Amateur philosopher, deep but impatient thinker, not much time on my hands, exremely opinionated on certain subjects (America, dog food, pharmaceutical companies, lawyers, math education ....)

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

A Little Scare

Yesterday we noticed that Sam (our dog) was squinting a lot and seeming like he didn't want to open his eyes fully. It got worse as the day progressed, and it seemed he was sleeping a lot. Finally, at 9:00 last night, we'd decided enough was enough and we took him to the vet. Our clinic nearby is a 24-hour facility, and I don't think they charge a whole lot more for drop-in, after hours, "emergencies". Turns out our old vet, whom Mr. P and I both really liked, is back there again! (She had left there not long after we met her last year when Sam got his first shots and we were quite upset about it because I DO NOT like vets, generally I figure they're about as trustworthy as lawyers, and of as high integrity as well, but this one I really, really liked; so it was a major disappointment, but now she's back, and we didn't even know until she came out to say hello to us last night in the clinic, and she's there to stay. Whew. One less thing to worry about.)

Anyway, Sam had (has) a bit of inflammation in his eyes, and we think it's possible that it's from the sanding Mr. P was doing in the upstairs bedroom, getting it ready for painting. We got drops for him, etc., and he is almost back to his old self. What a relief. We were very, very worried last night. He was barely opening his eyes at all. I guess with his eyes that sore he really only wanted to sleep because it felt best just to keep them shut, but his energy level seems to be returning.

We have been watching a DVD called "House of Cards", a BBC miniseries with Ian Richardson (the one who plays Bill Hayden in John Le Carre's Tinker, Taylor, Soldier, Spy, for those of you in the know). It is very, very, very good. We keep on seeing more and more BBC miniseries and we always marvel at how they continue to outdo themselves. This one is about political intrigue in the British House of Parliament early 1980's, I think.

I've been reading The Poinsonwood Bible by Barbara Kingsolver. I must admit I thought Kingsolver was a Danielle Steele or Maeve Binchy-type author (apologies to Maeve Binchy, for I like her books from time to time), and I am not really into that sort of fiction. You know the Country Club, women-finding-themselves sort where deep friendships are forged in a mansion on the shores of Britian or Ireland, where people are always inheriting things and never seem to have to work. Like I said, I like them on occasion, but not that often. Anyway, Kingsolver is about as far from one of these authors as can be imagined. That I had not heard how good her writing is before now is bizarre. I pride myself on knowing my fiction: who's good, who's not, who's underrated, who's overrated. I keep an eye on all the lists, read reviews, and of course, read positively voraciously. How did Kingsolver escape my notice? With apologies to American authors, I do prefer the British ones, and this is possibly one explanation. Kingsolver is American, at least born there, and lives there now, though she has travelled and lived extensively in both Europe and Africa, which to my mind goes some way to setting her apart (in the literary sense) from her American compatriots. Anyway, the Poisonwood Bible may be the best book I have ever read. And I don't think it would be exaggerating to say I have read 500 books or more since my mid-teens. (I wish I had had the foresight years ago to list them all ... alas.) THE BEST BOOK of all of them. Strip away any categorical organization to listing a best book or favourite; remove genre-typing, etc. THE BEST BOOK. I can say that now, and I haven't even finished it yet. I've got about 150 pages to go. It is so good, and I am so sure I will read it again one day, we just ordered it from Amazon in hardcover. (Also the Lord of the Rings sheet music, from the first movie).

Just a few more holiday days left. Monday it's back to work. Where on earth did the summer go?


At 1:38 PM, Blogger blogdog said...

Yipe! So glad to hear Sam is feeling better. Poor guy! Right now, Charlie is digging for buried treasure in the backyard, and Seamus is sleeping in the bathroom (because the floor is cooler there). I'm busy filling out paperwork for Seamus's AKC registration so I can enter him in events in the US. His Canadian registration came through finaly, so I am now his legal owner in both countries.

Glad you're enjoying The Poisonwood Bible; I know you love a good book, and that you'd like this one. I read it in audio form while on the commute, and loved every second.


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