I'm ....printing! The book. I like printing things myself instead of farming them out for a machine or someone else to print, except I just realized I do have to make business cards and postcards. I can't do those myself. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day. In the mean time this printing frenzy completely reminds me of printing my handmade book for my thesis project and that brings back really good memories. While on the one hand I was sad to while away my precious summer days inside I was also experiencing a real thrill of accomplishment and pride in my work. That was a really good looking project. I'm still proud of it.
So happy to be past yesterday. I told a couple of people that sweet pea is three now. Three! I can't believe it because she still feels kind of new, and three years (even though we got her in January so we haven't had her for three entire years yet) seems like a big number and also that she isn't a puppy any more and I still think of her as a puppy. I am so over the top in love with this dog. I even surprise myself. By extension I am feeling quite loving to any other dog too. Luckily I have a 1 dog policy and won't become a crazy dog lady living in house of squalor surrounded by ... Alright. Imagination time is over. Maybe one day when I'm old and lonely I'll get two tiny little yappy non allergenic dogs, but doubtful. Probably only 1. Also, I can't believe I am allergic to dogs. If you recall, at some point I went to an ENT for my super power hearing which occasionally pops on and then I can hear things like EVERYTHING like sound bouncing off the glass of the windows (I have echolocation!) and the sham doctor insisted that to assess me he needed an allergy test and they told me I am allergic to dogs. I said Well, that's too bad because I will have one forever which I probably will, but I might have to switch over to a non allergenic breed in the future. It's OK because one of sweet pea's besties is a freaking rock star shitsu/poodle and I dream about adopting him.
I told the tale of the day I got bit by a shark to my friend at the dog park today. She was more struck how I was 8 and swimming in the ocean by myself and that lil sis was 6 and had gone to another hotel down the beach to frolic in their pool while my mother slept than the fact that I actually got bit by the shark. Sometimes people are less impressed because my shark wasn't a great white that I had to beat off with my bare fists. Recall: the shark grabbed my leg, pulled me under, gave me a few shakes and released me. I had no idea what happened and actually never even registered a feeling of pain in my leg until the doctors started to shoot it up with a numbing agent. Also, my friend is married to and the mother of doctors and she was appalled that they let lil sis and my mom in the operating room while they stitched me up. The fact that my leg healed perfectly and never had an issue is kind of miraculous. I'm a lucky girl.
My friend found a treasure trove of oyster mushrooms today in the woods and I brought a bunch back with me to cook for myself and completely forgot. Tomorrow I'll have mushrooms for lunch. I hope they have some magical healing health powers. It feels like eating things I pluck from the woods should be so much better for me than anything I buy in the market.
Tomorrow is supposed to have a high of only 72. One thing that makes me very happy once the weather cools down is being able to go straight from the dog park to run errands and leave sweet pea in the back seat without worrying about her heating up. The art store is close to the dog park and I think tomorrow I will see if they have any remade envelopes for my little books. Fingers crossed. I just want some nice clear see through ones to protect my precious books. I like precious things. There is a photographer who always makes his own small edition books. I think I'd like to be like him.
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