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Saturday, January 13 2018
Yesterday Gretchen was handling Neville as she always does and was alarmed to discover an oddly-shaped lump in his face. It centered near his left-cheek's lower whisker bump and seemed to lie entirely inside the skin, that is, not attached to it. What was alarming was its size and shape. Not only was it over an inch in length (and a half inch in width), but it wasn't just an oblong mass. It had several lobes, giving it the sort of complexity that rarely comes from an infection. Neville wasn't even recovered from his knee surgery, and now he was needing to see a vet about an entirely different malady. This morning Gretchen set up an appointment at the Hurley vet for 10:30am, and we both went, along with both dogs (we often bring both dogs to the vet, even when only one is needing attention). Today we had the only other vet beyond Hurley's main one that we like, a relatively young woman with a good sense of humor who's been especially good for euthanasia. She agreed that the mass in Neville's face was troubling but that it could still be an infection. She took a few pin-prick samples to send to a lab and then gave us a course of antibiotics. If it's infection, she told us, the antibiotics would produce observable results in a day to so.

At the bank, while Gretchen was discovering that we had $10,000 less in our accounts than she'd thought (due to a late cashing of an enormous real estate tax check she'd written to a local government), I had a robot prepare me a cup of coffee, my first caffeine since last Saturday.

Later I drove to Uptown Kingston and went to a fairly crowded Outdated to meet my old freelance employer, Alex, the keywording professional who had me build an amazing web-based keywording program that communicates with Adobe Lightroom on a personal computer. It seems Alamy has changed their keywording import specifications, and Alex needed me to change the program to account for these changes. Alex doesn't have much money to pay me for my work, but I'm assuming he has enough to pay me for the changes he needs. In the meantime, he bought me a vegan tempeh reuben and a cup of coffee. Later we talked about the absurdity that is the presidency of Donald J. Trump. For some reason Alex was infuriated at Dick Durbin for the humbrage he'd taken at Trump's "shithole" comment. Alex was also concerned that all of the Hudson Valley's local Democratic politicians are fresh transplants from New York City, presumably lacking the connections to be taken seriously by Hudson Valley's citizenry. I should mention that the tempeh reuben was not very good. Outdated is using kimchi and not sauerkraut, though I don't think that is the problem. I think it has something to do with their vegan "cheese." Alex had gotten some sort of shitake/bean soup, and that looked much better.
I drank three cups of strong Outdated coffee, so I was pretty jacked up for my drive out the the Tibetan Center thrift store on the "way" home. There wasn't a whole lot for me there, though I did find a USB cable ending with an odd mini connector. At this point, my policy is to buy every such weirdly-terminated USB cable, since they probably belong to a device that I either recently got there (or will soon). Strangely, though, the cable I got today does not match any of the seven or eight cheap digital cameras I've accumulated.
The weather turned colder over the course of the day, and I thought it important to take care of some procrastinated business down at the brownhouse and greenhouse. I swapped out the brownhouse shitcan, replacing the one there (it was nearly 4/5 full) with an empty. This was the first replacement since late February of 2017, meaning the accumulated shit represents ten and a half months of defecation (though in recent months I've been more likely to shit in the house than venture out to the brownhouse).
Another important task was to water the various tropical plants in the greenhouse. It was good to take advantage of the lack of snow, which (when there's any amount of it) tends to make it difficult to open the downstairs greenhouse door. Inside the greenhouse, I found the subfloor excavation filled to the drainage pipe with water from recent rains. I also discovered a hanging pot of flowers from the summer appeared to have died since my last visit, though that was probably more from lack of water than from cold. Despite brutally-frigid temperatures persisting for nearly three weeks, there didn't appear to be any cold-related damage to the greenhouse plants.


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