Two weekends ago, we got a dog. The same day, I had to take my pulse steroids (a massive monthly dose of prednisone); the next day, Quinland got a drum kit. Yep, it was another hectic transition.
- The dog – His full name is Sherlock Bones. We are calling him Bones; well, I am actually calling him Bonesy most of the time. We got him at a wonderful place called Family Dogs New Life Shelter here in Portland. He is a ball of energy, just out of puppyhood. We have had to learn, quickly, to be assertive and teach him his place in the family.
- The drums – Quinland asked for a drum kit for her birthday; David told her no. He really didn’t think he could handle the noise. But when our friend Eric offered us the drum kit he’d been storing in his attic, we decided to rethink it… and one of Q’s Christmas “presents” was our telling her that she could have drums and would be getting them soon. Needless to say, she was (and is!) absolutely thrilled.
- The drugs – I don’t know what is up with that prednisone. I have always maintained that each monthly dose is a crapshoot – I never know if I will be wired or exhausted, jittery or disoriented. This month, I was unbelievably dizzy. It was similar to feeling drunk, where you move your head and – even after you stop – it feels like it is still moving. Ugh. It kept it up for days, too. I was still getting these dizzy spells a week later.
I have to keep reminding myself that if we had waited for the perfect time to get a dog, we’d still be waiting. There is no perfect time to do anything. No matter how you try to time it, any change is going to disrupt your life, and life itself will probably throw an additional monkey wrench or two into the works. As Teddy Roosevelt said, “Do what you can, with what you have, where you are.” We’ve made the changes, and now we can move forward and enjoy the excitement they will bring to our lives.