I’m sipping on some hot peppermint tea and gazing outside my window. It’s raining. Again. (Insert big sigh). The wind blowing the heavy rain against the bedroom window woke me around 3 am. Our front yard is looking more and more like a swamp. One night last week, our backyard was resembling Niagara Falls and it sounded like it too. Water came right up to the garage door and I was holding my breath. It’s only done that one other time in the 28 years we’ve lived here and that was in the big flood of 2010. Our family spent some panicky minutes more than once that day with brooms and a squeegee pushing water right back out that garage door. It made its way into the garage and hubby’s workshop and even made it as far as the stairwell in the basement before it finally started receding. That was a scary day.
I’ve seen many blog writers posting about snow this week and showing gorgeous snow photos and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a tad bit jealous. I’ve given up on getting snow in these parts here. While other states are closing schools due to snow, our county schools have been closed but certainly not because of snow. First they were closed due to illness (it seems we’re having a late flu season this year) and then they closed due to rain and flooding. I can only remember that happening a time or two in the past but with these recent heavy rains, roads have washed out, sinkholes have formed, and rivers and creeks are out of their banks. Yep, I’d much rather have snow. Just one good pretty snow to admire. That’s all I ask for God.
I did get my grocery shopping done yesterday when there was a break in the rain and I was thrilled. And the nicest man who was parked next to me, waited for me to finish unloading my groceries into my trunk, and then put his hand on my shopping cart (or buggy as we say here in the south) and said, “Ma’am, may I take this back for you?” And he not only took my cart back, but also the elderly lady’s beside me. What a nice man he was, and I made sure I told him so. He thanked me with a humble grin and went on his way.
While shopping in the store, I ran into a young man stocking groceries who used to take karate with my sons. I hadn’t seen him in years and so I stopped and had a nice talk with him. He asked about my sons and remembered both their names. His mom and I used to sit and chat while our boys attended class. He caught me up on both his parents. We sure had some good times at that karate center (which has since burnt down). I miss those days.
My niece came over a couple of weeks ago. She’s in her second year of veterinary school and as I told her, it’s the year you get into the meat and potatoes of veterinary medicine. This semester she’s taking an Introduction to Surgery class and so she’s learning surgical knots and suture patterns. When I was in veterinary school, we learned to suture on pig’s feet. We were all given a pig’s foot to practice our different suture patterns on. When I came home on weekends, I brought my pig’s foot home in a little foam cooler and kept it in my parent’s refrigerator. I remember sitting on their patio for hours suturing. When learning to suture in veterinary school, I also used a square of foam rubber. That worked okay but I liked the pig’s foot better because it’s real skin. It’s funny, I find suturing very soothing and calming but can’t stand to sew. Nothing gets my blood pressure up faster than having to sew a button on a shirt.
When my niece came over one day last fall, I told her I would get us a pig’s foot to practice on. I went to three different grocery stores and no one had any pig’s feet! I even asked the butchers if they had any in the back and they looked at me like I had three heads. What’s up with that? So I ended up having to get a pack of four ham hocks and that worked just fine. We also used some foam rubber, and just for the fun of it, we tried suturing on a banana and an orange. I had worked at a veterinary clinic before going to veterinary school and the veterinarian there taught me how to suture. It’s a little awkward when you’re first learning and trying to get used to the instrumentation. I felt like I had two left hands back when I was learning to suture. I’m left-handed so maybe that was part of the problem. But my niece got the hang of it quickly and did well.
Now that she’s in her surgery class, I learned that they have “suture pads” now for medical and veterinary students to practice on (I guess pig’s feet and oranges are so yesterday). They mimic all the layers of the skin and the one she had actually had a mole on it (I guess to practice mole biopsy/excision). Some of the pads actually have wounds of various shapes and sizes to practice closing. Pretty cool, huh? I love that my niece is causing me to review long ago forgotten things and teaching me some new things!!
I just checked the giraffe cam at Animal Adventure Park and April the Giraffe is expecting another calf sometime in March. So it looks like I’ll be on April watch again very soon. April’s looking like the happy, healthy expectant mama. I do so love that giraffe family– April, Oliver, and little Taj (who’s not so little anymore).
I found an old book of short stories that I had back in high school when I took an adult education creative writing course. I might just start getting into some of those short stories. These dark rainy days are good for reading. Anyone else have this book? It’s a good one.
I’ve been doing a little decluttering and cleaning on these rainy days. A few days ago I emptied out my pantry and gave it a good cleaning and reorganizing. I threw away an entire garbage bag full of “stuff.” Today, on my to-do list is to clean/organize kitchen drawers and do a deep clean on the bathrooms. Yeah, it’s an exciting life I lead here.
A good friend of mine has gone to Ohio today to pick up two Boston Terrier pups. She lost both her old Boxer and Boston Terrier dogs this past year and was heartbroken. I can’t wait to meet her new puppies. They couldn’t be getting a better, more loving home.
Well, the wind is picking up and it’s raining hard again. It was supposed to be moving out of here at noon but it’s hanging on. I just saw the mailman go down the street so I think I’ll grab an umbrella and mosey on outside to get the mail and get a little fresh air. Hopefully, I won’t drown.
Until next time.