Timber's new WUBBA

One of Timber's favorite toys is theKuz ball. It's about the size of a grapefruit, stands up to strong chewing without showing a trace of wear, even after a year--the squeaker still works!--and it has two little feet.

He brings this to me every night when I go back to the bedroom to read before bed, and we play a little while (this is what we were playing with when I lost my contact the other night). It's kind of awkward to play tug with--I can only grab the feet between my knuckles, and it's hard to hold on to--so the other day I bought him a Wubba. It came yesterday, and I accidentally squeaked it as I got it out of the box.

Cute baby Timber stood up on his back feet, without touching the kitchen counter which he knows he's supposed to stay off of, and craned, trying to see what I had up there. I gave it to him, and he's been carrying it around with him ever since--

except when Taenzer, who is jealous, steals it from him. Then I play with her--gently, because of her teeth--and hold the tail out, which gives Timber enough courage to come grab it. He doesn't give a hang about her teeth and just yanks it loose. While I was home for lunch today, it must have changed dogs about a dozen times.

However, at the moment, Taenzer is sitting looking out the window at the other end of the futon I'm sitting on, and Timber and his new Wubba are back in the bedroom communing.

I'm surviving with these glasses, but I'll be very glad when my replacement contact arrives. My depth perception is still messed up--I miss things I'm reaching for by a couple of centimeters, that kind of thing, and I hang onto the bannister going down steps because I can't quite tell where they are. And there's this combination of peripheral vision and the line where the bifocals are that Taenzer occasionally pushes her orange ball through when we're outside, and when she gets that exact spot, I always jump because it looks like something's coming right at me, even though she's actually going *across*, from one side of me to the other. But I expect I'll get a little more used to them every day.

I've ripped out the 2nd sleeve of the tweedy jacket/sweater again. I was almost finished with it before I noticed that my tension had tighted up considerably. Not only was it noticeable, but the sleeve was visibly smaller than the first sleeve. So I've gone up a needle size and switched from slick metal needles to wooden ones with more of a grip, to make myself work more loosely. Sheesh.