Friday night is pizza night in our house. Homemade pizza. Dick chops, I put it together. It brings back many good memories of our dogs too. Both Petey and Pepper seemed to know when it was pizza night. On came the blues (or rock as it was tonight), and Dick and I worked either side of the workbench under close scrutiny of the dogs. Petey used to sit under the table (as it was in our old house), waiting for anything that dropped from "heaven". Pepper just watched intently, knowing that her stare could melt anyone eventually. Both could catch anything almost every time something happened to be "dropped" in their direction. Pepper still managed it the weekend before she died... ironically sweet red pepper's were one of her favorites but they both waited most patiently for the ends of the sausage...
Having spent 4 hours in the emergency room last night with Dick, I am grateful that we have health insurance. It all started with a phone call from Dick saying he had fallen off his bicycle on his way home from work, and would I come and collect him as he was a 'bit banged up'? I rushed there and the first thing I saw was that I could hardly see his eyes- he was having a severe allergic reaction to something that was manifesting itself in his sinuses. All he could remember was having a huge sneezing fit after he 'woke up' having fell off his bike. 'Woke up'?? He couldn't remember hitting his head, although the scrape on the right side of his forehead showed he'd definitely banged his head. His first concern, naturally, was that the bike and his laptop were ok. However, we did not hang around to check them over, we just loaded them into the car- after he taken an anti-histamine that I always keep in my bag. For Dick to say he is hurting is unusual enough,...
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