Now! I am a catastrophist, so of course my thoughts go: raccoon bite! rabies! fatal! Because I have only been able to afford his shots since last week and have not been in to get them yet. Gaaaaahhhh!
But I do not know what animal it was. Possums don't carry rabies, apparently. Also it could well be scratches, since the thing that caused them was very skinny and sharp. Like, are teeth that sharp? Also the scratches are kind of far apart. Are raccoon canines even that far apart? I actually don't think they are. And possum mouths are tiny, like cat mouth size or smaller.
The distance is much more like a large dog's canine distance, or even more.
Critters I have seen in my yard: possums (a lot), raccoon only in the parking lot on the other side of my back fence once.
Trying to logic reality makes no sense, but probabilities are very calming to me.
I got back into the far left corner out there and discovered that whatever it was has completely knocked down the strip of fence between my chain link pole and the wooden fence belonging to next door. The space is about a foot wide, with a big chunk of concrete in the bottom two feet of it. Any critter could go right over it.
So here is my plan:
1. freak out and imagine doomsday scenarios in which my lack of funding/time has caused the doom of my beloved dog because I could not get it together to get him shots in the last week
2. think up ways to block off that gap in the fence, even though critters will go right over any fence, but still
3. consider ways to put a giant bright floodlight out there that I can turn on when we go out, thus scaring off and/or illuminating any potential critters, even though you could hide an army in our massive grapevines all along the back fence
4. cut down all the grapes so that the critters will get the hell out of my yard and stop alarming and biting/scratching my poor dog
He's fine now. I mean, scratched up. But fine. Cold nose, feeling great. Last night he was scared out of his wits and freaked out for like an hour. Also I shouted in my super loud former drum major former rugby captain voice and woke up everyone all down the block. I distinctly heard my neighbor--the one who cut down all the vegetation in which the fucking raccoon could have gotten away from my dog and therefore NOT BITTEN/SCRATCHED HIM--say, from his bed, "What was that?"
Our houses are close together. It's very quiet at night. I am chagrined! But of course not that much considering that the situation was totally his fault. Jackass.
Ahem! And I'm also a little mad I didn't get it together last week to buy those tall obnoxious arbor vitae trees, though that would not have helped. I'm not sure what exactly to do back there to make it so that dog and critters do not mix.
It's obvious to me now that this house is on a total wildlife trail just like my house in Maine was. How do I do it? The possums trundle right through my yard all the time. Maybe it's just the easiest route amongst the choices available.
Well not any more! I will solve this! TODAY!
After Operation Do All The Online Job, of course. Operation Put Everything Away has been underway since I got up this morning. It was growing untidy in here.
I'm so excited about the long weekend, I can't even tell you. I covered for my peoples yesterday so they could be off, which meant a much harder (but much quieter) day for me. So I might consider being off this coming Thursday and catching up on the massive Online Job backlog that will have developed.
It's the end of one iteration and the beginning of TWO MORE this week. Which if you are not bewildered by the math as I always am equals four at once. Four!
Here is the silly thing I never realized until I was talking to a friend who I wanted to get Online Job too. I explained it was 10-15 hours a week, but more like ten, usually. And she said, "How many are you doing?" And I said, "Right now three, but as of Tuesday, four, though actually it's five because one is ending Monday and I have to do massive amounts of work after it ends." And she looked at me with sadness and math in her eyes, thinking but not saying: "That's thirty, forty, or fifty hours a week on top of your forty hour a week day job. You loon."
Yes. I admit this had not actually dawned on me until that moment. I'm working sixty or seventy hour weeks and have been since June. On top of an exacerbation from the M.S. fairy that lasted longer than any have previously. I WONDER WHY.
In fact, thinking back to when Major Anxiety really began to affect me, I vividly remember sitting in the urgent care with a sinus infection and a kidney infection (why just have one?) back in Maine, with my laptop on my lap in the treatment room while I waited to see the doctor, working away frantically because I was doing two Online Job iterations while also working at a full time day job as a temp. That was the first day I got prescribed anti-anxiety medications.
Well, clearly the solution is to have only one job that earns as much as my two. And only takes forty hours to do it. Yay!
As it happens, Online Job asked me to apply for a bigger and more official version of what I already do. It's actually exactly the same only four at all times, with presumably much better pay and much more reliable pay instead of the current deal with the cutoff dates and the weird breakdowns by percentages and the long delays between work and pay.
