During my run this morning, Susan mentioned that I should look at this video. Yup, I cried.
The Party Animal
21 hours ago
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
And it's not 'cause it doesn't look fun...
Visiting the Del Mar Race Track is, for many, a San Diego summer tradition. From what I have heard, a day at the races is an incredibly fun experience. I love spending a few hours at a daytime baseball game, so in my imagination, a trip to the track is slightly classier, faster-paced version of a trip to Petco Park. There are even free concerts on Fridays after the races are finished. However, as you've probably guessed by now, I have never been to a horse race, even though I've lived in San Diego for 10 years now. And I don't think I ever will.
Every summer during the short racing season, I am always saddened by the number of euthanizations that are reported in the local paper. Barbaro and Eight Belles were two high-profile horses who were put down recently following debilitating injuries. At the Del Mar Track this year, 10 horses have been put down after breaking legs during warm-ups or races. Ten horses in just one month. And as I understand it, many still-young race horses are also killed when their careers are in decline and they are no longer fast enough to compete in their field. There's no other way to put it: this really bothers me.
As I said in my animal-related post yesterday, my choices are completely personal and you won't see me joining PETA in picketing the front gates of Del Mar. I wouldn't have a leg to stand on anyway, as I have been to the zoo probably 100 times since I moved here, I practically inhale sushi, and should my doggie ever suffer from a painful terminal illness, I would choose to euthanize her, too.
I believe that those involved in the sport of horse racing love their animals and are distressed when they are hurt. But for now, for me, this sport is just too risky, so until the number of life-ending injuries decreases dramatically, this San Diegan won't be patronizing the race track.
Every summer during the short racing season, I am always saddened by the number of euthanizations that are reported in the local paper. Barbaro and Eight Belles were two high-profile horses who were put down recently following debilitating injuries. At the Del Mar Track this year, 10 horses have been put down after breaking legs during warm-ups or races. Ten horses in just one month. And as I understand it, many still-young race horses are also killed when their careers are in decline and they are no longer fast enough to compete in their field. There's no other way to put it: this really bothers me.
As I said in my animal-related post yesterday, my choices are completely personal and you won't see me joining PETA in picketing the front gates of Del Mar. I wouldn't have a leg to stand on anyway, as I have been to the zoo probably 100 times since I moved here, I practically inhale sushi, and should my doggie ever suffer from a painful terminal illness, I would choose to euthanize her, too.
I believe that those involved in the sport of horse racing love their animals and are distressed when they are hurt. But for now, for me, this sport is just too risky, so until the number of life-ending injuries decreases dramatically, this San Diegan won't be patronizing the race track.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
It's not 'cause I don't like the taste...
When you look up animal rights activism in the dictionary, you are not going to see my picture next to the definition. I believe in respecting the lives of animals as much as possible, but I do, perhaps selfishly, put my own health and well-being above that of my four-legged and feathered friends. For example:
But if animals are going to be raised for human consumption, I don't think it's too much to ask that they have a healthy - if protracted - life. There are a few instances of animal cruelty that I do find disturbing and, should friends seem interested, I request the following:
- I don't eat most meat, but I do eat seafood.
- I eschew leather, unless I'm buying running shoes.
- I eat eggs, but I only buy the organic, cage-free cartons.
- I enjoy the San Diego Zoo, but I'm not a big fan of Sea World.
- And, as I tell anyone who asks, KFC still smells delicious when I drive by.
But if animals are going to be raised for human consumption, I don't think it's too much to ask that they have a healthy - if protracted - life. There are a few instances of animal cruelty that I do find disturbing and, should friends seem interested, I request the following:
- Go for the cage-free or free-range products.
- Please don't order the veal. I'm sure it's delicious, but the life of a veal calf is a sad affair. You can google it if you don't know what I mean.
- Ditto for foie gras. It's pretty nauseating the way it's produced.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Brandy's Birthday
Here is an overdue video of Brandy enjoying her birthday breakfast: a sausage mcmuffin. Brandy turned 9 on August 5.
Eggs first, then meat/cheese/bread all stuck together, then after sniffing around and looking for more potentially hidden protein, she shrugs and eats the other half of the muffin.
Eggs first, then meat/cheese/bread all stuck together, then after sniffing around and looking for more potentially hidden protein, she shrugs and eats the other half of the muffin.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Vet Visit
Neither Brandy or I enjoy trips to the vet.
