Make some coffee in your vaccuum brewer with the usual amount of fresh grounds but about half the water. Put the desired amount of sugar in the blender, topped by the coffee and a chunk of Abuelita Mexican chocolate. Blend. Fill a glass with ice and whole milk about 3/4 high and pour that in the blender. Blend. YUM!
Abuelita is the bomb, if you can find it. The *best* hot chocolate I've ever had. It has a cinnamony quality. It comes in a yellow box with the picture of a kindly grandmother, and it's a Nestle product.
Went to the doc yesterday. Got meds, thank god. They put in a referral for me to a urologist to see why I get these recurring bladder infections. She said to arrive to the appointment with a full bladder and then the docs will probably give me a catheter or something and monitor how I pee. That sounds positively horrifying. I'm halfway hoping that my case will fall between the cracks, although it would be nice to never worry about bladder infections again. I mean, like, if they could find what the problem is and fix it, which is dubious.
As long as I can remember, I'd periodically get a stinging sensation in my urethra. I now know that's a result of not drinking enough water. But then I thought I was being punished for being an inherently bad person; I was so filled with shame by my dad's molestations and my mother's constant screaming and scolding.
Miss Heidi went pee and poop on her morning walk, yay yay. I've been feeding her a mixture of green beans, unseasoned rice, and canned salmon, and her poop looked good, not runny (her system didn't take well to the chicken noodle soup I fed a couple of days ago). We walked past some balloons tied to a sign on the neighboring apartment property [WHY do apartments do that? Do balloons automatically make people say, "wow, that's a great place to live -- look at the balloons"? Plus it's so environmentally wasteful.]. Heidi was scared of the balloons and started barking at them. We gave the balloons a wide berth but I encouraged and praised Heidi; it was the first time I'd seen her tail up in the air. Normally it's firmly glued to her backside.
Got a call from the spaniel rescue lady but she couldn't talk so I'm waiting for her to call me back. I really hope that they can take Heidi on. Heidi needs medical attention concerning her weeping eyes, and a foster or a forever home where she can live outside her crate! She also needs to be spayed so she won't be subjected to having more puppies. Heidi's teeth look good and I'm guessing that she's still quite young, between one and two years. If the rescue can't help, I'll be forced to take Heidi to a shelter. With any luck a no-kill shelter in town can help. Heidi's completely adoptable -- she likes people and other dogs, and she needs help to get over her fear.
Anyway.
My last doll sold, barely. I put a *lot* of work into her: hair highlights, facial contouring, not to mention several weeks of slaving over her eyes. And she didn't sell for much at all. Still, it's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick. At least I can say that all of my repaints have sold; some artists can't say that. And did I tell you? Some older repaints have come up on the secondary market, from prominent artists when they were first starting out, and you know what? Their work at that point wasn't nearly as good as mine is now. So that gives me hope.
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