The Beacon Hill part 7

Work is still going ahead on the dollhouse, but progress has been extremely slow the last several weeks. Here's a slightly old shot of the whole house - since then I've done a bit more work on the interior and I've started the exterior as well. Yes that is a taxidermied duckling, his name is Sir Frances Drake.

Look! Stuff is happening!

Click the jump for the sad shitty stuff.

Almost two months ago, our dog bit my husband on the throat and face. We had to put her down. Jason's puncture wounds were pretty bad, but luckily they did not hit anything dangerous. The scary part was the infection that put him in the hospital for several days, and the surgeons nervously throwing around words like "flesh eating bacteria" and the subsequent exploratory surgery, which luckily did not find any such thing. He is recovering, he will be okay. He was on a crazed rotation of the strongest antibiotics made. They messed up his stomach fauna pretty badly, so he's been on another different one for the past week and a half.

At the same time, I started a new job as a Zookeeper, which has been AMAZING, but also physically strenuous and very stressful, considering my husband went into surgery on my second day of work, and Jason made me go in instead of staying with him in the hospital. I've been working there 3-4 days a week, which is actually a lot for my position (I am a relief keeper, so I'm supposed to be filling in holes in the schedule and working 1-2 days a week). I'm actually the keeper who is around the most for my routine, because it's the only one I'm trained on so I can't do any of the others, so I'm on Woods 3-4x a week, instead of rotating through all 7 routines.

We made friends with his favorite nurse.