Sunday, December 31, 2017

The Year that Wasn’t and a Miracle

When did 2017 go away and what did I do a whole year?

Well, I don’t really know… I worked.  Drove up to the gate of Area 51. Solved a lot of limits and derivatives. Cooked. Watched some Supernatural, some X-Files, a lot of Ancient Aliens, read a few books, but far fewer than I would’ve hoped for, and basically didn’t write one proper word of fiction. (I thought about it a lot, about this story that I still hope to write one day.)

Overall I just had this overwhelming feeling of being swept off my feet by… by whom? Was it Time? Was it Life sneaking up on me? I don’t really know.

If I had to pick one great thing that happened this year, it would be my cat Blues being well again. If you read my post from one year ago, maybe you remember that he was very sick, his kidneys almost gone, and given not even two months to live. Two weeks ago his blood test results came normal. Is this a miracle, or what? It is, I think, and something else too. I’ll tell you how I think that Blues got well. In the New Year. Until then, be well. Happy New Year!

Sunday, May 07, 2017

Old Chick

well, it seems as if the chick has misplaced her quill
which shouldn’t really be such a big deal
or, perhaps, she has just lost her wit
hang in here for a while — while she looks for it

The Chick is ten years old today. Yay! Wow! Yay? Wow?

Tuesday, January 24, 2017

30 years

Time has turned
the claws of your
when I think of you
it is just sweetness
by the bitterness
of tears

Sunday, January 01, 2017

Happy New Year, Everybody!

I wish everybody, big and small, a blessed, healthy 2017. Be kind to you and to those around you. Dream. Hope. Laugh. Dance.

(And if nothing else works, we could always follow the advice of my favorite angel, Castiel.)

On a more serious note, if you have a good thought to spare, please send it to this little fellow.

This is Blues, the child of a cat and a child of mine. He is four years old. He is the sweetest, gentlest, cutest, cuddliest cat I've ever met. In November, we have discovered that his kidneys are not well. Over Christmas, he's been in the hospital, on IVs. Now he's at home and doing much better. Here he is, asleep on my lap after he ate plenty of shrimp to celebrate the New Year.

(You can see where the fur was shaved for the catheter. His skin is grey where his fur is grey and pink where the fur is white...)

This, they say, is not a curable disease. The prognosis, they say, is guarded. Well, I intend to prove them wrong. Other people have done it. I do believe that there is more to all life on this Earth than we are generally taught there is. I do believe that we are all linked in ways much deeper than we could probably imagine. And if we do touch that deeper level then amazing, wonderful "miracles" could happen.

Blues seriously needs all the positive energy and all the good vibes he can get. So, please, do send some his way from the kindness of your heart.

Happy New Year!