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16 June 2008 @ 09:52 am
 
skip=140 this morning - you guys were prolific over the weekend!

So, news in Rhien's world:

~ Saturday, I drove the husband to the airport, and he went winging off to Japan. (For those new to this journal, he goes every year.) He'll be gone for over two weeks, always a lonely time for me. However, this time I have so much planned I'm not sure I'll have time to be lonely. Zoey, our beloved Husky/Lab mix, absolutely hates it when Dad is gone. She knows by now what the luggage means when he pulls it out, and gets depressed and despondent. Well, this year, we can add "anxiety attack" and "makes herself sick" to that! Yes, Saturday she threw up more times than I can really count. By Saturday night, she was down to "tired/depressed". As a result of this, I took her with me everywhere I went this weekend, in an effort to reassure her. Well, one of those places was the fabric store, where I met my friend L. When we walked back out to the cars, she stopped to say hello to Zoey. This is how this went:

L and I come over to car, window is cracked, Zoey is by it, sniffing at window. We both talk to her, I reach my hand in to pet her. Zoey immediately moves to the other side of the car and refuses to come when I call her.

"Wow, she's acting weird," I say. Then L and I stand there and talk for a minute. Zoey comes back over, sniffs at the open window, tail wagging. I am closest, so I turn around and reach in to pet her. She once again moves to the other side of the car, and won't come back. This happens at least once more. Lanette looks in at her, and bursts out laughing.

"Wow," she says, "she is really mad at you!"

I am mystified. I'm the one who stayed home with her, after all.

"She knows Mark is gone," says L, " and somehow it is all your fault.

I think she may be right. My dog blames me because 'her person' is not here, and I am. *sigh*

~ I came into work today and found out I have the entire office to myself all week. Nice! Very quiet, should be good for writing. For those newer readers - my job is very much "look busy so we don't have to worry about what to do with you, and be ready whenever we do have something for you." Under normal circumstances, this would be the most boring job in all the world. But as a writer, this gives me time to write when I normally wouldn't, which also has the added bonus of making me look always busy at my desk. Win/win. :-D We do, however, usually get a lot of traffic in and out and through our office, and I am usually the one answering questions, finding out where the requisite people are, etc. With my co-worker out on vacation, this traffic becomes minimal and makes for much better, uninterrupted writing time.

~ I am becoming increasingly concerned about where things are going with these insane gas prices. I don't think we've seen food skyrocket yet like it's going to. As gas becomes more expensive, it effects everything, not just our personal traveling around. For example, probably 90% of our food gets trucked around the nation, and a lot of those trucking companies are going out of business. It's getting more expensive to get food places. Not to mention, all of the big machines that harvest crops? Run on gas. I'm just...we keep hearing about this big recession looming, and I am becoming more and more afraid that we're headed for something that will rival, or even exceed, the Great Depression.

What a great note to end this morning's post on, right? Yeah, sorry. Random depressing thought for the day.
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The Proverbial Bull in a China Shop...: Spotssabaceanbabe on June 16th, 2008 05:06 pm (UTC)
Spots gets really unhappy when my husband leaves for training, too, but it manifests itself more by clinging to me than anything else. It's like I have a small dog attached to me -- makes it hard to walk sometimes.

As for trucking food around the country, here's hoping that people remember that we do have a pretty decent freight train system. They could ship a heck of a lot of food by train and then use local trucking to get the food to the specific stores and such.
rhienellethrhienelleth on June 16th, 2008 05:10 pm (UTC)
We've had four local trucking companies go out of business in the last year. *sighs*

Usually Zoey clings to me, too. I'm not sure why this year is different.
"Connoisseurs of Difficulty"kistha on June 16th, 2008 06:32 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I'm very worried about where we're going too.

Sorry Zoey has decided that you're the one who's to blame.

And, can't wait to see you!
Fatemafatema on June 16th, 2008 07:56 pm (UTC)
You know, I've never really had a pet. We had a rabbit once and we sold it to a friend of mine because my dad was sick of us not taking proper care of it (my brother and I were ten/eleven respectively). I've had a wide variety of fish, but they don't really count and they died, too (one, very unfortunately due to crazy summer heat and a room with no ventilation and lots of sunlight that resulted in it boiling inside it's tank). Um, this is reply is getting weird, I'm sure. My whole point is that I find it fascinating to hear stories about people's pets, especially dogs. Muslim/Bengali people are totally against dogs; religiously speaking we're not allowed to keep them, but I really like them. And your dog sounds so sweet! It really is amazing how much she loves you guys and how much she feels and how evident it is. I probably sound stupid, so I'll just stop talking now.

As for the rising gas prices, I share the same fear. Very, very scary.