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Well Herb is back at work and he managed, while falling off a ladder (why was he on a ladder, you ask? well I suggest you don’t ask ME!), not to injure himself that badly, and the swelling went down and the operation will occur as scheduled, i.e. in a few months (oh yeah, fun fact about that: we are facing yet another five or six month-long convalescence. Yippee.) Here at casa vieux bandit, life is slowly finding its rhythm again. By that I mean that our fridge and freezers are full and that we are eating well again (the last few weeks saw too much pasta and not enough made-from-scratch stuff), and that (don’t tell anyone) I am hoping in a very serious manner to take two actual days off this weekend (I know, it’s crazytalk). The Kid has started badminton twice a week and supervised homework the other days (his choices, his decisions, his requests). He’s very tired and has what I can only guess are growing pains… oh boy. Did I tell you that over the past three months, he has grown SIX centimetres? (Should he grow that much every three months until he turns 18, he would grow another 1.9 metres! And he already reaches under my nose!) Insane.
Katcher’s situation is stable, if not yet controlled. His blood sugar is too high, but before we increase his insulin again we need to know what we’re dealing with: he has a raspberry-looking growth under his tongue and we need the right antibiotic to get rid of it, as this infection could be preventing the insulin from working properly. Meanwhile he’s a happy boy and if I find him quite skinny, he is at least maintaining his weight, which is a good sign. And he lets me treat him, nicking his ear at least twice a day and shoving a needle under his skin. He’s such a good boy.
I’ve been working at a client’s office downtown a couple of days a week. It’s a great office, filled with nice people, and the work is fun and not too stressful (when people say this is urgent — it’s for *tomorrow*, I can only laugh). I’m enjoying it and the pay is good. It is, however, confirming many things for me. Such as the fact that going downtown makes me a worse person. Too many people. Too much negative energy. Too many suits. And taking the metro? Ha. It turns out I’m lucky if there’s no shortage, no incident, no slowing down. This contract is a great thing, a fanstastic opportunity to confirm that I made the right choice when I decided to work from home. I enjoy it, but I especially enjoy going back home, where I settle at my desk and sigh happy sighs.
Speaking of metro, I went to the Laval stations for the first and second time last weekend. I hope I never have to go there again. Three bucks to take the bus back and guess what, the correspondence will only work on other Laval busses, so if you’re stuck in Laval, it’ll cost you $5.75 to get back on the island! (and if it’s Sunday, good luck on finding a bus anyway…) And taking the metro at the end of the line, early on a Friday evening, to be in a train full of suburban families and groups of friends who have decided to go out in Montreal for the evening? Kill me, kill me now. Or don’t, since we have been lent a car (it could be ours, if the insurance price is right… having a car is great, but the expenses that come with it are not necessarily something we should take on when we are trying to get out of deep financial shit. Money is a touchy suject right now. I’m realizing that I’ve been paying for other people’s lack of responsibility for way too long. Anyway. Another long story. One without a solution.)
