Princess Klotilde

My dog, Chloe, has been particularly good today. I managed to clip four of her nails and give her a bath, and she has decided not to put on airs and ignore me or take out her annoyance about the clipping and the bathing on me. In part, this is probably because I also brought home a huge bag of bones in addition to the dog shampoo. Also, she doesn't have my husband to run to and snuggle up to instead of me, and this dog loves to snuggle. Right now she's looking very sweet, shiny, and clean all curled up in a chair sleeping. I wish I could find that kind of peace, though I guess I don't really know what I look like asleep. Maybe I'm just as cute and peaceful looking, though I doubt that I stick my legs in the air.
The bath was quite an experience. Looking back, I probably should have not attempted it fully clothed, as I left the bathroom looking as if I went swimming in my clothes. She jumped out of the tub mid bath (half her body was still soapy) and it took a great deal of coaxing to get her back into the tub- and some heavy lifting. The bathroom now smells more like wet dog than of plaster dust, not sure if that's an improvement. I'm thinking of painting my newly-fixed bathroom plaster a light purple. What does everyone think? It shouldn't be overpowering, since the light grey tile ends above eye level. Okay, short person eye level.
It's been an all right weekend. Went to one of my favorite restaurants with my family in honor of my upcoming birthday. The food was wonderful, but that's the place my husband usually takes me annual for my birthday.
However I must add that things are not so hard as they were last week on that front. I mean, I ache and wish he were home, but after telling him that I wanted him to come home last Wednesday I felt that a weight was lifted from me. I told him what I needed to, and the despair is not there like it was last week.
I've also done quite a bit of cleaning, home repair, and furniture moving. It's amazing how different a room can make you feel when one or two dressers or shelves are sitting in a different place.
It's also interesting how cleaning a room can make me feel- all that dust and plaster detritus kicked up into the air has really bothered my asthma.
Now, I don't really have very active asthma. I hardly ever have attacks, and haven't even carried an inhaler with me since I got in shape a couple of years ago. Yet yesterday, all that dust kept me up at night, having a hard time breathing but not quite gasping for breath. And I can't find a damn inhaler. I probably have four or five, but I have no idea where they are.
Still reading: the book about Austen. Really good, should finish it today.
Watching: The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Run of the mill horror. Better than average, but not really great.
Wish me luck- student teacher orientation starts tomorrow. In just a few days I shall be inflicting myself on about 100 hormone-driven and mostly class privelaged youngsters at "Pine Groves" High School. May God have mercy on my soul.