There's a lot of stuff in various directions tonight, and I apologize for it being lengthy to cover tonight and what I missed yesterday.
Okay, skipping yesterday to today... got the internet working, but spent a good bit of time relaxing and writing and whatnot. Not much to say about that whole thing. A few random cool thoughts and whatnot today, I'll share those momentarily. For now though, I have tonight's musings on my mind. I went out this evening and enjoyed some good Thai food (Jann, before I forget, the restaurateur told me to tell you she says 'hello') and then came home to open a good bottle of wine and have some discussions of all sorts of topics.
There were topics ranging from theology to philosophy to physics, but in the end it wound down, oddly enough to perusing my mom's family photo albums. I haven't gone though those things in months, at least, more likely a few years. Maybe it was the wine, but whatever the case, it became a thought/emotion provoking experience. I was looking at everything from my own baby pictures on up through my pictures from 2005 (when she stopped keeping albums after dad's death), and even some pictures of my parents from back before I was born, or my parents dating days and whatnot.
It was strange to see some of it... some things like the family pictures of me and mom and dad together. Me and people I've cared about. Hard on me to take in the pictures of my parents and grandparents from their younger years. Well before my age they were pictures so happy, together. It was interesting and also difficult to see when I thought about it all. Especially going back and remembering dad.
There were also the pictures of me from some times I hadn't even thought about in a good long while. There were pictures from me at the Battery in Charleston, from the summer of 1990 or 1991. Pictures of me there, next to the cannon, and it just makes me think about all the memories I have at that place. Strange to think of how big a role it has played in my life.
Moving back to yesterday, in the interest of sounding more optimistic, let me tell you about how I came to own my cat, Calli... I was on my way in from Charlotte to visit my mom in early October last year in the late evening, probably around 10 or so, and almost there when I saw something small fast and fuzzy dark across the road from the opposite curb. Thankfully, I have great reflexes and managed to swerve. The car next to me, not so much, and a tire grazed the thing running across the road and threw it onto the curb.
I couldn't just leave it at that, so I pulled over and went back to check on whatever it was. What I found was a crying, pleading tiny little long-haired calico kitten not much bigger than my fist.
She kept trying to get up and walk but would just immediately collapse and wallow around. I was scared that it had a broken spine or something, but I couldn't just leave it there in that condition, so I wrapped it in a towel and drove it over to the only 24-hour emergency vet in the area; I thought, that way if she was seriously hurt, should could be put down humanely.
She cried loudly the whole way to the vet, which was heartbreaking to listen to, but I got her there and into the hands of the night doctor. They couldn't tell what was wrong with her at first, so I told them to check her out, do whatever they had to, and I'd pay for it. If she could be treated and saved, I told them to do it and give her her shots and everything she needed. Since I didn't want 'stray kitten' listed on the paperwork, I named her "Calli" on the spot, as she was, of course, a Calico and White.
After an overnight observation I was called to pick her up. It turns out she only had minor injuries and was stunned. She was only seven weeks old and underfed, but overall healthy. I brought her home and started getting her fed better, and though she's remained pretty timid (who can blame her, starting life by getting hit by a car?) she has grown to be a healthy and pretty calico. And lo, that is the story of how I got my cat, Calli. She spends her days currently being a combination purr engine/fuzzy pillow that eats.
I know I promised humor, but with my train of thought tonight, I'm sure you'll forgive me for not pitching jokes. Perhaps tomorrow. Though, for kicks, I will end with a quote for the evening, which wasn't intended with humor at the source, but just sounds funny: "There is no problem on Earth that can't be solved with the careful application of high explosives."
Have a good evening, loyal readers and creepers!
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