It’s interesting living in a remote part of the nation. I’m glad I picked it, but the problems it brings are different than you might find in a lot of more civilized places. For one, the slough. In six weeks, hunting season starts. That means hiking at the slough — for the first month of hunting season anyway — is a little risky. Dusty wears his hunting jacket and maybe this year Bear will wear hers too. As for me? Well, I think my dogs are orange enough in their vests.
Yesterday my neighbor, Bob, and I put up the Bear Proof Fence. I hope it’s Bear proof. I hope she doesn’t test it. It’s a simple fence — T-posts and pig wire — not the toughest fence in the world, but definitely a barrier. I might find a way to cover the fence with something Bear can’t see through.
In other news the rock painting frenzy seems to have slowed down — I don’t really go anywhere to hide them beyond our usual walk, and hardly anyone is hiding them here. For that matter, the town is so small that EVERYONE could be hiding them and there still would be few rocks around. I think the best plan is to paint a bunch and put them in my car and when I AM somewhere (store, etc.), then hide them. It’s a great fad — the first one I’ve hopped on in my life. Winter will put the kybosh on it, I’m afraid. 😦
I’ve been fighting a sinus infection for a month or more. It’s a residual symptom of AERD. It’s not fun and I don’t want to go to the doctor. I think my doctor is an idiot and I’m afraid of antibiotics. That is a Gordian Knot. I’ve become very mistrusting of the medical profession since 2004 (I was 52) when my advanced stage osteoarthritis in the hip was misdiagnosed by a doc who didn’t even send me for hip X-rays when I had all the symptoms. His reasoning, “You’re too young for osteoarthritis.” More scary incompetence later — including having recently been prescribed Cipro even though I’m over 60 and take a steroid, resulting in a torn Achilles tendon — has left me skittish. I wish someone would appear and say, “Hello, I’m Lamont, the Good Doctor from the West, and I’m here to appropriately, accurately and helpfully respond to your symptoms without making you worse!”
Anyway, I know we all have these stories. 😦
I trust my dogs’ vet, though. Maybe I should talk to them?