Listen for the whispers of your Soul.
Soul quietly flows through every part of you.
~ Nancy Lankston
If we were having coffee or some other beverage, I would be happy to see you again. Hugs if you’re amenable. A good solid handshake or a respectful nod if you’re not. Come on in! Let’s have a seat in the living room where we can watch the squirrels running around by the old oak tree. It should be warm from the sun, and I think you’ll like the comfy chair. We’re experiencing sunny and mild weather. Do they still call it Indian Summer? Or is that politically incorrect? Whatever the case, the weather has been lovely. We even had a day in the 80’s this week.
How are you? Safe, sound, and well, I hope. What you have been up to lately? Have you traveled anywhere and/or seen any new sights? Visited any museums, explored the art world, or created some art of your own? Have you spent time with family or friends, or gone off somewhere on your own for moments (or more) of solitude? What about books and films? Have you read anything or watched anything good?
If we were having coffee, I would tell you it that this week has been… interesting. Slow, but not always easy. Izzy Cat became ill last weekend although it took me until mid-afternoon on Sunday to figure it out. There were telltale signs in the morning that one of the cats was having a problem, but it took a while to determine which cat. I had to be stealthy and spend time in the vicinity of the litter boxes. I couldn’t be too close because cats, like most people, prefer privacy when they do their business. Eventually it came to pass (pun not intended, but it made me laugh) that Izzy was the sick kitty, and her symptoms grew worse throughout the day and evening. Although there are emergency vet services here, most restrict it to six days per week because they truly do honor the sabbath. Unless it’s a sick horse. Then by all means, call right away and they’ll rush right out.
We did get Izzy to the vet on Monday afternoon where the laying on of hands almost cured her. When we returned home with three medications for her and three theories on what the problem might have been (a plant she ate, a bug she ate, or a bug/virus in general), Izzy was almost her old self again, purring and socializing with me once again. The vomiting had stopped although she continued to have problems on the other end for the rest of the week. That’s partially my fault. I tried to get some of the medications down her, but Izzy insisted it wasn’t going to happen. For example, I put the de-wormer in her food because the vet said it has no flavor and there would be no problem getting her to eat the food. I don’t know how Izzy knew it was in there, but she sniffed the food and walked away. I did manage to get one Pepcid down her on the first day by crushing it and putting it in water from canned tuna, something Izzy loves. That was the only time she fell for medication in her food or water.
Since Izzy appeared to be improving, it was decided we would wait and see rather than torture her with meds. I was afraid she would stop eating if we kept trying to hide it in her food (which she did, temporarily). However, the vet’s office called on Wednesday to check up on her and insisted that we at least force the antibiotics down her throat as that would help with the diarrhea and keep the situation from becoming worse. M & I watched this video online in which they make it look surprisingly easy to give a cat a pill. Ha! I knew better because this is not my first experience medicating a cat. It was my first experience medicating Izzy, and let me tell you, I hope we never have to do it again. I’ll spare you the rest of the details and long story, and get to the point where we finally got the hang of it. Using a pheromone product that calms cats helped. Or at least I think it helped. M thinks I’m being superstitious and that we just had to get past that learning curve.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that although I’d like to say I don’t play favorites with the cats, I would be lying. Izzy bonded with me, Bella bonded with M, and so, we do have our favorites. Or, since they are cats, I should say our favorites have their favorites. I have spent much of the week with Izzy in the master bedroom where we isolated her, tempting her to eat and play, or just relaxing in the sun with her as she rested. When she napped, I would read. Sometimes I would nap for a little while, too. I would, of course, do the same for Bella if she were to get sick. I would worry about her as much, too, but I don’t think I’d be as deeply sad as I have been for Izzy who has been my companion more than Bella has over the past eight years. Does that sound terrible? It might. I don’t think I’m explaining it well.
As of this writing, Izzy is still isolated and probably will be for another day or two. If she isn’t completely better by Monday, she may have to visit the vet again. She will not be amused or joyful about it. Poor thing shakes like crazy when she gets to the vet’s office. Izzy is a little autistic, if such a thing is possible in cats, and doesn’t care to be touched unless she initiates it. She is also very OCD about her day and habits, and gets upset with change.
