Today’s day in the life report includes: 1) Moose Update; 2) Oxygenating; 3) Crappy HappyMOOSE
So as of now, we still don’t know why Moose suddenly went blind. There are many possibilities and we are still treating him. Good lord I am dedicated to helping that kitty. Every night, day, moment possible he waits for me to play with him in the tube. Which I do. I now have to put ointment in his eyes along with a second dose of antibiotics. I am trying to get him to put on weight by treating him to many gourmet specialty items. He is so tiny. The little guy has barely grown.
Last night he was sleeping next to me, and I kept feeling his belly hoping to feel some soft roundness. It is getting there. There is a tiny warm soft belly, but he has been quite gaunt. All of his nutrients have been going to the infection/virus that we have been unable to identify.
Many people probably would have given up on the little guy. Not me! And honestly he’s happy, though blind blind blind. He is making do and plays and purrs. And Luth the Bengal has been such a sport. She calls him to play by rattling the squeaky toys, and she takes turns running through the tube.
I am hoping with every inch of my being that Little Moose lives. Even if his blindness cannot be cured, he has already proven he can have a happy life.
Tonight I played guitar, and when I was done, I went to check on Lil Moose, and discovered this:
Ferocious beast! Actually, he had been napping in the tube because he loves it so much. So he is yawning as he woke up to play. I love him so much!OXYGEN
For reasons I don’t care to go into in detail, I have had to spend a lot of my free time tending to “self care” which means resting when I need to but also making sure I am replenishing my body with lots of fresh oxygen daily. So I’ve been running on the Rillito after work before I go Barre. Basically, I spend two hours after work exercising and oxygenating.
I always pass this little scrappy shrub. I love this scraggly guy and actually think he’s quite beautiful. I always pay if my respects. I have a soft spot in my heart for the scrappy.
The sky also put on a magnificent light show tonight, so I again will clutter your eyes and your computer screen with . . . . CLOUDS!
After I went running I went to Barre during which I sweat buckets and bullets, if bullets and buckets were actually liquid.
After class I looked in the mirror and glimpsed a bizarre image of myself, well, bizarre enough to take a, uh, selfie. (I know. What am I? Like 18 or something?) No. I’m going on 55 actually.
Barre literally makes you high from all that oxygen generation. Some instructors caution us to wait before driving. So maybe I was hallucinating when I took this photo which I call Strange Perspectives. Here I am infused with double sweat and high on oxygen from a four mile run followed by Barre. Massive doses of self-produced oxygen can distort the mind and vision while healing the body. My arm doesn’t really look like that! I don’t know. Maybe I better check in the morning.
At one point during Barre the instructor said "Feel that shaking? That's your muscles begging for oxygen. Now feed them!" So I did. I fed them hard and fed them good. I also learned that the gluteus medius is the only muscle in your body that can actually lift your butt, so I worked the hell out of that fucker in each butt cheek. Defying gravity and ege one bullet of sweat at a time.CRAPPY HAPPY
Speaking of guitar which I mentioned in relation to Moose, I haven't played electric guitar in months. It seems it always interferes with Bean's studies, but finally I decided I NEED to play for my health. When I play, I'm happier and I sleep better, so I made time starting last night. I decided to play a "happy" tune. First I tried playing my Strat over Strat. I didn't like the result. Then I tried playing my Les Paul over the Strat. Sounded like crap. Then I tried Les on Les. No go. Finally I played Les on Strat and was HAPPY with my happy tune even though the entire thing is a mess and full of boo boos. (I'm clearly out of practice and wasn't very good to begin with.) Remember I just fuck around on guitar because I enjoy it. I have no intention of trying to be a rock star. Still, my stumbling "happy" song does make me think that perhaps I should stick to Art Noise. BUT it made me happy playing and that's the most important thing. And I'm happy listening to my happy tune. I especially like the crappy quality of the phone recorder. That takes the pressure off. Means that it is what it is and is a humble lo-fi off the cuff expression sound of me finding a happier place to occupy than the tedious everyday world. Plus Punka likes it and likes to display her Bad Assness by keeping me company while I make noise. Win-win even if it's Crappy Happy.
That my friends, is my daily report. I’m doing what I can do when I can do it, but I’m still here. Thanks for being here too.