“To learn which questions are unanswerable, and not to answer them: this skill is most needful in times of stress and darkness.” ~ Ursula K. Le Guin
It looks likely that there will be a third cup of coffee today, for me. Same old same old. Sore puffy eyes, faint feelings of impending insolvable dilemmas, disparate aspirations. No wonder I need a third cup of coffee – I seem to be living life a little too fully. You can only take in so much before you start looking like Chris Farley, in an actor’s role, feigning indignation. Something’s gotta give. And my life is pretty darned simple. I can only imagine if it were otherwise.
Today’s opening photo is of Chester the cat. I know that it is obvious that Chester is a cat, it’s just that I like to tag the obvious when speaking of my dear animal friends. I revere cats. They amaze me. Chester is a mellow guy. I’ve never seen him riled at all. But the truth is that I have no focus for today’s blog post here at EyeYotee. I love Chester and he loves me. That’s gonna have to suffice because I am overwhelmed and have only just now admitted that to myself.
A few days ago our new Executive Director at the animal shelter asked me if I had a workman’s comp claim back in May of this year. I told him no. But I soon remembered the cat bite that graced me with the most intense pain I have ever felt. I’m talking broken bones and rheumatic fever – nothing ever hurt like that cat bite. I have to report that the cat and I remain good friends. When I told the director what I had just remembered, and described the bite to him, he squirmed, very much like I did when the cat bit me. As I write this morning I find myself looking back at some of the traumatic events since I began working at the shelter. Two stand out: that bite, and the crucifixion of our former staff veterinarian. I can understand the first – the cat and I had a conflict of interest. It’s that simple. But the thing with the vet still haunts me to this day. Hearsay begat hearsay begat hearsay and the whole thing snowballed, leaving pertinent facts behind. I’ve been through this before in this blog. I don’t need to repeat myself to say that sadness is my first and foremost feeling about the controversy that sent the vet packing. I’d like to leave it at sadness but I won’t, I can’t. The whole thing gives the phrase “it is what it is” a bad name.
I’ve got a full day ahead of me and I’d best get to it. If I don’t get bitten I will consider the day to be a success. If I get overwhelmed with a tsunami of human politics – ummm – I’ll get back to y’all on that. Truth is I don’t know what I’d do. Bandages and antiseptics would do jack diddly-squat for something like that.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.