I took Brandy in today for a routine exam, ahead of her scheduled teeth cleaning next week. The staff is wonderful and the decor is top-notch. It's always nice to catch up with the technicians and Brandy's doctor is a real sweetheart. But these trappings placate neither my dog nor myself.
My aversion to the vet's office is mainly financial. At the absolute minimum, I must spend $50 for an exam, and I usually average $100-$200 per visit depending on the combination of medicines and vaccines my pet requires. Next week's dental work will cost around $500 since it include anesthesia and an IV. Interestingly, I had the head doctor's (and clinic owner's) son in my class years ago. This has never gotten me so much as a single percent discount. And that little boy was a challenge! I don't have pet insurance - I researched it once and the deductibles were so high, it really wasn't worth it in my opinion. Of course, that was before the rattlesnake bite a few years ago - the insurance really would have come in handy then....
But my six-million-dollar dog hates going to the doctor for other, more emotional reasons. As soon as we walk in the door she starts shaking and although she really tries to sit nicely while we're inside, any time I so much as flinch, she lurches toward the door with a hopeful "time to go now?" glance over her shoulder. It's really quite silly for her to be so afraid - everyone in there coos and pets her and treats here like a little baby. But I think her fear stems from a horrifying event she's had to endure three or four separate times in that office: ear flushes.
Brandy is a spaniel, and those big, floppy ears trap moisture and bacteria very effectively. She's quite susceptible to icky ear infections if I don't diligently keep her ears clean and dry. When I bring her in for these infections, the first thing the doctor wants to do is flush the already tender, irritated ear. I'm not sure what flushing entails because they do it in the back, but I imagine they stick some kind of hose or sprayer in her ear and shoot liquid inside to get all the gunk out. Brandy always comes back to me with a wet ear, shaking her head and whining.
So now, I think every time we pull up, Brandy is afraid she's going to get an ear flush. She may be a dog, but she has the memory of an elephant. I like to think Brandy is aware, on some level, that, although the vet is scary (just like I know that, although the vet is expensive), I am protecting her health and well-being as best I can because I have so much love for her.
I took Brandy in today for a routine exam, ahead of her scheduled teeth cleaning next week. The staff is wonderful and the decor is top-notch. It's always nice to catch up with the technicians and Brandy's doctor is a real sweetheart. But these trappings placate neither my dog nor myself.
My aversion to the vet's office is mainly financial. At the absolute minimum, I must spend $50 for an exam, and I usually average $100-$200 per visit depending on the combination of medicines and vaccines my pet requires. Next week's dental work will cost around $500 since it include anesthesia and an IV. Interestingly, I had the head doctor's (and clinic owner's) son in my class years ago. This has never gotten me so much as a single percent discount. And that little boy was a challenge! I don't have pet insurance - I researched it once and the deductibles were so high, it really wasn't worth it in my opinion. Of course, that was before the rattlesnake bite a few years ago - the insurance really would have come in handy then....
But my six-million-dollar dog hates going to the doctor for other, more emotional reasons. As soon as we walk in the door she starts shaking and although she really tries to sit nicely while we're inside, any time I so much as flinch, she lurches toward the door with a hopeful "time to go now?" glance over her shoulder. It's really quite silly for her to be so afraid - everyone in there coos and pets her and treats here like a little baby. But I think her fear stems from a horrifying event she's had to endure three or four separate times in that office: ear flushes.
Brandy is a spaniel, and those big, floppy ears trap moisture and bacteria very effectively. She's quite susceptible to icky ear infections if I don't diligently keep her ears clean and dry. When I bring her in for these infections, the first thing the doctor wants to do is flush the already tender, irritated ear. I'm not sure what flushing entails because they do it in the back, but I imagine they stick some kind of hose or sprayer in her ear and shoot liquid inside to get all the gunk out. Brandy always comes back to me with a wet ear, shaking her head and whining.
So now, I think every time we pull up, Brandy is afraid she's going to get an ear flush. She may be a dog, but she has the memory of an elephant. I like to think Brandy is aware, on some level, that, although the vet is scary (just like I know that, although the vet is expensive), I am protecting her health and well-being as best I can because I have so much love for her.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Research and More Research
Summer quarter is officially over, and I met with my professor today to discuss my research direction for the upcoming year. We had our meeting at the Pannikin coffee shop in Encinitas - I'd never been to this location before. What a cool place! I actually got there about a half-hour early and enjoyed a yummy piece of apple pie. But, back to the point....
