I am trying really hard to be sunny -- but really, the snot fairy has moved in with all of her white trash relatives -- the sore throat ogre, the tearing eyes gnome, the Imp of Sneeze and there are beer cans and overflowing ashtrays all over my body. Plus, my back hurts in that low dull achey, annoying kind of way.
Dear friends all around me have lost or are in the process of losing four-legged companions and boy, do I know how that feels. Not able to sleep, what with the Redneck Germ Party going on, I got ambushed in the bathroom at 4:15 this morning by Gene Weingarten's article about old dogs in the Post magazine. Not that my eyes could get any redder or swollen, nor my nose more runny, but I gave it my best shot and went for that cool petechiae thing you get when you really get a good bawl going.
But I pulled myself together -- after all, there's so much to be grateful for. There's a brand new mini-pyrate, well, pyrate-queen, I guess. And just this past weekend, I was thinking that despite all the trauma of the past year, I have never felt so well-loved by so many and had so many solid-as-a-rock friends that I could depend upon. Having spent a good part of my life being the only rock in the room, it feels GOOD.
Plus, I'm a New England WASP and wallowing for longer than 15 minutes is unseemly and self-indulgent.
So, when I realized that Percy's tail has probably been broken (the last quarter of it is just dangling downward) and that means I'm going to have to drag my sorry sick self to the vet's for more trauma and bills...I just laughed. Broke his tail. What a galoot!
Dear friends all around me have lost or are in the process of losing four-legged companions and boy, do I know how that feels. Not able to sleep, what with the Redneck Germ Party going on, I got ambushed in the bathroom at 4:15 this morning by Gene Weingarten's article about old dogs in the Post magazine. Not that my eyes could get any redder or swollen, nor my nose more runny, but I gave it my best shot and went for that cool petechiae thing you get when you really get a good bawl going.
But I pulled myself together -- after all, there's so much to be grateful for. There's a brand new mini-pyrate, well, pyrate-queen, I guess. And just this past weekend, I was thinking that despite all the trauma of the past year, I have never felt so well-loved by so many and had so many solid-as-a-rock friends that I could depend upon. Having spent a good part of my life being the only rock in the room, it feels GOOD.
Plus, I'm a New England WASP and wallowing for longer than 15 minutes is unseemly and self-indulgent.
So, when I realized that Percy's tail has probably been broken (the last quarter of it is just dangling downward) and that means I'm going to have to drag my sorry sick self to the vet's for more trauma and bills...I just laughed. Broke his tail. What a galoot!
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Date: 2008-10-07 03:31 pm (UTC)I apologize if I'm one of the Sob Sisters who added to your snot load, BTW. I put that stuff out as a kind of purgative of the soul, without having much consideration for the people who have to read it. But I admit I cannot begin to compete with Gene Weingarten.
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Date: 2008-10-07 03:57 pm (UTC)Give Percy a scritch for me.
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Date: 2008-10-08 12:22 am (UTC)