The Emergency Room

So with all the skipping and jumping for joy after the first ride at the fair, I didn't see the power cords on the ground and I tripped over them. I spent the rest of the night in the Emergency Room downtown, where they treat people without insurance. Too many people don't have insurance and it's a huge act of cruelty and down-right mean-ness. But because of all the emergencies, I never got seen last night and I had to go back to a doc-in-a-box today.
I should have had stitches, but it will heal and it'll leave a fantastic scar on my knee. I did get to experience having my pants leg cut away by dudes with flashlights. (At least I think they had flashlights- it's rapidly becoming a blur).
And we first went to a private clinic but they were closed and the staff was leaving. One of the doctors there sat down on the sidewalk with me and examined the gaping hole in my knee by the headlights of Lindsay's rental car and told me that I needed stitches. He was nice about it while not helping me.
For the horrible state of healthcare in this country, I blame the patriarchy.

The Fair

So I went to the fair with the Egyptology Graduate Student Association last night. I was very excited about it and very, very happy. Note me looking happy, petting the camel. It was so fun and I ate a deep fried twinkie and rode a really fun ride with Dani. The ride went upside down and it was so fun and nobody else would ride it. And I was feeling all cool and happy and skipping around. That's where I screwed up, really. The skipping around part and high-fiving myself after the ride.

Jenny, Eternal Ruler of The Two Lands

For those of you who may not know, I have another blog where I'm trying to keep up with my thoughts on ancient Egypt. www.jennysegyptology.blogspot.com
A psychic in Arizona once told me that I had a past life in Egypt, but I didn't know until now that I was a sphinx :)
Apparently I've had a lot of past lives and been an artist in most of them. I think I got the link to my Egyptology blog right. Anyway, it's mainly for my own fun.

Among-us, the fungus

I took Gilligan out at 8:30 PM for his last perambulation of the day. We got half a block from home when I saw these. It had rained buckets last night and this morning, so I guess all the rain brought these mushrooms. After our walk, I grabbed the camera and dragged Gilligan back to the yard two houses down to get this picture. It was just too cool not to photodocument. Unfortunately, all the rain has made a funky smell in my apartment. It is a very unpleasant smell and I suspect that it comes from a very wet dog getting some of the very old furniture wet. But I can't identify the source within the apartment. Oh well. At least these pretty mushrooms are nice - and kinda spooky.

Brain Fruit

I took Gilligan to the dog park today and we found these. There were 2 trees beside a pond at the dog park that were FULL of these things that looked like brains. The dog park here in Memphis is a huge pasture with ponds and there's not a double gate. It's almost like home for Gilligan and he LOVED it!!! When we got there, Gilligan ran down the hill and jumped into the closest pond. He swam the rest of the time we were there. I didn't realise that he liked to swim that much. Next time I'll bring the camera.

Gilligan becomes a TN dog...

Gilligan is adjusting well to a caged life in an apartment without a doggie door. We go out for walkies at least 4 times a day. In the second picture if you look to the left just ahead of us, you can see the frat house where we had to go to borrow a phone and a phone book when I locked us out. In the third, if you look carefully over Gilligan's back, you can see one of the University of Memphis signs. Gilligan gets to choose the route, but we never go more than 2 blocks away from home base because he gets VERY tired. In the fourth picture you can see our apartment building ahead and across the road. We are almost home. Gilligan is exhausted. In the last picture you can see our front door on the walkway above. Gilligan did not want to go up the big steps and led me around to the shallower steps. My sweet geriatric doggie. I love him.

NFL star and us

I am not much of a sports fan. But apparently this guy, Chris Gray, has had the longest NFL career of anybody from the Homewood High School class of '88. He's a heavy dude, but we managed to lift him anyway :)