My brilliant professor, who has crafted the most incredible summer introductory class, is holding these final individual meetings with everyone in my cohort in order to guide us during the six-week hiatus until we begin our fall classes.
I feel like I've been on Mulholland Drive since June, as I entered this program with a certain direction in mind and have hit curve after curve through encounters with existing research, conversations with classmates, writing assignments, and finally, today's meeting.
I emerged this afternoon with a pretty clear direction in mind: I will be creating a "toolbox" of writing strategies for my students and documenting which strategies my students select. The strategies I'll be presenting to students will be influenced by brain-based teaching, so I'll be using visual tools, graphic organizers, mnemonics, creating schemata, and socially-constructed learning. I'm curious about patterns that may emerge: what works well for English learners, for special education students, for proficient writers afraid to take risks, etc. This feels like a huge undertaking to me! I will be trying lots of new strategies and will have to do a lot of documenting. However, writing is an area I'm passionate about and I know that when all is said and done, I will have real data supporting why I teach the way I do.
My brilliant professor, who has crafted the most incredible summer introductory class, is holding these final individual meetings with everyone in my cohort in order to guide us during the six-week hiatus until we begin our fall classes.
I feel like I've been on Mulholland Drive since June, as I entered this program with a certain direction in mind and have hit curve after curve through encounters with existing research, conversations with classmates, writing assignments, and finally, today's meeting.
I emerged this afternoon with a pretty clear direction in mind: I will be creating a "toolbox" of writing strategies for my students and documenting which strategies my students select. The strategies I'll be presenting to students will be influenced by brain-based teaching, so I'll be using visual tools, graphic organizers, mnemonics, creating schemata, and socially-constructed learning. I'm curious about patterns that may emerge: what works well for English learners, for special education students, for proficient writers afraid to take risks, etc. This feels like a huge undertaking to me! I will be trying lots of new strategies and will have to do a lot of documenting. However, writing is an area I'm passionate about and I know that when all is said and done, I will have real data supporting why I teach the way I do.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Road Trip Part 3
Tuesday, July 21
Brandy went for another early-morning romp in the lake. The ducks were definitely taunting her today, quacking, flying away, then coming back for more quacking. Brandy was in her element chasing them through the water. She had a good ole’ time.
The guys came back from their early morning fishing expedition having caught 5 salmon in the lake! After a late breakfast, we all headed off for Crater Lake, about an hour drive away.
What an incredible sight! I had heard of Crater Lake National Park, but had no idea what I was in for. The brilliant blue lake high up in the mountains is stunning. It turns out that thousands of years ago, one of the volcanoes in the Cascade mountain range erupted here creating the giant crater (actually properly called a caldera), about 4 miles by 5 miles. Over the centuries, the crater filled up with water from accumulated snow melt to create this pristine lake we visited today. The lake is so deep and so clear that most of the colors on the light spectrum are absorbed before the blue is refelected back to the surface. We all commented on how the water is so bright it does not look real. “Looks like it was photoshopped in,” remarked Emmy.
Upon returning to the lodge around 5 or so, it was time to prepare dinner, including the delicious fresh salmon from this morning. And for dessert – maybe the most amazing thing ever created – S’mores with chocolate chip cookies on the outside instead of graham crackers.
Tomorrow morning, I’ll be up early for the third leg of my journey – the drive to San Jose. There is some talk of whether the road will still be closed from the fire I drove through the other day, so I may take a slightly longer alternate route home – east on Highway 58 to Eugene, then 5 south to the bay area. If I go west on 58 and the 97 is closed, I will be re-routed in that direction anyway, which will be a very lengthy detour. I’ll make my final decision in the morning.
Brandy went for another early-morning romp in the lake. The ducks were definitely taunting her today, quacking, flying away, then coming back for more quacking. Brandy was in her element chasing them through the water. She had a good ole’ time.
The guys came back from their early morning fishing expedition having caught 5 salmon in the lake! After a late breakfast, we all headed off for Crater Lake, about an hour drive away.
