I think
I’m at that point in my exasperating life were if I were someone else’s pet, I
would already have been put out of my misery; you know, what vets like to call
quality of life issues, or more succinctly, lack of good quality of life
issues. I’m human. I should be overly grateful for that, as
unlike some less fortunate beings on this earth, I get somewhat of a say on
when it all ends, if it is left in my hands.
I hate
misery and it’s hard to tell when a beloved pet has reached the end of his
rope. Reluctantly giving Andee no hope
of reaching Christmas last year; thumbing his nose at me, he perked up quite
nicely with the help of a certain slave at his every beck and call. Traveling into the New Year his extension of
life was a welcomed gift, leaving me feeling a little bit reckless to the true
reality of the fragileness of his existence.
Company
came for a visit the Friday before last and spent Saturday night at the Pet
Emergency Clinic with Andee and me. I
often wonder how many pets are just taken back home and left to exit life in
pure pain and misery, when the shock of the $ amount estimate of care suck your bank account dry is placed
before you on paper to think over before deciding how important your pet really
is to you, or more in a nutshell, how willing are you to go in the degrading of
your quality of life for the sake of a pet.
Woe to
pets who are so misfortunate to become sick on Vet’s Off Days. Woe to
caregivers who try to care. Woe to
me and this computer keyboard that thinks k is ki…auuuuuuuck! Does one realize how many times the letter k
is typed? Thought I was going bananas
until it was figured out that the keyboard was trying to push me over the edge
of sanity into the abyss of psycolady.
Why isn’t windows seven smart enough to figure it all out and just
correct the ki to k? Getting a little
tired of spellcheck being my best buddy.
So……every time you see a k on this page, I’ve had to either backspace
out the i or right click to let spellcheck work it’s miracles. HELP!
Now…backi
to quality of life issues and life at Perfection…more or less. If boring is perfection, I’m there! Actually boring, or the lacki of crises has
its advantages, but boring in the sense of nothing interesting ever, never
happening has its drawbackis. Is it true
that life is what you makie it, or is it true that you are what life makies you? Money comes into play on this issue, which
means lacki of money also comes into play.
Problems, problems…never an easy solution. Thought I would just let the ki’s do their
thing in this paragraph…aren’t I a little stinkier?
It’s been
decided by me that way too much time is spent on a computer in my present
existence. In front of a computer all
day at work, then evenings and weekends in front of this computer researching
products and courses of action, and cheapest bargains possible on Etsy (Etsy’s
my bedmate it seems these days) to round off storage problems at my place of
residence. With no available floor
space, if I don’t want to live in a place where the walls are closing in on me,
I’m having to work upward…wall shelves, on top of dresser and cabinet shelves,
you know, anything to do with upward immobility.
Then there’s
the writing. I need to get back to my
novel, which is only important to me and my niece…but it is important. If I lived my life like a novel must read, I
would be complaining about life being too exhausting in that one crisis after
another must happen; lives must keep the reader enthralled or they drop you in
a heartbeat. It’s difficult and
demanding. I find I must live these
people’s lives in my head, become a part of their existence to experience what
must come next that is invigorating or exasperating. If they vegetate for a bit, then another
character who matters must fill the void.
I feel like I’m becoming multi-people; the real me and then the pretend
story that is life in the fast lane and at its best. Are there writers that are bonafided
schizophrenic?
I was nice
to myself last night. Cooked a real
dinner. When alone, my real dinners may
be another’s nightmare. Eating in
shifts, what can I say, it’s just me when I have only myself to fend for; so, I
eat a meal in shifts :) Cooked an
artichoke to perfection and ate it with a bit of mayonnaise. Grew up eating artichokes with Catalina
Dressing, which I still prefer, but this dressing on a salad pukes me out, so
it is never in my pantry or fridge, but the mayo is…can’t stand butter on a
sandwich.
Next,
cooked up two thick pork chops with Marsala wine. If veal, chicken or pork Marsala in not in
your repertoire of eating delights; in my opinion, you are missing out on one
of the best pleasures of dining.
Disappointed in restaurant fare that have Marsala in its menu titles,
but when the first bit goes into my mouth, I’m wondering where’s that full
bodied nutty Marsala flavor…was just a tiny teaspoon only of wine added; I've had to forget restaurants altogether on this issue and just cook it myself.
I like it
basic…two floured loin chops (bone in with no water or chemicals injected into those poor things) a little sea salt and coarse ground pepper, cooked in butter or
oil, just until done, beware…it’s easy to overcook pork, then one half cup of
wine added for a few minutes, remove chops and add a fourth cup of beef broth
to pan and bring to a boil to thicken just a bit and pour over meat on serving
platter. Heaven on earth!
After
finishing that off, one for dinner, one for the next day, I decided on a little
sweetness to finish it all off. Grabbed
the Sunset Cook Book of Favorite Recipes and turned to the bread page and Spicy
Mandarin Orange Muffins. Mmmmmm. Perfection!
So, this is where I’m going to leave you, thinking about Mandarin Orange
Muffins while I am now munching on one.
It’s almost 5 pm in the evening and I think I should get dressed and do
a little grocery shopping, so I don’t arrive at work tomorrow lunch less. Then I’ll further contemplate my life in the
slow lane of ho hum.
