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I have never had a case of poison oak that I'm sure of. I think I have it now. It doesn't itch. It's strawberry-red blotchiness on the inside of my shins from my ankles to my knees which becomes redder when I sit with my legs poitned down and less red when I lift my legs and rub them.
The pre-med in the house thinks it looks like allergic reaction, and the most logical thing for me to react to on my legs is poison oak which I do avoid but I also do traverse land with poison oak on it almost every day -- Lighthouse Field and Gloria's house.
Speaking of dogs, and aren't we always, did I mention I'm very slightly tempted by a New Orleans refugee dog at the vet's? Her name is Fancy, unfortunately, and she's about two, colored sort of like Truffle is but more russet where she is more tan, and she looks like Truffle would if her face was more like a dachshund's, you know, worried, with floppier ears, only she probably weighs half or less of Truffle's weight. She'll be available for adoption in mid-winter, at which point I will probably have forgotten all about it. Though I have to admit that traipsing about the woods in mushroom season with two short-legged dogs is atractive.
That's all. Poison oak and refugee dog. At another point there will be family complications, and the endless chapter fifteen, in which our guy agrees to "just a little bit more than last time, just a little bit sooner than iot should be" and he comes pretty close to dying. Not for the last time.
The pre-med in the house thinks it looks like allergic reaction, and the most logical thing for me to react to on my legs is poison oak which I do avoid but I also do traverse land with poison oak on it almost every day -- Lighthouse Field and Gloria's house.
Speaking of dogs, and aren't we always, did I mention I'm very slightly tempted by a New Orleans refugee dog at the vet's? Her name is Fancy, unfortunately, and she's about two, colored sort of like Truffle is but more russet where she is more tan, and she looks like Truffle would if her face was more like a dachshund's, you know, worried, with floppier ears, only she probably weighs half or less of Truffle's weight. She'll be available for adoption in mid-winter, at which point I will probably have forgotten all about it. Though I have to admit that traipsing about the woods in mushroom season with two short-legged dogs is atractive.
That's all. Poison oak and refugee dog. At another point there will be family complications, and the endless chapter fifteen, in which our guy agrees to "just a little bit more than last time, just a little bit sooner than iot should be" and he comes pretty close to dying. Not for the last time.
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