I’m borne up, though, by Jackson’s attitude – and also Brené Brown’s – that being driven to one’s knees can be a salutary experience. For that, it seems necessary to salute the following realities: I do not have all the answers, I do not have even a few of them. And, if I should yield to past pattern and practice, and try to stay cool and unaffected in all this mess – and keep myself to myself – I will end up really down.
So I am devoutly happy to report that I have “given out” about this, as I believe the Irish say about being affected and self-expressing to others about it — and I am not alone. I’m not on my ass. Just on my knees. As of yet.
I’m not alone thanks to Kim, who has paid for a long-distance consult with a homeopathic vet for Fang’s upper respiratory issues. The vet thinks Fang has herpes, a condition Fang picked up before I got him and which is apparently now chronic. The vet said it isn’t so bad; we can control it with the homeopathic remedies. Yesterday was the first day I administered same. Part in Fang’s mouth, most all over the play mat.
Is he better today? Maybe? Kim warns that with homeopathy, sometimes things get worse before they get better.
And there’s the computer crisis. A computer virus infection has gobbled up $320.00, and four days of my life, so far. My laptop is apparently beyond hope; my ancient desktop is unbearably slow.
As this miserable progress has unfolded – it has taken from Thursday to Sunday, with repercussions still percussing as I write – Bugs began throwing up. At first I persuaded him to hold down minute amounts of watered chicken baby-food and slippery elm powder. By today he’s eaten two half-portions of a new cooked-chicken diet . . . and we’ll see.
And with all this, I’m having to shift over to a new photo program on this ancient desktop – which means a whole new learning curve and probably finally tackling Picasa, which I’ve been resisting precisely because I don’t want to strain my poor brain with it. Now I must; the Windows program on this old machine just won’t cut it.
But as I said, I’m not alone. A dear friend referred me to an independent computer person, who has helped me save almost all my back files. So here I’m able to post the last few pictures I edited on my now-defunct laptop.
And yet another dear friend has provided a money gift to sustain me over this frightening dead-zone of no reliable income – so I can pay for food etc., and computer repair, as I continue to dig for more employment.
I’m not alone. And I’m still able to share cat-pictures with you.
So as long as both are true, “down” is merely relative.
Here’s Bugs looking positively winsome, after a session with the nip.
And here’s Fang, also winsome despite health glitches.
And here’s what’s starting to crop up in the farmer’s markets round here:
Life Is A Peach.
I still feel that way. Thanks to dearest friends who’ve got my back, thanks to you dear readers – and as ever, thanks to The Cats. And let us pray that Bugs’s immune system is healthy and strong enough to permit this next close association, and still stay good — looks like Bugs may have his doubts: