Of Comrades laying down Arms

Hello.

It's been a while.

Things have happened. Many of which I intended to post here.

As you can see, that only remained an intent.

Let's think.

What is going on in Pony's life at the moment?

She is still looking for another job. The requirements? Preferably one with dogs. Has to pay at least 10/hour. Can not include heavy lifting. Preferably does not include me getting soaked at the end of the day. Or really strange hours.

The heavy lifting at work right now has been getting to me. I buggered my shoulder on Tuesday due to a box. Had made the muscles so tight on the other one, that the Chiropractor says they're almost gluing themselves together. It's hard to become comfortable like that. It's partly an Ab issue though. My Abs are really weak. They've been getting better (thank you Aikido), but still have quite the way to go before I have full use of them to stablize myself. And a box.

This leads to Aikido! For those of you who don't know, I no longer go to the gym. Why? It was good, but too physically demanding, especially with a job like mine. Also, I needed to change other things (like eating habits...) to be able to continue going and some of them are out of my control (like getting a different job...). The time it took me to recover eventually got longer and longer and longer, to the point where I'd make it, maybe once a week if I was lucky. Twice if I was pushing it. With Aikido, you still get the workout, and the slowing building of muscle (without the crash so far!), but also, you get taught to move.

The Sensei sometimes jokes that other martial arts called Aikido a fake martial art, because it's so fluid. When done right, it's like dancing. I like dancing. It gets even better, in most of the moves, there's what you'll understand to be a lead and a follow. They're jobs are to co-operate, so that A) no one gets hurt, and B) so it looks good. Just like some dance moves. As a bonus, you're also learning about to dodge and disable attackers. While looking good. (As an extra bonus, the people there are amazing!)

There is no nice, slightly jaring transition from that last paragraph to this one. I guess I'll have to introduce it, itself. I have a dog. I had a very sick dog. So we'll go look at Sunday. In the morning Milly goes out, comes back and throws up. Not the even of the world, she probably just moved the baby gate (She took a week, to figure that out, as she pitied me, otherwise I'm sure it've been faster) and ate something that she wasn't supposed to. It happens on occasion. Mostly comes out as diarrhea. Annoying. So later I have a nap, and consequently I am up fairly late (for me). 11:30 strikes. Milly throws up again. And again. And again. And this goes on for the next two hours. Seven times. If someone you knew did that what would you be doing? I give *one* piece of kibble, she throws that up ten minutes later, with the rest of what was conveniently available in the top of her stomach. If it were a person, you would've gone to the hospital. There is a 24 hour Vet. It's in Victoria. By Mayfair. It costs an arm and a leg. And if you actually need medication for your dog right away? A kidney too please. So for the next couple of days, I get very scared. She was fine the rest of Monday (I didn't dare feed her much at all), threw up Tuesday again (curse work!), but has been fine ever since. She back on her feed, as enthusiastically as ever, and has been bugging me again. She's an attention suck. So I think maybe we're going to be ok now. Maybe. If I am very careful. The really scary thing? I've got no inclination of what *might* have set this off. The diarrhea? Oh, looks, that's gone out of the garbage... But this time?

I feel sorry. It seems as if every time I write it's to rant. I do have these rants in my head you know. Most of the time I forget about them. Cause it's already been ranted. Why stir up the dead's earth? I don't know where I was going with this.

There is a really cool guy in Sidney. He owns a store. He is Mexican? Spanish? He speaks with a slight accent, and is Hispanic anyway. If you can tell me who he is, I'll give you a cookie when I make them for work. Whoops! Gotta go look up that recipe.

This post has been cut short due to unforeseen circumstances that take the writer away from the post. We are sorry for the inconvenience.

(Recipe and Dinnertime!)