What an incredible sight! I had heard of Crater Lake National Park, but had no idea what I was in for. The brilliant blue lake high up in the mountains is stunning. It turns out that thousands of years ago, one of the volcanoes in the Cascade mountain range erupted here creating the giant crater (actually properly called a caldera), about 4 miles by 5 miles. Over the centuries, the crater filled up with water from accumulated snow melt to create this pristine lake we visited today. The lake is so deep and so clear that most of the colors on the light spectrum are absorbed before the blue is refelected back to the surface. We all commented on how the water is so bright it does not look real. “Looks like it was photoshopped in,” remarked Emmy.
Upon returning to the lodge around 5 or so, it was time to prepare dinner, including the delicious fresh salmon from this morning. And for dessert – maybe the most amazing thing ever created – S’mores with chocolate chip cookies on the outside instead of graham crackers.Tomorrow morning, I’ll be up early for the third leg of my journey – the drive to San Jose. There is some talk of whether the road will still be closed from the fire I drove through the other day, so I may take a slightly longer alternate route home – east on Highway 58 to Eugene, then 5 south to the bay area. If I go west on 58 and the 97 is closed, I will be re-routed in that direction anyway, which will be a very lengthy detour. I’ll make my final decision in the morning.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Road Trip Part 2
Monday, July 20, 2009
Brandy is lying here beside me at nearly 11 P.M., all tuckered out after a day of excitement. Today, we slept in a little, and I started off the morning by taking Brandy out for a little bit of exercise. I thought I’d throw her toy around a little bit on the dirt, let her get some of her energy out. Well, Brandy had a different idea – she immediately splashed into the lake up to her belly. Even though I threw her little rope toy in a different direction, she kept going back into the water and wading around. So finally, I gave up and just tossed the toy into the lake a few times so she could fetch it and bring it back. I dried Little Miss Soggy with my beach towel before we headed back inside.
I spent the rest of the morning reading one of my textbooks while Brandy relaxed in the sunshine, then went with Sherwin, Emmy, and Eli to nearby Oakridge for lunch. We feasted at A&W – greasy fast food, followed by root beer floats, yum!
Back at the cabin, it was time for an afternoon nap – the best part of being on vacation! Around 4:00, the Cabaels arrived, along with Conrad and Teeza. And all of the food. I’ve never seen so many groceries in my life! I’m only here until Wednesday morning, but I don’t know how the rest of the folks are going to eat even half of this stuff by next weekend!
We put everything away, then the guys went off to rent a pontoon. A sunset fishing cruise was next on the agenda, and this just reaffirmed my belief that there is nothing more peaceful and relaxing than being out on the water.
Jonathan regaled us with his versions of Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face,” and Alicia Keys’ “No One”. Rich caught a little salmon, but threw the undersized fish back after posing for a quick picture. Sadly, the picture was not quick enough, because the poor fish went belly up as soon as it hit the water.
Dinner was followed by a delicious lasagne dinner, Rice Krispy treats, and some relaxation and conversation before crawling off to bed.
I am definitely decompressing in this place, and only wish I didn’t have a homework deadline hanging over my head. Oh well, I guess lots of people end up working on vacation! Tomorrow is my second and last full day in Oregon. The guys are planning to wake up very early for more fishing, and there’s talk of a drive to Crater Lake in the afternoon.
Brandy is lying here beside me at nearly 11 P.M., all tuckered out after a day of excitement. Today, we slept in a little, and I started off the morning by taking Brandy out for a little bit of exercise. I thought I’d throw her toy around a little bit on the dirt, let her get some of her energy out. Well, Brandy had a different idea – she immediately splashed into the lake up to her belly. Even though I threw her little rope toy in a different direction, she kept going back into the water and wading around. So finally, I gave up and just tossed the toy into the lake a few times so she could fetch it and bring it back. I dried Little Miss Soggy with my beach towel before we headed back inside.
I spent the rest of the morning reading one of my textbooks while Brandy relaxed in the sunshine, then went with Sherwin, Emmy, and Eli to nearby Oakridge for lunch. We feasted at A&W – greasy fast food, followed by root beer floats, yum!
Back at the cabin, it was time for an afternoon nap – the best part of being on vacation! Around 4:00, the Cabaels arrived, along with Conrad and Teeza. And all of the food. I’ve never seen so many groceries in my life! I’m only here until Wednesday morning, but I don’t know how the rest of the folks are going to eat even half of this stuff by next weekend!
