Caroline reported that it had been a sad day for everyone at the vet hospital yesterday, as there were so many deaths. A cat she had treated several times for congestive heart failure finally died. A "lovely German shepherd" had cancer and died. And she wasn't alone. She said everyone was having animals with problems that ultimately killed them.
This is one of the problems with a vet hospital that is often the last resort for many folks with sick pets.
But at home there was Polly, who has finally accepted Caroline as an OK person. She still barks some, but it's more the same bark she has for us: "You're standing up so certainly you are going to feed me." She will let Caroline take her into her lap, but she isn't comfortable there, but then if I lifted her up and put her in my lap, she wouldn't be happy either. Still, her love can be bought.
My day was quiet. After the busy weekend, it was nice to have nothing to do. I had a dentist appointment in the late morning. It was a nothing appointment, just having a final crown put on, so it was more a chance to visit with Cindy.
I was going to go to Atria for lunch but it was too late when I left Cindy's, so I went shopping first, dropped food off at home, and then went to see my mother. She was sitting in the lobby outside the restaurant again and we had a quiet visit. Her "I don't understand you so I'll pick a topic" thing this time was my hair. Whenever she didn't understand or follow what I was saying, she told me how pretty my hair was. The things she is most likely to focus on are hair (loves mine, hates hers, loves anybody at Atria with white hair), her skin (hates the brown spots because they make her look old), and shoes (she tells me how pretty my Birkenstocks are every time I visit her.) It's nice that she uses how "pretty" things and people are. So much nicer than if she gripes about everything.
She didn't want to go to her apartment with me, so I went by myself to pick up her laundry. I have given up trying to explain to her the difference between clothes hamper, garbage, and Poise package. She has dirty laundry in each, and used pee pads in each. I have to go through all three receptacles carefully to be sure to get all the laundry and throw away the things that need to be thrown away.
But coming home was fun. I just love streaming video!
Berklee College of Music presents a musical theater writing concert each year. It's a program Jeri helped create several years ago, teaching students how to write for musical theater, and actors learning how to write and perform for musical theater. She said it was a natural for the school, since the musicians especially, are likely to go on to playing for musical theater productions, since it is a common way for musicians to make music (Jeri has been doing it for years).
So each year they have a contest and choose the best dozen or so songs that have been written and then perform them with full orchestral accompaniment and choreography. It's a lot of fun and the show is streamed live, so we get to sit here in California and watch the show in Boston.
The first couple of years that we watched, Jeri conducted the orchestra, but she did not this year; however, she did come on to introduce the band at the end, so we got a glimpse of her too.
These are the times when I love modern technology!