“Dizzy used to tell me that I am playing too hard. He used to say to not give everything. Miles used to tell me that too.” ~ Freddie Hubbard
Let’s all overcome a potentially debilitating challenge today, k? Don’t leave me alone with this. Just don’t. Everyone needs peers. Even me, Mister . . . ummm, what was that word? Never mind.
My habitual early morning step outside the apartment (if you can call it an apartment. It’s really just a room) provided me with a moment of magical intensity. You see, I step outside when I first wake up, usually about 3:33 AM. Sitting in a sloppy Lotus position, on the wooden deck outside my door, I heard a horse whinny in the distance. I’ve not heard any horses around here before, so the novelty of the moment snapped my attention and my eyes toward the source direction, and exactly as my eyes locked in position a tiny and fast moving falling star graced the sky, on down to the western horizon. I love things like that! I was a science buff as a kid, especially astronomy. When I turned 50 years old I ceased to be a kid. On the threshold of 60 I am going back. The other way hurt too much, and there were no horses.
Our opening photo, in today’s EyeYotee blog post, is of the most remarkable cat I have ever known: Dizzy. You armchair animal activist? Feel free to focus on the bars of the cage. The auto-focus mode, on my Canon Power Shot SX150IS, focused on the cage bars rather than the cat, which is no surprise since the friggin rascally cat almost never stands still. Dude rocks, makes Eddie Van Halen look like a tortoise. Dizzy, as a young and tiny kitten, suffered the amoebic abuse of toxoplasmosis. Other kinds of abuse at the shelter are essentially apocryphal. Our staff veterinarian examined the kitten almost immediately. We found Dizzy (who was named before the onset of the illness), one day, with his head all tilted to the left, and obviously in a state of acute distress. Doc’s treatment was applied and the cat got better, rather quickly to boot, but the disease left him with what seems to be a chronic tilt of the head, and if my theory is correct he also was left with an acute case of comic ADHD. He’s kinda the Robin Williams of the cat world. I bow in praise to the spirit of the great Mr. Williams. He is missed. He is loved.
Is this a sales pitch toward the adoption of this dynamo of a cat, this juggernaut of a cat? Duh. Come on over and have a look at the rascal. If he doesn’t commandeer your heart you likely ain’t got one. I know several of my regular readers don’t live in Taos. I’m so sorry you can’t see him. I really, really am. And the fella who lives in Australia? Chris, I miss seeing your blip on my blog stats page.
My usual red-eyed bleary-eyed early morning state predominates today. I don’t mind. I’m trying to cultivate myself to expand that not minding thing to other aspects of my life. Personal growth doesn’t stop at 60. At least I hope it doesn’t. I’ll see. It’s less than a month away. Instead of quaking in my boots I am lounging in my ragged old sandals. But that’s just me. No biggie, k? This sort of attitude will likely pass unnoticed a qui en Taos simply because it ain’t all that unusual.
I know that this here EyeYotee blog sometimes drifts toward seriousness, even to the point of moroseness at times, but today I am using humor to calm the edges from the mental illness that has been hounding me for the past few months. I’m clinical and I ain’t ashamed to admit it. Bipolar disorder is not uncommon in America, nor anywhere else. I’m pretty sure that anxiety is simply a condition exacerbated by society its own self. But this bipolar thing goes deeper than that. 2.6% of the adult population in this country alone suffer from bipolar disorder. 82.9% of us are classified as severe. Let’s call it emotional dizziness. Just for today. I’d like to feel the joy that Dizzy the cat displays on a regular basis. Wish me luck.
I have to head off to my gainful employment and service work at the animal shelter in just over two hours, so I am going to post this and get on to psyching myself up for today’s gig. Once I get into the presence of cats and dogs my fear of being out in public shall abate. You can take that to the bank. Oh! And while you are at the bank pull out a little cash and hand it over to Stray Hearts animal shelter. Tell ’em Ken sent you. And while you are there let me show what Dizzy is like. He’s always good for a laugh.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously, k?