My brother reminded me that we used to have toad in a hole when we were kids, so I made some for breakfast. Or more like lunch, I guess. What do you call the first meal of the day, when it’s at 3pm?
Category: Photography
Metamora
A family friend visited us multiple times over the course of several years and took tons of photos and slides. At some point, he gave them to my mom, and she asked me to scan the slides for her, since I have a slide scanner. This is just a few of the more general photos. These were taken between 1979 and 1980, in Metamora, Indiana.
Below the aqueduct
Foggy canal
Candle Shop (?) and Post Office
Train
Canal and Water Wheel
Canal Days crowds
Canal Days vendors
Canal Days vendors near the mill park
Gristmill interior
Inside our woodworking shop
Me reading
Eight Days Post-op
The bruising is almost gone, and everything looks great. Frances has been such a good sport about this whole thing. She gets frustrated with the cone sometimes, but she doesn’t let it get her down.
Pitball
Seven Days Post-op
The incision looks pretty good, I think. Frances is over the whole cone thing, but she’s being a trooper.
The histopathology report is finally back. The vet called this afternoon with the results. One tumor was malignant, but they gave it a grade 1 and the margins were good, so I’m cautiously optimistic that it hasn’t metastasized. Frances will need a second surgery to remove the remaining tumors, and that’s scheduled for next Wednesday.
In the meantime, we’re finding ways to entertain ourselves. There are few things more ridiculous as a dog in a cone trying to get carrot slices out of a treat ball.
Also, because I haven’t spent enough time sitting on my ass, waiting for other people, I got up at 6am so I could get a shower and run to the grocery store before maintenance came to fix some stuff in my apartment. And then I rushed home to put away groceries and frantically clean the bathroom and kitchen. And then I say on my ass all day and waited. And waited. And waited.
Maybe they’ll show up on Friday?
Rare Frilled Fruit Bat Lizard
She hates the cone with the heat of ten thousand suns, but she’s trying to be a good sport about it.
Still no news on the histopathology report. Hmf.
Fruit Bat
No news on the histopathology report. I should have heard from the vet today, but I’m guessing either they or the lab were super busy because this is a short holiday week.
I am not the princess of patience, though. If I don’t hear from them by tomorrow afternoon, I expect my need for information will win against my need to not make phone calls.
Four Days Post-op
Homemade Pill Pockets
I tear off a small piece of flatbread (tortillas or chapatis work just as well), place the pill(s) on it, smear peanut butter along one edge, then roll it up and seal it with the peanut butter.
Then before I give the pill pocket to Frances, I make sure she sees the knife with the remainder of the peanut butter on it. This is key if the dog is picky. You want their greed to get the better of them. Frances is so busy thinking about the peanut butter on the knife that she Hoovers up the pill pocket as fast as she can. Then I let her lick the knife clean as a treat.
Three Days Post-op
The incision actually looks pretty good. There’s some bruising, but minimal swelling, and everything seems dry and clean.
red paper boat 