the greyhound report
December 15th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
So, I promised to update on the Greyhound stuff — though to be honest there isn’t much to report, except that D and I are “approved.” I spent Sunday morning dusting and decluttering knick-knacks from low surfaces (tail swipe-ables) and generally collecting all our toxic liquids — Drano, mouthwash, shower cleaner — off the bathroom floors and stuffing them into cabinets. I worried briefly about how to wear my hair — what would make me look less like I haven’t had a haircut in six months? — though now I can’t even remember what I settled on. (I think I wore my hair down.) It made me think about how adopting a human child is probably one billion times more stressful, with that much more concern about how to wear one’s hair.
After all that, a man who looked like Charles Bronson, cowboy hat and all, rolled up to the house. (I felt rather stupid having worried about windexing the mirrors.) His greyhound was ADORABLE, and lent perspective re: having something akin to a mini horse winding around our apartment. We sat down and learned far too much about the breed (cue the gastrointestinal details), but still love them, especially how they twist to rest their heads on small pillows and look up at you just so.
So sometime after January 1 they’ll match us with two or three greyhounds and we’ll have to decide on one. This seems like a most difficult task: how do you choose? I’d like to think it will be obvious (you always hear about these mystical connections between people and dogs at the pound, but I think that people just say that so they feel better about the dogs left behind), but what if it’s not, and what if all three are equally charming? I guess D & I could flip a coin, or take them all.
Now I’m waiting for the rice cooker to finish with the jasmine rice. I made chana masala, but I added a zucchini to it, since I feel bad when I go a whole day with nary a bite of green. Sometimes I think about how hard it is to juggle all the boring facets of a healthy life — eating right, sleeping well, excercising, sleeping well, socializing — but then I realize that’s the entire basis of #firstworldproblems. LE SIGH.
