I am not sure where the day went today but it is now the evening.
The other day I made a comment about every minute passing is one minute closer to death. I thought it was funny but it went down like a lead balloon. But it is true. So what is the big deal if I stated the bleeding obvious?
Anyway, today I had to take Mr Benny for some more training to learn how to walk properly on a leash. He is pulling on the lead and being a bit of a pillock. It is at about this age the the dogs are becoming young teenagers. His behaviour has become more assertive and attention seeking. This morning I was in the bedroom and he grabbed onto my pyjama pants and nearly pulled them down. After telling him off he then bit my bare feet and I jumped on the bed to get away from him. Normally I would just put him outside for doing that but I was talking on the phone when it happened.
The breeder I bought him from is also the trainer so I went to her house and we then went to a local park to do some dog work. Benny is now has a harness around his face which is the equivalent to a martingale on a horse. It stops him from lunging ahead and teaches him to walk with a loose lead.
I can't say he was duly impressed with the new harness but it does not hurt and he certainly changed his walking method. It will be likely he has to use this method until he is twelve months old. With my previous dog the thing to use was a choker chain but I don't like using that for Benny as it is quite cruel in comparison to using a harness.
The trainer is very chatty, very intense and I was with her for over two hours. By the time I got home I was so tired and headachy that I had to forgo my Saturday evening walk and stay home.
My morning was taken up with, well, not sure actually. It just kind of passed me by without my doing anything concrete.
S went off to do his volunteer work at the local charity shop. He steamed clothes for two hours before hanging them up. K did his Saturday morning bike ride.
One thing that I did enjoy this morning was having the newspaper delivered. I used to get it every Saturday and Sunday but the subscription ran out about ten months ago and I did not bother to renew it. Last week I renewed it for six months and this morning the first one arrived all rolled up in plastic on the driveway.
Having fallen into the habit of only reading the newspapers online, I had forgotten how much I enjoy reading the paper on the weekend. It is just wonderful opening the broadsheet and scanning each page for articles. Sadly, this particular newspaper is about to change from broadsheet to tabloid in size and I feel rather sad about that. Although, it will make it easier for two people to read the paper at the table.
I recently went through all the songs on my iTunes and deleted a lot of them. Downloaded some new music and now I feel all excited when I get into the car and put the music on. I downloaded the best of Leonard Cohen and it occurred to me that I knew his music without knowing it was his music. He was around when I was very, very young so I would not have put his name to the music. It was just music to me.
Today as I was driving along a song by Bruce Springsteen came on play list. Now, I like some of his music but definitely not all. One of the songs I cannot even listen to and it starts like this:
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night.
Once I hear those words I have to pass on to the next song. It is not just the words, it is the way they come out of his mouth. It makes me cringe. Tonight I looked up the words and laughed when I read that it actually is about an event that happened. You can read about it here. It was obviously a major event but I still can't bring myself to listen to a song that starts with those words.
Words to songs can make or break a song can't they? I know songs that I feel have great melody and very stupid words. Also musically dreadful songs with wonderful lyrics.
One of the other cd's I loaded onto iTunes was the best of Leo Sayer. He was so big in the 1970's. I loved his music as a young girl. When I hear the start of some of his songs I think back to where I was in life at that time.
Am still using my morning light therapy gadget.
The main thing I have noticed is that for the past two nights I slept through.
My anxiety is still very high but my depression has settled to a less intrusive level.
So maybe it works.
And that is my Saturday.
Loosely based on other Saturday's. Even fairly close to a Sunday.
But nothing like a Tuesday.