|Good Days, Bad Days
||[Mar. 22nd, 2009|02:31 am]
Seth Green is My Co-Pilot
I just finished my first Spanish assignment! Whooo-hooo! Only 3 more before my midterm. Of course, I procrastinated and I have to finish the entire course by May 6th, but I did take a year of Spanish in high school so I should be able to make the deadline.
I've also been writing again. Our new Reference Librarian started a poetry group and it's really helped goad me into writing. I might even start writing fanfiction again and fulfill all those past due obligations that I've been promising to write people for years.
This week's Dollhouse finally made me happy that I stuck with the series. A third of the way through the episode, I was cursing Joss' name but then he turned it around and convinced me that it was all time well spent.
Part of me is dreading Monday and part of me wishes it was already Tuesday. On Monday, we have to take my dog, Rhett (my sister named him so don't blame me), to the doctor and I have a feeling I know what the doctor is going to say. Rhett is 17 years old. He's been pretty spry for his age but the past few weeks, we've been noticing a major decline. He really doesn't know where he is or what is happening around him. He has trouble eating and drinking. We've been preparing ourselves for the past fews years but it doesn't make it any easier to say goodbye. I thought it would but it doesn't. It doesn't help that my mom has transferred all her feelings about my father's declining health to the dog. In the end, there is no cure of old age. We all know that. It just doesn't make it any easier.