Dad, myself, Ted, and Grant are all preparing to head down towards Savannah for a 4 day vacation. We plan on refreshing Colonel Smut’s War Chest. Meanwhile, this weather guy on the iMac is telling me that Hurricane Jeanne is heading our way, too.
I think I’m most impressed that there is a guy talking to me and showing me what is going on on the iMac. We may be rescuing the cache just in time.
Kathy was working in the yard today and came around to the front to find Clyde in the “sitting down” position (down in front and back) shaking all over. He looked very worried and could not respond to anything Kathy said.
Kathy was frightened, worried that Clyde had eaten the giant grub she had dug up when planting azaleas. She feared the grub was poisonous. She also thought perhaps Clyde was having a heat stroke from being in the sun, so she ran to get him some water. Stout followed her and was quite happy to drink some of the water Kathy set before Clyde. Stout was not at all concerned about his brother who was shaking violently and started swaying back and forth.
Kathy was very scared, and called me, leaving a message on my cell phone. She was able to coax and drag Clyde into the van to get him to the vet. By the time they arrived, he was fine.
The vet believes Clyde may have epilepsy, and that there is no way to predict whether he’ll have more seizures or how often. If he starts having them too frequently, Clyde will have to go on daily medication for the rest of his life.
Poor Clyde. He was scared by the whole thing. A blood test is currently underway, and he is enjoying the remnants of the valium shot the vet gave him “just in case.” I think it would have been better to give the valium to poor Kathy.
In a related conversation with the girls this evening, Kathy talked about the giant, long, white grub and how gross it was. She said it reminded her of a male body part. I objected strongly and cautioned she should not be making such associations for her young girls. Kathy thought at this point in their lives, she is fine with them having such associations. Grubs and I get no respect.
Kathy, Kelly, and I went to watch Mary Claire play soccer yesterday afternoon. It was a beautiful, cool sunny day. Perfect for us spectators. The opposing Norcross team, however, thought the fields were closed because of the rains from Ivan. What rains? The sky could not have been bluer.
The three coaches split the team in half and held a scrimmage. The coaches took positions on the field and were able to play + coach at the same time. Claire’s team is so good, that this became one of the most intense games she has yet played.
At one point, Claire was driving towards the goal and had to go one-on-one with one of the more fit and competitive coaches. With some fancy footwork, Mary Claire was able to literally trip up the coach, and he landed on the ground as she got it around him. He ended up with a bloody nose, and Claire was able to take a shot on goal! (Blocked by another coach playing goalie. Rats.)
Later that night, the fallen coach called and invited Claire to “play up” on another travel team. We think her current team is already playing up.
