TGIF Part 2

I got a little upset with the vet clinic today about their inability to call me with test results. I was told, way back in the beginning of NOVEMBER that they would call me to discuss the results of the urinalysis and blood test on Rusty. It is now DECEMBER and they had not called me to discuss said test results. I will get Rusty's next refill for his thyroid meds there, and then we're going somewhere else. In fact, I made an appointment with another vet (someone I just happened to go to high school with) for tomorrow morning. I refuse to deal with a clinic that can not follow-up with me.

And they always asked if I wanted to put Rusty on their doggy insurance plan. I kept saying no, because I didn't want to commit to always using that clinic because they hadn't proven their service as entirely wonderful yet. I made it abundantly clear when I called today (both times), that I was less than pleased with their customer service. So now we're moving on to another, hopefully better clinic.

Anyway, my piano is being tuned as I type. Hooray! I've been wanting my dad to come over and tune it for at least a month. If I had my way, it would be tuned every week. But that doesn't happen. However, now it will be good until next Thursday's jam session, which will be held at my house. (That's how I got him over here in the first place) When I was looking at houses, the one criterion that was the most important was there had to be an inside wall long enough for my piano. Beyond that, I didn't really have any other things, and I always said I'd know the house when I saw it. And I did. I have my piano wall.