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sff_corgi_ljAnd 128.1 miles yesterday. That's a lot of driving. The difference was due to meeting Cindy after a wrong turn on I-65, then stopping at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
annechen67's after a wrong turn on SR 840, and a left turn onto I-10 because I was sick of I-75 and the Turnpike. I shoulda taken I-16 and clinched that one. Thank you, everyone, who inquired about the quality of my trip. :)
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Following the recommendation of one of my Flisties (was itagonistes? One of the Registry Wolves? Alas! I cannot remember.), I found an unabridged CD copy of Isabel Allende's Zorro, which was just as delightful as I'd been told. It worked wonderfully to facilitate 'Zen driving' Saturday night/Sunday morning.
The people who manage the Zorro property commissioned Allende to write Zorro's origin story. Sure, everybody knows that he's the son of a Alta-Californian hidalgo who decided to fight injustice, but why? And how did he learn the skills that allowed him to be as successful as he was? Allende starts the story, just like Bujold did with Miles Vorkosigan, by telling how his parents met (modelled closely on a historical account from the same area of California). She expands the story to give credit and interest to both the native peoples and to women in Zorro's life — no so much wandering off track as seeing points of view unexplored by the original and subsequent authors.
Give it to Robert Rodriguez to make a movie out of it, please. :) He'll know how to keep the film as fun as the book. And he casts well (Banderas as Alejandro de la Vega, with age makeup?)
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Yesterday, all the driving was due to Annie (my R.A.D., Randomly Acquired Dog) going in for her spay operation. This required me to get my tuchus out of the house at least an hour earlier than normal, haul through morning rush-wave-front traffic to get to Coconut Grove, drop Annie off and listen to her fuss while D'Argo got his very expensive (OK, expensive for my current situation) annual shots and Sirius got his record started. My little boy did not appreciate the stick up his bum.
Got home, changed, paid part of the phone bill, rushed to work, where it was just fun-fun-fun with three major situations on top of the normal calls.
Took off after 15:00, plowed through unpleasant traffic to get back to the vet's (took at least 40 minutes); Annie was already awake and on her feet, but I carried her out anyway. I almost made her wait -- there was a two-month old French Bulldog on the exam table getting checked out. OMGWTCKH! They're ridiculously cute dogs.
Annie got dropped off, but then I had to go with traffic to get back to work. I missed checking the clock, but I estimate it took me between 1.5 and 2 hrs. Gah. Anyway, you can see how the miles added up. And it was time (2.5 hrs) I had to make up, too.
Annie's still feeling kind of weird and sore, but she's better today than yesterday of course, and perking up.
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Little Sirius is, of course, adorable — and floppy like a rag corgllie. My vet was rather fascinated by him being a half-collie, and wants to see what a 3/4 corgi would look like (fat chance, Marmesh). I'm wondering what he should dress like for Halloween... any suggestions?
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Pictures to follow eventually. :)
annechen67's after a wrong turn on SR 840, and a left turn onto I-10 because I was sick of I-75 and the Turnpike. I shoulda taken I-16 and clinched that one. Thank you, everyone, who inquired about the quality of my trip. :) Following the recommendation of one of my Flisties (was it
agonistes? One of the Registry Wolves? Alas! I cannot remember.), I found an unabridged CD copy of Isabel Allende's Zorro, which was just as delightful as I'd been told. It worked wonderfully to facilitate 'Zen driving' Saturday night/Sunday morning.The people who manage the Zorro property commissioned Allende to write Zorro's origin story. Sure, everybody knows that he's the son of a Alta-Californian hidalgo who decided to fight injustice, but why? And how did he learn the skills that allowed him to be as successful as he was? Allende starts the story, just like Bujold did with Miles Vorkosigan, by telling how his parents met (modelled closely on a historical account from the same area of California). She expands the story to give credit and interest to both the native peoples and to women in Zorro's life — no so much wandering off track as seeing points of view unexplored by the original and subsequent authors.
Give it to Robert Rodriguez to make a movie out of it, please. :) He'll know how to keep the film as fun as the book. And he casts well (Banderas as Alejandro de la Vega, with age makeup?)
Yesterday, all the driving was due to Annie (my R.A.D., Randomly Acquired Dog) going in for her spay operation. This required me to get my tuchus out of the house at least an hour earlier than normal, haul through morning rush-wave-front traffic to get to Coconut Grove, drop Annie off and listen to her fuss while D'Argo got his very expensive (OK, expensive for my current situation) annual shots and Sirius got his record started. My little boy did not appreciate the stick up his bum.
Got home, changed, paid part of the phone bill, rushed to work, where it was just fun-fun-fun with three major situations on top of the normal calls.
Took off after 15:00, plowed through unpleasant traffic to get back to the vet's (took at least 40 minutes); Annie was already awake and on her feet, but I carried her out anyway. I almost made her wait -- there was a two-month old French Bulldog on the exam table getting checked out. OMGWTCKH! They're ridiculously cute dogs.
Annie got dropped off, but then I had to go with traffic to get back to work. I missed checking the clock, but I estimate it took me between 1.5 and 2 hrs. Gah. Anyway, you can see how the miles added up. And it was time (2.5 hrs) I had to make up, too.
Annie's still feeling kind of weird and sore, but she's better today than yesterday of course, and perking up.
Little Sirius is, of course, adorable — and floppy like a rag corgllie. My vet was rather fascinated by him being a half-collie, and wants to see what a 3/4 corgi would look like (fat chance, Marmesh). I'm wondering what he should dress like for Halloween... any suggestions?
Pictures to follow eventually. :)
