One of the greatest feelings is when a plan you developed comes together. On the flip side is really sucks when your plans develop a wrinkle in them or are foiled altogether. In everyday life, an example of a wrinkle in your daily schedule is you jump in your vehicle just to run to the store. You barely even get started when you have a little fender bender.
Not only does that dampen your plans or end them all together, when it happens you get that sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. Maybe it’s not a car accident but an accident at home gives you the same sick feeling. For most of us, there’s that deja vu sensation again. You’re glad it’s very minor but you think of the insurance repercussions. It’s no picnic.
Then perhaps you are one of the very few that have gone through life without any wrinkle in your plans. Even if you’re a Monk, I still doubt you’ve escaped the monkey-wrench in your plans scenario.
Still, we make plans and always hope for the best. That’s what life is all about.
Degrees of involvement. Whew! We have plenty of degrees adding up in Phoenix this year. Yesterday and today it’s been a record-setting, scorching 119 degrees. Times like this we recall all the beautiful 70 degrees outdoor Christmas parties. At the same time, friends and relatives in the Midwest were enduring a 15 below zero stretch with frigid wind chill factors. Thoughts like that are typically an overview or an observation at least on Facebook.
More personal involvements are the associates you work with and friends whom you really empathize with. Deeper still are family and close immediate family. They are the ones that you have known all of your life. They have been through the thick and thin of life, they’re your loved ones.
Everyone goes through thinning of the ranks of loved ones. But really, regardless of your disposition, it draws you closer to the remaining members. My sister who lived in the frozen tundra for most of her life moved to Arizona during the holidays in 2015. Because I had moved out of state or because she resided hours away -I’ve only seen her for a small fraction of my life.
This has been the biggest regret for me because aside from my wife she is the kindest most benevolent soul I have to ever know. Should she have a problem, would I meddle in her life? Not exactly, but I would aid and support her to rise above it. The Hollies said it best in “He ain’t heavy he’s my brother.” In this case, she’s my sister. It’s a long, long road, while we’re on the way to there we should share some time.
Halloween may be over but many of us have to wait until the weekend to take down the decorations we put up. This Halloween I had the first that I recall anyway, a parent dressed up as a torturing bully carrying a big bludgeoning stick with many spikes on it. It was intimidating and convincing at the same time. This year we saw yet a different crop of candy seekers. There were the classics, the superheroes and a lot of clever unique creations that were fun and humorous.
Myself, I dressed as Darth Vader and saw the Princess and some storm troopers that paid tribute. I noticed from another blog from someone in a European country where they said they wished they had trick or treat. As Thanksgiving is now on the horizon it may be expressed that I am grateful for the freedom that we have in America. I’m also grateful to all the military people that have defended freedom over the years some giving their very lives.
So, ghouls and goblins make way for sincere gratitude for all the things we all take for granted. Be thankful for life itself, love, family and the company of others. Be thankful for the roof over your head, the food on the table and be very grateful for your health. Pray for those that are unable to partake in any of the above blessings. On Thanksgiving Day after you’ve done all you can to express your sincere gratitude you can gear up for the next event caroling.
This week was a quest for my very life! No joke. Early last Friday my wife and I found ourselves about to give the largest of our rescued (December 2015 kittens) a necessary bath in the kitchen sink. In what seemed to be the longest minute of our lives we fought and struggled to soon see the sink bottom red with blood-our blood. Scotchy was a biting scratching machine every micro-second of that minute. At least we got all our blood washed out of his tail before we let him go.
After letting him go we gazed upon each other bewildered at what just happened. My wife received several bites and numerous scratches on both arms and hands, mine were confined to primarily my left appendage that appeared to be his “chew toy” for the moment. We both went to urgent care independently that day, I went early she went later. Over the weekend her wounds appeared to be healing while the one on my knuckles were not. By Monday morning I was in our doctors office on a different antibiotic and instructions to follow. That night she took me to the emergency room.
After a day in the hospital with an IV and little improvement I went into surgery. I was released late Thursday night and saw the hand specialist this morning again. It turns out that the bite went down to the tendon and joint where no amount of antibiotics would be able to reach. Infections can be life-threatening. I know after witnessing my Mother and my wife both having close calls with death from tiny infections and now firsthand from mine.
The moral of the story if you will is a few things: Never grab a cat by the tail as Buck Owens said in “I’ve got a tiger by the tail” I won’t be much when you get through with me. Don’t assume a feral cat will respond like a domestic one. Take precautions and remember that water is the greatest fear of most cats.
I was deep in prayer as I fought for my life and many friends were also keeping me in their prayers during this perilous time and it’s not over yet. I’ll be on antibiotics for nearly a month yet and start physical therapy next week because I’ve been unable to move the two center fingers since the incident. Several people are telling me that’s an expensive cat you have there and “get rid of it.” But he doesn’t realize he did anything wrong; how can you blame him?