We put everything away, then the guys went off to rent a pontoon. A sunset fishing cruise was next on the agenda, and this just reaffirmed my belief that there is nothing more peaceful and relaxing than being out on the water.
Jonathan regaled us with his versions of Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face,” and Alicia Keys’ “No One”. Rich caught a little salmon, but threw the undersized fish back after posing for a quick picture. Sadly, the picture was not quick enough, because the poor fish went belly up as soon as it hit the water.
Dinner was followed by a delicious lasagne dinner, Rice Krispy treats, and some relaxation and conversation before crawling off to bed.I am definitely decompressing in this place, and only wish I didn’t have a homework deadline hanging over my head. Oh well, I guess lots of people end up working on vacation! Tomorrow is my second and last full day in Oregon. The guys are planning to wake up very early for more fishing, and there’s talk of a drive to Crater Lake in the afternoon.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Road Trip Part 1
Finally, a chance to sit down and blog again! I actually journaled during my road trip, but didn't have internet access, so here it is:
It’s wonderful to be on vacation….
Sleeping in, no schedule, nothing to clean. I love being away from home, especially now that I’ve finally arrived at Odell Lake and can relax for a few days.
I am writing this on Sunday, July 19, although I will not be able to post as there is not even a hint of an internet signal up here. My cell phone is waffling between no bars and one bar, which means I can send and receive text messages but am not going to be able to hold a phone conversation.
Unplugged for the next 60 hours….this is going to be good for me.
I left home yesterday morning very early. Brandy and I were on the road before 7 A.M. I drove all day, arriving in Chico around 6 P.M. Of course, we stopped quite a few times along the way for food, bathroom, and stretch breaks. Chico and surrounding towns are so beautiful: quiet, green, folksy. It was hot and humid, though. My car thermometer climbed up to 109 degrees. Whoa.
We stayed overnight with Stephanie. Her house is so cute, with a huge yard, a fresh coat of pretty green interior paint, and tons of space for Steph and her kitty. Once we got Brandy settled in and removed all potentially edible items from lower shelves, Steph and I headed out for dinner at the Sierra Nevada brewery. We shared a delicious lentil burger and ahi tower. I had a Vienna lager, which was pretty good. I’d love to try more of the Sierra brews, as I’m not a fan of their popular pale ale. I will have to come back to Chico soon and do the whole tasting tour!
But the best part of dinner, of course, was reminiscing and catching up with one of my oldest friends. Stephanie and I met in high school in 1987 and we were fast friends, inseperable in many instances. We even attended the same college for two years. As so often happens, we drifted apart and lost touch when our paths took us in different directions, but I never stopped thinking about her and tried many times over the years to look her up on the internet. We reconnected – on Facebook of course – about a year ago and this has been our second “in person” visit since. I am so grateful for the opportunity to pick up where we left off while “filling in the gaps” as Stephanie puts it. Our Saturday night bonding meant a lot to me and I am looking forward to more get-togethers in the future.
Sunday was a slow, easy morning and I was not real anxious to get back in the car right away. But, there was no avoiding it and by noon, Brandy and I were off again. It was a very easy drive north into Oregon, and the northern California scenery is just spectacular. It’s been a long time since I’d seen Mt. Shasta, and what a beautiful sight it is! Highway 5 took us into the foothills around the mountain, and once we were on the north side, we began descending out of the hills toward the grasslands at the very top of the state. We were nearly out of the forest area when I noticed smoke up ahead and thought, “Hm, there must be a a little fire by the side of the road.”
And then, all of a sudden, we were plunged into the smoke. It was so strange – I couldn’t see well ahead of me or behind me, so my instinct was to slow down. But at the same time, there were huge flames on either side of us and the heat was tremendous. So I stepped on it and within seconds, we were past the fire. I wasn’t in any danger, but it was pretty scary for a minute there! My heart was beating pretty fast as I wondered how it was that the road was not closed with the fire right there engulfing the trees on either side of the highway. At the same time, I saw response vehicles coming up from the opposite direction and I realized that I was probably one of the last cars to come through that pass for a while. I really lucked out - my drive could have been a whole lot longer!