There was a new development late yesterday afternoon. Bella began exhibiting the same symptoms Izzy had. Luckily, it was an hour before the vet’s office closed for the weekend so I was able to call and get some medications for Bella who, it turns out, is more stubborn than Izzy. We could not get her to swallow the pill, no matter what we tried. She’s much improved this morning even though she didn’t take the antibiotic, and we’ll hopefully know more later because I was able to take some samples in to the vet (something I couldn’t do with Izzy because she wasn’t isolated at the time she got sick). If it has to be anything, I’m hoping it will be something the de-wormer will take care of because I think I can get Bella to eat that in her food.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that it was about mid-week when I realized I was down in the dumps, and had been for a while. Maybe it was the worry about Izzy that brought it to light. I think it was, but can’t be sure. This year has been trying for many reasons. That said, nobody close to me has died or become deathly ill, and this year really wasn’t that bad in the grand scheme of things. So, on Wednesday I began to do All The Right Things. I exercised, hit the yoga mat, meditated. I spent a good part of Thursday in the woods pausing, breathing deeply, and reminding myself to count my blessings. There are many, and they outnumber and outweigh the difficulties, difficulties that I feel ridiculous whining about because they are not that bad. My health is a good example. Although I’m still experiencing some symptoms of my own, I’ve had a lot of tests done this year, and the only thing the tests have shown is that there is nothing wrong with me. Having been assured of that, I will continue to think good, healthy thoughts, and do All The Right Things.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that on Sunday I collected a handful of feathers from the Great Blue Heron that died on Saturday night, and cast them to the wind which carried them into the lagoon where the herons visit and feed. It felt like the right thing to do. I hope its spirit is flying free. A new heron was seen wading in the lagoon this morning, filling in the gap created by the one that died.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I am almost finished reading The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert. I’ll comment more about it when I finish it. I did finish reading Gift from the Sea by Anne Morrow Lindbergh. It was my beach book this year. What that means is I kept it in the beach bag to read when I was at the beach. Appropriate beach reading material, don’t you think? It is a beautiful book, and not at all outdated, or at least I don’t think so. It is a soothing read, filled with wisdom, that I found had a meditative quality to it. I particularly like the way she took inspiration from the shells she found on the beach and used them as metaphors for the various stages of life and relationships. If you’re a woman and haven’t read it, I highly recommend it. I would recommend it to men, too, but I’m not sure how many men would be interested. Perhaps it’s wrong of me to think they might not want to read it? M read it before I did although neither of us had any idea of what the book entailed when he grabbed it out of the beach bag. He was looking for something to read and I was finishing up something else at the time. Once I was well into Gift from the Sea, I asked him why he read it all since it didn’t seem the type of book that would interest him. He, too, found Lindbergh’s writing calming and beautiful so why not read the entire book?
Why not indeed.
If we were having coffee, I would say that I’ve talked your ear off quite enough. It’s time for me to pass the talking stick, so to speak, over to you so you can tell me all about your week. I would also remind you that the deadline for Walktober is tomorrow at midnight. I considered cancelling it this year because I have not felt much like blogging lately, but as you can see, once I got started writing this post, it was like riding a bicycle. It all came back with ease. Please pardon my rudeness of late in not getting around to visiting you at your place. I should be back into the blogging swing of things again soon.
If you need more time for Walktober, let me know. Otherwise, I think it might be just Frank, Merril, and me since no one else has stepped forward with a walk or a link to a walk. WordPress is having their Worldwide WP 5k this week, too, and I’m thinking about joining that just for the fun and motivation of it. I’ve participated in the past, and it’s a good way to get some exercise and fresh air.
Thank you for visiting today, and joining me for another coffee chat. I think I’ll go out for a short hike. You’re welcome to join me, or you can stay here and relax for a while. The porch is still open and warm, too, if you’d prefer to go out there. Feel free to use the napping chair. I always wake up feeling refreshed after a porch nap, and you might, too.
Be good, be kind, be loving. Just Be. 🙂
Thank you so much for stopping by. I always enjoy our coffee chats. This post is in response to Part Time Monster’s #WeekendCoffeeShare. Put the kettle on, start the coffee maker, open a bottle of wine, or whatever your preference is, and join us. I’d love to hear all about what you were up to this week.