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November 1, 2010

There has been a little too much drama around here today.

My parents came and went. We had a lovely visit, too short as usual. They left Halloween morning, and the rest of the day was spent trying to keep AJ from imploding from the excitement. We had been planning all day on taking the hayride to trick or treat around the neighborhood, but around 2:30 his friend called to see if he could go trick-or-treating with him. Four of them ended up going together: Ben Franklin Boy, The Boy Across the Street, and M. For the first time ever, they got to go without parents — we made them go early so they were home before dark. They had a blast. I was a little sad. AJ was The Grim Reaper. M went as “Chico” (his nickname, for reasons no one can remember) in a sombrero and serape with an eyeliner mustache. The Boy Across the Street was Jason,complete with toy chainsaw. And Ben Franklin boy? He went as Snookie, in tights and a leopard print top with a long black wig and lots of bling. When they showed up at our house for a water and bathroom break, Snookie demanded some sour pickles, which I’m assuming has something to do with the show on which she appears, which I have never seen. Ben Franklin Boy is an original, that’s for sure.

Mr. Spy and I went out for a walk and stayed home to man the candy bucket. But it turned out to be largely unnecessary, as we only had a handful of trick-or treaters.

I spent most of today worrying about Mrs. Stein, who has been ill for a while and had taken a turn for the worse this morning. Mrs. Stein is at least 17 (she was a stray, so I don’t know her exact age) and I feared the worst. But after a couple of hours at the vet, it turns out that she has a Stepfordian thyroid condition. They shot her up with antibiotics and gave her a couple of prescriptions, one of which she is supposed to take for the rest of her life. We are hoping this works.

And I am kind of wrung out from the whole experience. I was fully expecting the vet to say we had to put her down. So to not only come home with her but to come home with her being pretty okay is amazing. But I’m exhausted and not feeling very funny. So perhaps I will call it a night.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. November 1, 2010 9:52 pm

    Poor Mrs. Stein. And poor you, that does sound like a bad day.

  2. Cranky permalink
    November 2, 2010 10:53 am

    Glad to hear that Mrs Stein is well–go, Stein. Did I tell you that it turned out that Frannie was sick and had to be put down–kidneys. They re-estimated her age at 13. Oy.

  3. November 2, 2010 11:01 am

    Oh, no! You didn’t mention that. That’s too bad. Poor Frannie. But maybe this was easier on her than trying to adjust to a new home. There is some concern about Mrs. Stein’s kidneys. Not because of tests, but because of her age and the fact that hyperthyroidism masks kidney issues because it flushes the system. We’re going back in 3 weeks to get her numbers checked again.

  4. Cranky permalink
    November 2, 2010 12:54 pm

    good luck–I hope it’s good news.

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