Can I just start this week over?
I woke up today prepared to have nice, easy blog entry about how much better (though not 100%) my ankle is feeling, how nice it was to skip playing goalie yesterday and coach my team instead. They took a record-setting 24 shots on goal and even though they didn't score and still lost by the same 2 goal margin they do when I'm in the net, they played well and I was proud.
In addition, I had planned to discuss Saturday's vet visit for Zeus and Rainie, how we learned the scary fact that Zeus has lost 10 of his 33 pounds in the last year. I knew he was skinny but I didn't realize it was that bad. We're waiting on the results of his geezer blood work to see what's going on there. My dad consoled me in his special way by reminding me that Buddy's sudden weight loss was how they discovered he had the lung cancer that killed him. Thanks, I feel a lot better.
I was also going to mention how Andrea talked me into skating the A-Team 2 game instead of coaching red like I was supposed to and about what a good thing that was since I ended up breaking the seal on our scoreless ways, getting an unassisted goal when I ran it up. We lost 3-1 against a team that had kicked our asses in the past. Again, a loss, and again, I couldn't be more pleased.
I could mention my maroon game, how we ended up short players so I got to have Chris, Viv, Ellaine and Mary (aka Stitches) play with us. One player on the other team has this weird (to me) habit of doing two things: 1. she holds her stick WAAAY high up in the air when she's calling for a pass. At least once, I've taken advantage of this and ducked under her just in time to let her high-stick me in the helmet and get the penalty. 2. she parks in front of the net and bangs her stick on the ice for the pass. As a defenseman, as the defenseman guarding you, I cannot thank you enough for these two habits becuase they 1. let me know exactly where you are and 2. let me know exactly what you're going to do. In response, I started holding my stick WAAAY up high, then banging on the ice for the pass.
Whaddya know? At least 3 times, I got the pass and cleared the puck out of the zone. And of course, cracked my team up every time I did it. Eventually, she started calling with words and the ruse was over but it sure was fun while it lasted.
I was also prepared to mention the snowball fight Viv and Ellaine had with the Zamboni runoff just outside Belmont. And the snowball that Viv carried outside her car window to the restuarant nearby just so she could chuck it at Ellaine.
But what I really need to mention is how stunningly bad my morning has started off. Every day, as I'm getting dressed, I open the door to the kitchen and let the bassets (who are invariably waiting by the door for this moment, again winning the doggie lottery) waddle into our room. Rainie ran over to the bed and jumped halfway up, something she doesn't normally do. But she was trying to show us her poor face, which had been puffininated by some mystery ailment. It was ridiculously swollen and one side was totally red and hot. She kept trying to rub it off.
I called the vet and told them they had to see her NOW. Andrea whisked her away while the other guys were eating. Patrick came running after them, wailing in his silly way. After they left, he re-enacted the tale of their leaving by running back and forth to the leashes, then the door, moaning as if we'd cut off his right arm. Which, in a way, we had.
I got about a block away from home when I realized that I had no cash for lunch so I turned around and went back to get some. Patrick again told me his tale of woe and I once again assured him that his Rainie would be back soon. He didn't buy it, though, and wailed after I left.
To make my morning just a little worse, I got an email from the sperm bank telling me that they're raising the roof, er, their rates by $60 per vial. That means that each attempt we do now costs an extra $240, since we'll need 4 per try. Tee-riffic! They did assure me by sharing that since they've made the improvements that this increase attempts to cover, the pregnancy rate has increased by 30%. Cool but damn. This stuff is not covered by insurance, since technically, I'm not infertile. Sheesh.
Rainie got two big shots and is apparently on the mend. I'll keep you posted on her decreasing puffin-face.