Forward Thinking and Retro Living on the Southern Coast of Maine

Friday, January 13, 2017

I was in a car accident yesterday

Yesterday, after almost 30 years of driving, I was in my first ever car accident. A dump truck did not see me as he turned and pushed my car into a utility pole. I am OK physically. My car is banged up. Psychologically I'm pretty shaken. I'm still grieving the loss of Timmy. I need to take time away to heal. I'll be back in time when I have the energy to put into my blog. I may post on my Instagram account so I hope you'll follow me there. Thank you!

Tuesday, January 10, 2017

RIP Timmy


We love him and will miss him so!

Perspectives on Vision

Do we necessarily see more clearly if we have 20/20 vision? Does dwindling eyesight mean we're missing out? Does our focus necessarily relate to our eyes? 

Yesterday morning I ordered credit card sized flat plastic magnifiers to keep in my wallet so that I can stop asking in Whole Foods: "Excuse me, sonny, can you please tell me what this label says?" I blame the millennials who are likely designing food packaging. It has nothing to do with my age. At all. Zero. (Or that fact that I'm wearing glasses while I'll be using those magnifiers, ha ha!)

I love my 100 year old Nana's antique lorgnette glasses shown above that are now with me. They are so stylish and practical however not sensible for wearing in the winter being all bundled up under layers when I'm out shopping.

At the grocery store later yesterday morning they were out of lactose-free organic milk that I needed for a recipe. The young man who was responsible for the dairy section checked the shelves, looked out back, and said not only do they not have any but they never carried it! Because I had taken a picture of it for my last blog post I showed it to him.

"See, I'm not crazy. I bought this here just last week."

He went to go find help. 

While we were waiting a literal little old lady came over and tried to reach a short bottle of chocolate milk on the top shelf. Wayne walked over and handed it to her. She thanked him, looked up at both of us and said we're two very nice tall young people before walking away. 

Young? I thought. I guess it depends on your perspective.

The milk guy returned with an older employee who walked over to the shelf, removed a milk carton that had been misplaced and there was the milk I wanted right behind it. We had spent fifteen minutes loitering around the milk getting a runaround only to find out it was there all along. Had the tag in front of the misplaced milk been legible we could have figured it out on our own! But the young milk guy who looks at and stocks the dairy shelves for work, what was his excuse?

Next on our list was a bottle of unscented laundry detergent I normally buy. I stopped at the usual shelf and placed a bottle in our cart.

"Is that the unscented kind?" Wayne asked.

I looked. Oops, no. I put it back and said I guess they're out. 

"Isn't that it right there?" and he pointed above where it normally isn't.

"Yes!" 

"Don't worry," he said. "You'll get it one day."

"I'll get what?!"

"When you're not in a hurry you'll notice more. You young people are always on the go. Wait until you get older."

For those not in the know, Wayne is 13 years my senior, and it's an ongoing source of humor between us.


As I was typing this post yesterday I got up and walked by Timmy's cage. He was writhing in pain! Wayne drove us to the vet who was able to see Timmy immediately. She put on her stethoscope and had trouble hearing his heartbeat. His lips and ears were pale. An x-ray revealed what appeared to be a very bloated and twisted stomach, usually a death sentence for guinea pigs. His digestion has always been delicate; we almost lost him a year ago for a similar issue. She said they tried manipulating his stomach and let's wait and see what happens over the next fifteen minutes. At that time she would take another x-ray to determine if there was hope or if we should euthanize him.

She left the room and we saw the whites of Timmy's eyes as he laid on his side. I was crying and I told him we loved him but it was OK to go if that's what he wanted. I followed up with if he wants to stay and fight we'll fight with him. I had brought a piece of carrot with me and I placed it by his mouth.

He took a bite.

The follow-up x-ray showed his stomach now was now half as large. He was continuing to eat his carrot. He wasn't ready to leave us. We were given some meds and brought him back home.

I've been up since 1:30 tending to him. He needs hand feeding again, extra attention and honestly I need the time with him. He's one of the toughest souls I've ever met but no matter our perspective, we're all subject to the frailties of our bodies, young and old. Yet what constitutes a frailty can also be subject to interpretation, don't you think?

Update: Please keep Timmy in your prayers.