-Semitism. The evangelic church strongly supports Israel. I believe that while they are pro-Zionist, they are also anti-Semitic. Put those two together. As one wise old Jewish woman said to her granddaughter, there is a new wave of anti-Semitism every hundred years. It’s almost unstoppable.
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