It was smooth sailing after that, entirely uneventful. We arrived at the campground at Odell Lake around 6:30, just behind Sherwin, Emmy, and little Eli. We unpacked our cars, claimed rooms, explored a little, and had some dinner. Brandy and Eli became fast friends – it was hilarious watching the little guy chase her around the lodge on his chubby little legs. I think Brandy scored a couple of little treats off her new buddy’s dinner tray, too.
So now, I lie in bed at 9:30 P.M., completely exhausted. It’s amazing how long drives can wear me out, and I’ve gone about 900 miles in the past two days, with about 17 hours of combined driving time. I’m ready for a good rest tonight followed by a couple of days of relaxation!
It’s wonderful to be on vacation….
Sleeping in, no schedule, nothing to clean. I love being away from home, especially now that I’ve finally arrived at Odell Lake and can relax for a few days.
I am writing this on Sunday, July 19, although I will not be able to post as there is not even a hint of an internet signal up here. My cell phone is waffling between no bars and one bar, which means I can send and receive text messages but am not going to be able to hold a phone conversation.
Unplugged for the next 60 hours….this is going to be good for me.
I left home yesterday morning very early. Brandy and I were on the road before 7 A.M. I drove all day, arriving in Chico around 6 P.M. Of course, we stopped quite a few times along the way for food, bathroom, and stretch breaks. Chico and surrounding towns are so beautiful: quiet, green, folksy. It was hot and humid, though. My car thermometer climbed up to 109 degrees. Whoa.
We stayed overnight with Stephanie. Her house is so cute, with a huge yard, a fresh coat of pretty green interior paint, and tons of space for Steph and her kitty. Once we got Brandy settled in and removed all potentially edible items from lower shelves, Steph and I headed out for dinner at the Sierra Nevada brewery. We shared a delicious lentil burger and ahi tower. I had a Vienna lager, which was pretty good. I’d love to try more of the Sierra brews, as I’m not a fan of their popular pale ale. I will have to come back to Chico soon and do the whole tasting tour!But the best part of dinner, of course, was reminiscing and catching up with one of my oldest friends. Stephanie and I met in high school in 1987 and we were fast friends, inseperable in many instances. We even attended the same college for two years. As so often happens, we drifted apart and lost touch when our paths took us in different directions, but I never stopped thinking about her and tried many times over the years to look her up on the internet. We reconnected – on Facebook of course – about a year ago and this has been our second “in person” visit since. I am so grateful for the opportunity to pick up where we left off while “filling in the gaps” as Stephanie puts it. Our Saturday night bonding meant a lot to me and I am looking forward to more get-togethers in the future.
Sunday was a slow, easy morning and I was not real anxious to get back in the car right away. But, there was no avoiding it and by noon, Brandy and I were off again. It was a very easy drive north into Oregon, and the northern California scenery is just spectacular. It’s been a long time since I’d seen Mt. Shasta, and what a beautiful sight it is! Highway 5 took us into the foothills around the mountain, and once we were on the north side, we began descending out of the hills toward the grasslands at the very top of the state. We were nearly out of the forest area when I noticed smoke up ahead and thought, “Hm, there must be a a little fire by the side of the road.”
And then, all of a sudden, we were plunged into the smoke. It was so strange – I couldn’t see well ahead of me or behind me, so my instinct was to slow down. But at the same time, there were huge flames on either side of us and the heat was tremendous. So I stepped on it and within seconds, we were past the fire. I wasn’t in any danger, but it was pretty scary for a minute there! My heart was beating pretty fast as I wondered how it was that the road was not closed with the fire right there engulfing the trees on either side of the highway. At the same time, I saw response vehicles coming up from the opposite direction and I realized that I was probably one of the last cars to come through that pass for a while. I really lucked out - my drive could have been a whole lot longer!It was smooth sailing after that, entirely uneventful. We arrived at the campground at Odell Lake around 6:30, just behind Sherwin, Emmy, and little Eli. We unpacked our cars, claimed rooms, explored a little, and had some dinner. Brandy and Eli became fast friends – it was hilarious watching the little guy chase her around the lodge on his chubby little legs. I think Brandy scored a couple of little treats off her new buddy’s dinner tray, too.
So now, I lie in bed at 9:30 P.M., completely exhausted. It’s amazing how long drives can wear me out, and I’ve gone about 900 miles in the past two days, with about 17 hours of combined driving time. I’m ready for a good rest tonight followed by a couple of days of relaxation!
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