Though none of that was specified so I'm not sure. But why would anyone do it unless all of that were true? See. From previous ads, I'm pretty positive. But of course I don't know about pay, benefits, whatever else. None of that was in the ad.
I absolutely LOVE having my employer email me and ask me to apply for a better version of the job I'm already doing. Hurray! Awesomeness! And actually I could probably read the employee manual and check on all of that because everything is in there.
Also, this is hilarious: I got a raise in July and didn't even notice because of the weird pay system. I was sort of expecting one but couldn't find any confirmation of it anywhere. I finally looked somewhere else by accident and there it was. Yay!
What else is going on? I'm about to lose one of my eyeteeth, or whatever, the one that they bashed loose back in Maine when those hamfisted butchers were pulling some other ones. The chisel or whatever they were using (my memory is a chisel, but surely not? I was on nitrous and massive doses of ativan to get through it) slipped and they knocked this tooth loose. So even biting into cheese jogs it loose since then. And then lately it has been hurting right down into the jaw. So that has to go.
Also I really need to buy some more teeth. Like, I don't know, implants or dentures or who even knows what, I have no idea. This one is going to be kind of visible if I smile, though I have a small smile, not like those actors who smile and you can see all of their teeth including their molars.
And my one remaining lower molar is on its way out too. No more chewing after that! It'll be pudding for me! Not actually pudding, because I'm always allergic to the cornstarch they put in all of it, but soup and purees and smoothies and scrambled eggs and only soft food that requires no chewing at all. Yep. Like, cheese will not be possible. See what I'm saying? Fresh veg: nope. I'm considering whether a nectarine might be possible. Maybe!
I've been just a hair's breadth away from that for years now, so it's not a surprise to me, but still: ugh!
Anyway. Yep! Working super ridiculously long hours. Insanely worried that my dog might have gotten rabies from a raccoon bite. Losing teeth. Lots to do around the house. But long weekend, yay!
Ooh, and I even found my old address in Vienna. Doblinger Hauptstrasse 71, for anyone who's curious. There are plaques all over that town showing all the places Beethoven lived. It's kind of funny and kind of sad because that guy moved a lot. I used to walk up to the hills where he would go walking. It's been fascinating to look at the map of Vienna and see my 18 year old psychology all over it. Like, there is an absolutely gigantic hospital complex I never noticed was there. There are all sorts of ridiculous museums on my route home that I only vaguely remember. Like the pharmaceutical museum, which I would totally go to now and enjoy. I forget the others.
Also, I remember Vienna very strongly because I actually starved there. I mean I went hungry. There was no money and therefore no food and no way to get more because of the postal strike. I lived on 17 Schilling salads from the student cafeteria and a bag of white rice and some seaweed I'd brought with me from our co-op, and eggs. I couldn't afford the bus, so I would have to get home up this very long hill. I remember becoming so light it felt like I wouldn't bend grass if I stepped on it. Oh, that's when I ate all the Chernobyl strawberries because they were basically being given away because they were radioactive, but I didn't really understand because I had no newspapers or tv or anything.
Fun times! Two months of operas, starvation, baths but no shower, no way to do laundry except in the bathtub, and walking miles all around the canyons of old stonework.
I mostly remember the big cathedral. I spent a lot of time there.
Now I would want to go mess around much more in the prehistoric settlements and the Roman ruins. I mean, I went, but I didn't have the big picture at that time. Now I pretty much want to go all over Europe and share meaningful gazes with prehistoric stonework. Menhir!
Menhir irresistibly wants to turn into mijnheer. Dutch, man! It gets into your very bones!
Anyway I suppose I should go do my work now. I have laundry in the dryer and a cup of tea made. Work! Get it done! Then do some fun stuff, eh? Sure!
Oh and I finally figured out what to call that odd room with no outside windows, where I have all the instruments, oil paints and easels, fabric and quilting supplies: the Room of Requirement. I know!!!
I was just watching the last Harry Potter movie again and Helena Ravenclaw (founder of my house, of course) told Harry the diadem was in the room where everything was hidden. And I was like, "I have a room exactly like that!" It's true, too.
Today it is Not Too Hot for once. And rained. There's hope! I'm able to wear my royal blue Captain America hoodie and my red capri leggings and not melt! Hurray for the coming coolness and rain of the nine month rainy season, aka fall, winter, and spring. My favorite time of the year out here!