Wed. 11.06.19 – After writing yesterday’s blog post, I was quite happy with the whole post and went off to bed. I woke up at 3am after a bad dream with an upset tummy and quite worried.
So, I did two things:
1) Took some Tums.
Now that Zantac has been pulled off the market, my go to 3am sour stomach meds are a revolving door of new tries.
Tums was a VERY BAD IDEA.
First off, it did not settle my stomach. It made it much worse. At 7am I jettisoned out of bed to have even more digestive excitements. Then my brain said, “Why would tummy meds give you the trots?”
Oh, let’s google if Tums is gluten free.
And… It is not. Thus, the Celiac’s Revenge.
I will be very excited when Zantac 75mg is back out on the market, as it works for me to settle my stomach and it gets rid of my hives.
2) After taking the Tums, I spent the hour between 3 and 4 am worrying that a variety of bad things would happen if I left yesterday’s blog post as is.
While I did not write where this happened, it is a place that I frequent often and don’t want it go sour if Old Creepy Guy makes things difficult if he googles my name and finds the blog post. Or the manager of the place gushes about my photos again and says my name.
So, I edited it to take out the detail with sleep blurred eyes; which then killed the irony and the black humor of the whole thing.
As I laid back down to go back to sleep, I got mad at myself that I was caving into the good girls make it easy for creepy dudes to keep creeping.
In the end, I decided that the on going safety of myself at the location in question was more important than a black humor #metoo blog post.
Sat. 10.26.19 – Sweet Pea and I are in Arizona visiting / dog sitting the lovely, but very elderly, Miss Belle le Cane while her people are out and about. Our good old friend Miss Belle is now 14 1/2 years old – or somewhere in her 90-somethings. Belle is feeling her age.
Belle arrived to Family Hanen as a rescue puppy in October of 2005 while I was away at grad school. There were a lot of good years in between 2005 and 2019: dog beach, dog parades, dog sitting, walks, playing fetch – and a whole lot of photos.
Belle is still trucking on with heart pills and CBD oil. There is very little running but she perks up about an hour or so after the food/pills/hempoil.
In other news, Arizona is Arizona. It is dry and warm to hot.
Photo taken by Ms. Jen with her Nikon D850 and a 50mm lens. For the curious, Sweet Pea is a rescue as of last year August and is estimated to be between 6-8 years old, most likely closer to 8.
Sun. 10.14.18 – This morning I woke up every hour after three in the morning with strange dreams that involved my favorite bath towels disappearing as I folded them while doing laundry.
I have four red bath towels and wash clothes. I fold the wash clothes into the towel fold, so they do not get lost when I store them in the cupboard.
I am not afraid of nightmares or disturbing dreams, but the dream of my towels disappearing as I folded them kept coming back every time I fell back to sleep.
Odd but true.
Tues. 08.28.18 – It what may seem like a cryptic blog post, a completely new era starts today. And so far it is good.
11.04.19 – Update for posterity or triggering my own memory: The new era was my (then) brand new Samsung Note 9, after 19 years of using Nokia or Microsoft/Nokia phones.
Sun. 08.26.18 – One week and one day ago, Miss Sweet Pea, the small dog formerly known as Cindy Lou Who, joined Casa de Mobile Hanen as the Dog in Residence.
So far, so very delightful. Miss Pea is approximately 8 or so years old (6-8 according to Dr. Kali), in her previous life before rescue she lived outside in a backyard somewhere in SoCal. She now lives inside with multiple walks a day.
Just yesterday she realized that chipmunks were prey and got SUPER EXCITED at every chipmunk movement, smell, and burrow. Walks are extra more anticipated now…
Photo by Ms. Jen with her Nikon D850 and a Nikon 50mm f/1.4G lens.
Mon. 03.05.18 – I was using the Disqus Commenting plugin here for the last three plus years, but was never fond of it in the first place as it violates my Own Your Own Stuff on the Internet as much as Possible policy. The very idea of a hosted comment system when one has a self-hosted blog seems a bit silly.
Last week, when I read that Disqus had been amongst the legion with a data breach, I decided to ditch it. I have reset Black Phoebe :: Ms. Jen back to plain old WordPress comments and have added a plugin that makes all comments literal, thus no scripting. In addition, comments are now moderated and comments close after a week.
I welcome your thoughts, comments, and really – I don’t anticipate a flood of spam as one of the delights of the alledged death of blogging is that the spammers have gone elsewhere.
Sun. 07.16.17 – Unfortunately, much like everyone’s favorite little Canela the Chihuahua, this blog fell asleep and has been napping since early May.
Life has been a bit too busy. Hopefully, this upcoming week will allow me to catch up somewhat, as I have been collecting links for the Sunday Tidbits for the last two months and they are a bit overflowing now.
Photo of Canela taken by Ms. Jen with her Nikon D800 yesterday afternoon.
Sat. 12.31.16 – Dear 2016, I had so many hopes for you. Hopes of a good year, a year of progress, a year of healing, a year of forward movement. While you weren’t so bad to me personally, as I did have forward movement in my own life. But you were a rather awful year in many other aspects.
2016, you were a year of closures and deaths.
Goodbye, 2016. Farewell to David Bowie, Price, and Carrie Fisher. Farewell to any remaining respect that I had for the United States of America. I will be telling folks from now on that I am a Californian.
Closer to home, farewell to Mr. Scruffy McDoglet.