The Tim Update

Thanks, everyone, for the e-mails, phone calls, and questions and concern about Tim. I don’t think he had any pain meds on Wednesday, unless early in the morning. He says he’s not in pain, just uncomfortable because the chest tube is still in. I guess they got delayed doing a CT scan that had been planned all day. Once they do that, if everything looks okay, they’ll remove the tube, then probably take some X-rays to make sure his lung stays okay. If all looks well, he should be able to come home. So we’re hoping for Thursday (in time for Survivor!).

If they don’t let him come home, they’ll have to answer to Rex.

I took him some beef stew and cornbread tonight which I’m guessing was superior to his hospital food. He was bored out of his mind, so I came home and got him some books, a journal, a little electronic Yahtzee game (Jim gave it to me on one of his trips here because I got all obsessed with it), and a deck of cards. It would be better if he could get up and walk around, but as long as the tube’s in, he can’t. They can do the CT scan anytime during the night, so I figure it’ll happen just as he finally falls asleep.

Another Saturday night

I keep having those little tremors of excitement inside, the kind you have when something really, really good is about to happen. I’m sure it wasn’t because of this:

even though that IS my first attempt to make an alfredo sauce to put with chicken and pasta. Tim and Tom would have to say whether it was a success. Though I must tell you that the asparagus was totally rocking, cooked to exactly the crispness that I like. (And everyone at The Compound will have asparagus pee tonight, always an occasion. We don’t get out much, you know.)

Actually, it’s that “we don’t get out much” thing that helps fuel my excitement. I’m not big on traveling. Oh, occasionally I enjoy getting away, but since I don’t like to fly, and I never want to fly over water, the idea of going to Europe or anywhere else off this continent is in no way appealing to me. For that reason, when someone I care about does take that kind of trip and is excited about it, I don’t feel anything but bliss for them. No wistfulness, no envy, no jealousy–nothing but happiness for their happiness.

All day long, I’ve been thinking of Lindsey and Rhonda. Lindsey left this morning for Bangkok via Tokyo. Rhonda left tonight for Bangkok via Paris. While they wished they could be traveling together, in a way, I think it’s also exciting that they’re having separate adventures that will end up with both of them in the same place, full of experiences to tell each other. Plus they’ll be having their reunion on what is almost their first wedding anniversary. What a romantic and exciting way to celebrate another year in their life together.

Not only do I get to be happy for them, but their trip means Tim gets to take care of Sugar at The Compound while they are gone.


Poor Sugar. Isn’t it a terrible thing to be left in Tim’s care?

There’ll be a period of adjustment for Margot and Guinness, but it’s Rex who’s acting a little different. He likes Sugar. They even play together when she feels more at home. But Rex has suddenly turned into this big baby who wants to be close to Tim all the time. Of course, he’s always devoted to Tim, but this is more along the lines of, “I’m still your number one dog, right, right, RIGHT? Why are you holding that other dog? Look at how CUTE I am. Am I not the most endearing dog ever?” Guinness must sense that Rex is needy, because she even let him lie across her paws today and didn’t try to take his bone away when he was doing his, “Look at me! I’ve got a bone! Am I not the cutest dog ever with this bone?”

He kind of is…

For all you treehuggers

Friday, Lynne and I had lunch at Beck’s (great name) on Westheimer. The burgers, steak sandwiches, and fries are good, but the food isn’t really why we go there. We go when we need tree energy.

You may recall from this post* that I have a thing for live oaks. Or you may have guessed as much from the way live oak history and trivia found its way into THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE. I think they are just fantastic trees, and we visited a couple of them today at Beck’s. I took some photos that I’ll put behind a cut.

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Sundayish

It keeps thundering, which means I have a quivering Margot under my feet. [Edit: As the only dog who doesn’t get mentioned in all of this post, I need to say her name: Guinness. Done. She’s very sensitive. 😉 ] Hopefully, no electrical issues will keep me from writing, because I’m a day behind. Yesterday, I made the decision to leave my computer and take care of things that I’ve put off for a while. For example, I went to the airport post office (thought of you, Mark!) to mail some packages that were long overdue to be shipped out.

Then I spent the afternoon at a tire place to get four new tires on Jet. Tom did this last week for his car and offered to take care of mine, but I figured that being out in the suburbs (airport!) was a good opportunity to get it done.

