My Christmas gift arrived this week! It’s a Herman Miller Eames rocking chair that I fell in love with a few months ago at an event at a San Francisco incubator. They had this colorful wall and in front of it was a long wood table with about 20 different colored rockers. My new fear is that it will scratch our flooring through aggressive use by the kids, which means we should get an area rug for the space, which means we need to get Trixie fully trained so that she doesn’t ruin a new rug. Everything is connected and it all leads to more work. We did order a new rug for our family room to replace the exact same rug we have there, but the company sent the wrong rug and for a minute, I was hoping they’d let us keep it because the rug was inexpensive and it barely survived UPS ground across country to get here. Amazon has spoiled me with their customer service when they make a mistake and I forgot that not all companies handle customer service the same way. This would solve the living room floor issue, but this wasn’t Amazon and the rug company wanted it back, so I’m back to square one. (Also, they won’t ship us the correct rug we ordered because they don’t do exchanges, even when it is their fault. I need to figure out my rug needs and reorder. I would link to the company, but their customer service has been remarkably horrible. Yet the prices are so good…) Back to the chair – there is no way to feel unhappy while in it. I love it so much. Trixie was concerned about a moving chair, but once she realized it wasn’t coming after her, she accepted it into her world.
Middle age arrived this week in the form of reading glasses. I was one of the many people at the eye doctor just before the end of the year to use up my vision benefits. I was told I was right on the border of needing glasses, which makes these pretty much a glorified version of what I could buy at a drugstore. They make me feel like a responsible adult, so I wear them. When I remember.
Trixie needs a special shampoo for her sensitive skin that requires it sit on her for 10 minutes of marinating. This is the longest 10 minutes of her life, maybe because it is 70 minutes in dog time? I sit in there with her, singing a modified version of Rubber Ducky – Snuggle Puppy, instead – while counting down the minutes. She looks at me with a face that is ready for one of those sad commercials with a Sarah McLaughlin soundtrack. Afterward, she gets treats and a warm towel in front of the fire, but that doesn’t stop her from cycling through sadness, trying to escape, and accusing looks of betrayal during the world’s longest 10 minute bath.
One great success of the week was that I brought out the camera instead of my iPhone. Part of that may have been because I needed to bring it to a construction site for work and once it is out, the barrier to actually using it is removed. As always, baby steps toward goals!