Home, for a while

It was a pretty slow day at "work" today; in fact some people were let go early. I did my whole 4 hours of job assessment, finishing by putting lamps together. Some things are kind of obvious; I didn’t look at the instructions until the third or fourth lamp.

Last night on "60 Minutes" a couple who lives in the Okavango wilderness of Africa was profiled; they have been filming lions specifically for 35 years. They have added to the knowledge of big cats, upending some previously held beliefs.

"Cats don’t do that", some scientists smugly claimed, when told of the things that couple had witnessed, and, paraphrasing here, they said, "oh yeah? We’ve got video evidence" Shut those scientists up, right now.

Ha ha ha

God, wouldn’t THAT be wonderful? Taking pictures and learning new things?

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A lioness was followed for years; her three cubs were followed too. One was run over by buffalo and had it’s back broken. There was not a thing the lioness could do, and the video of her trying to help her cub, then realizing she couldn’t do anything for him, and walking away, sadly, hit me hard. It reminded me of my Blacky Cat, who died in January. I couldn’t do anything for him; if I had had some money, I would have tried, but I had none and couldn’t go into debt (more debt, as a matter of fact) to save him – or not.

God, that HURT. It still hurts. All I could do in the end was take him to the vet’s and have him "put to sleep".

(by the way, I hate that euphemism viscerally)

It was, I tell myself, my last gift that I could give him, to ease his way out of this life. I had him 11 and a half years, from when he was 8 weeks old. I KNOW I gave him a good life

excuse me, smoke’s getting in my eyes

and did best I could for him ALL of his life. It doesn’t hurt any less though.

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It is a beautiful day today, and this will be short; I need to go make that car payment. It is just about the last of my cash, but my K* is sending more, and I’ll pay it and have my car another month – until 2013, at least, and, I hope, longer.

I have a story in mind to write – not fiction, but a story of this life, and I’ll try to think it over on my way to and from the Credit Union.

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dontcha hate how these tears get flung onto your glasses when you blink?

 

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