Okay, honestly? I took that route through the suburbs not for tires, but because I wanted to go to Krystal and get Krystal burgers, which either is meaningless to you (because you’ve never had one) or you’re wondering, Were you DRUNK? Because that’s when most people eat Krystals, and no, I wasn’t. It’s just that when you CAN’T get something outside the South, and suddenly you can, but only if you drive twenty-five miles, what was once a late-night-after-the-bars-mistake becomes DESIRABLE BEYOND COMPARE. Probably a lot like that guy we’ve all regretted taking home once, hmmmm?

After I had four new tires, it seemed only right to fill Jet with gas (cheaper in the right place in the suburbs) and get it washed. I vacuumed it out myself. If you know me, that’s a lot more shocking than those Krystals, because my friend Jeff trained me to get my car cleaned by someone else, and though I’ve given up many luxuries to be a full-time writer, the two I maintain are getting my car done and expensive bed linens. A girl’s gotta have her standards.

Since I was out in the vicinity of Green Acres, I finally went by and met Jess and Laura’s new dog. Here are some photos from my doggie moments yesterday. Um, I DID miss shooting one doggie moment: Seig HIKING HIS FREAKING LEG ON ME. Fortunately, I dodged him, and I have NO idea why he decided to mark me. I mean, we’ve SLEPT together; he knows I’m his! (At least when Rex is not around–I’m fickle.) According to Laura, he probably wanted the new dog Sam to know it, too. Whatever. Some people go to dog parks or Manhattan bars for that kind of action, but it’s not my thing.

dog photos here

Photo Friday, No. 54

This week’s Photo Friday theme: Vacation.

About this photo:

April of 2001 in Houston was the first time that the four writers who make up the Timothy James Beck team were all together in the same place after having known each other for nearly four years. We did work that week–we were asked to write a sitcom script–but It Had to Be You was already with the publisher and we hadn’t yet firmed up He’s the One, so it was also a vacation. We laughed in a way that we’d never be able to laugh again when we were all together, because that fall, everything would change.

I love all the photos from that Texas gathering, but this one of Timothy Forry, taken while we were all goofing off at Niko Niko’s, is one of my favorites because he’s giving me a little attitude.

Not for the squeamish

I do still have photos from NYC and maybe even from NOLA that include actual people that I want to get on here. However, something interesting happened when I was in New York. I kept meeting people who read Tim’s and my LiveJournals. Upon hearing that they did, I expected the following questions:

1. How do you guys write together?
2. When’s your next book out?
3. Does Timothy J. Lambert really sleep in the buff?
4. What’s the deal with BBQ Fritos and how can I make Greg Herren send them to me?
5. Should I buy Famous Author Rob Byrnes a drink or donate money for his suite at Betty Ford?

But no. The most frequent question was, “What got you on the raw food kick for your dogs, and tell me more about it.”

Evidence that people love dogs more than reading, eating, and getting info on hot men.

After my dogs died in 2000 and then Margot and Guinness came to us, I stopped buying any commercially prepared dog food except Wysong. We fed them dry and flavored it with Wysong’s canned organs, beef, and chicken. But when I researched foods before I decided on Wysong, I kept finding people who recommended raw diet. There were parts (ha ha) of the raw diet that grossed me out, and I just didn’t think I could do it. I was satisfied with Wysong, and my dogs gave their hearty approval of it, so that was good enough for me.

Then River came along with his many health problems, and Tim researched how diet might exacerbate or eliminate some of those problems. Again, raw diet kept being touted. There were (and are) plenty of people against raw feeding for dogs, but they were usually people who hadn’t tried it. Some vets don’t approve of raw diet. They weren’t educated to use it, and frequently, their nutrition teachers in vet schools came from companies like Science Diet, the food you most often see sold in vet clinics. I’m not anti-Science Diet, and I’m pro-Wysong. But I wanted to get away from all commercial food, because, for example, it bothered me that Guinness scratches so much. She seems to have a problem with yeast that leads to chronic ear infections. Could it be something in her dry food causing the problem?

Those who tried raw diet talked about better breath, better coats, less skin problems, better stools, less allergies, cleaner teeth (healthy teeth are an indicator for a longer lifespan in dogs as well as people, which is why vets now offer to clean your dog’s teeth), less joint problems, less health issues that led to vet visits. Having spent thousands of dollars on three sick dogs, fewer costly vet visits sounded good. My dogs get two checkups a year, and they always will. But if anything could spare us the heartbreak of putting another three dogs to sleep, before the full life expectancy of their breeds and after a range of mystery illnesses, it was worth trying.

