graveyard walk snaps
architectural detail
and color-coordinated sky:
iowa underwater
holy cow. major flooding in iowa city, coralville and cedar rapids— my friend kristin, a book conservator, reports that they're evacuating the UI library and that the art museum has moved its artworks to chicago for the duration. news websites are populated with photos of rescue workers and business owners cruising the coralville strip in small motorboats and canoes. they've implemented the 500 year flood plain plan, for goodness' sake. parts of interstate I-80 are drowned and closed, and I'm not altogether sure I'll even be able to reach town for my visit next weekend. thankfully, so far it sounds and looks like my friends' homes are not among those underwater– but I'm sending out my best wishes and hopes for dry land to all those affected– I cannot even imagine the loss and slog…
(photos care of iowa city press citizen)
descriptive still lives
waiting out the rain
ice cream therapy
the day after georgie died, my honey took me to margie's candies for ginormous ice cream, hot fudge, and whipped cream concoctions. mine involved a banana and three different flavors of ice cream. mmmmmmm.
bi bim bop
this was a delicious meal. it is unfortunate that it was interrupted by a very sad phone call. but it was a delicious meal nonetheless.
in which I fall out of the spaceship
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fare thee well, big teddy bear dog
I have some very sad news– still pretty new to me, so I'm still kind of trying to process it– today mister george, akita and friend extraordinaire, died. the whole ordeal was pretty awful, actually, involving bloat, emergency taxi rides, visits to multiple animal hospitals, large bills, and, in the end, a phone call over bi bim bop not an hour after we left (once they had him stabilized and we'd decided to watch and see for 12 hrs) that he was on his way out, if we could make it there in 10 minutes I could see him, but he was going fast. a 15 minute drive away, I burst into tears, not for the first or last time today– but that was it.
my george is gone.
I am enormously grateful to and for chris, who was there beside me, helping me through the worst of it.
I am grateful to all the vets and techs who worked so hard to help george and who eased his pain and took such good care of him in his final hours.
but most of all I'm grateful to have had seven and a half years with my dear, dear friend. a truer heart I have never known.