It’s a sad fact of life that most of us with a normal lifespan will outlive many dogs and cats who bless our lives with their love and companionship. But if something offers the hope of keeping them with us longer–and in good health during that longer life–it just makes sense. Still, though Tim and I talked about it, we knew it was going to take work, research, time, energy, and commitment, and other things seemed more pressing.

Then the pet food recall and all those animal deaths hit the news. Although none of the foods we used were involved, it seemed the story kept developing, with more disturbing details and more products added. It was the right time to jump. We’re lucky enough to have a raw food supplier in Houston, so I went there first, to get food and advice. (All that information is also available on the Internet.) Now we’re doing it all ourselves. If we ever have to board our dogs, I can see going back to her because she sells raw diet in forms that would make it easier for a vet or a kennel to feed them.

Raw diet is time consuming, I don’t deny that. My time per week probably averages five hours, mostly because I sometimes have a difficult time finding the right food at our grocery stores and making sure it’s from the USA (not China). I’m also stuck begging butchers for help, which always entails explaining things like how uncooked bones will NOT hurt the dogs. Uncooked bones are soft, and it’s fun to see the pleasure in the dogs’ eyes as they crunch on chicken and turkey necks or chunks of catfish with the bones still there. This was the biggest obstacle I had to overcome about feeding raw. I was convinced that my dogs were going to choke or get perforated intestines and die because of bones. I’m still a little iffy about rib bones, but the dogs have had no problem with the smaller bones at all. And we’ve always given large marrow bones to them as a treat. Even after they’ve cleaned them, they like to gnaw on those bones, which is great for their teeth.

Other benefits of raw food, just like I was promised: better breath, whiter teeth, stronger jaws, better weight management, less scratching, shiny coats, better sleep habits, smaller, healthier stools (I regret to say that The Compound Canines have been known, on occasion, to be poop eaters, but with raw diet, that has stopped!). Of course, the benefits I most hope for will only be evident over the long term. The dogs are completely off any dry food now, and getting all raw.

Behind the cut, I’m putting photos with more specific information about what’s working for us. If you can endure pictures of raw stuff, check it out. If you can’t, then all I can say is, yes, Tim does sleep in the buff, and no, I don’t have photos to prove it.

more about the Compound Canines’ raw diet here

The post about eating and sleeping in Manhattan


Hot guy in Chelsea Savoy Hotel room.

When IT HAD TO BE YOU came out in 2001, Jim, Tom, and I rented a NYC apartment for the few days we were there. It was off Sutton Place, and I’ll confess that it was the best place I’ve ever stayed in NYC. It was perfect for having friends with us (James! Kenneth! Steve!), meant we had an actual kitchen at our disposal, and our writing partners Tim and Timmy got to hang out with us there as if we were real residents of Manhattan. It also had antiques, thick white towels in the bathroom, family portraits and art set off by good lighting, and a grand piano.

Mostly, I’m accustomed to Manhattan hotels with cramped rooms, miniature elevators (if available), and tiny bathrooms.

Though some reviewers have said the Chelsea Savoy is a no-frills hotel, I wonder if they’re people who’ve either had someone else (like an employer) pay for more upscale Manhattan hotels for them in the past, or else they haven’t been in many affordable hotel rooms in the city. Because I was dumbfounded, first by the size of the elevator–it was NORMAL!–then by the size of the room (not huge, but by no means cramped), and a real bathroom that could actually be moved around in! I have no complaints with the hotel at all. It was clean and new and quiet, and I’m not a high-maintenance guest in any case, either with housekeeping or the desk staff. So I was satisfied. And according to Tim, I didn’t snore, so I guess he was satisfied, too.

A couple of doors down from the hotel was a deli that I loved because the guys working there were nice and made me smile every time I went in. They also doctored my really hot coffee just the way I like it. Yay, deli men. (Until I started visiting NYC, I didn’t know that there, a “deli” isn’t a restaurant, but what we in the South call a “convenience store,” albeit on a much smaller scale.)

The thing is… as endearing as Chelsea can be, I have to confess that my heart lies north of there, and by that, I mean Hell’s Kitchen. I’ve spent more time there. There are always people on the sidewalks, so I never feel unsafe walking alone, even at midnight. I like everything it’s close to. I like the restaurants and the little bars. Maybe it’s familiarity, maybe it’s that Tim’s love for his old neighborhood influenced me, but Midtown is more comfortable to me.

Still, I took a little morning walk around Chelsea because I knew its quieter residential streets would offer up some prettiness.
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