Tuesday, April 26, 2011
I'll rest in eternity
I'm finding my blog cow dry these days--the stories aren't coming because I'm busy creating work for myself. Em has a perfectly good garter to wear for prom, but I have to go and make a hot pink and zebra print one so that it's extra cool. And then I go and offer to make her friend one too--and of course, that has to be completely different from Em's. Not that I'm complaining, I love this stuff--it's just that I'm feeling busy, that's all.
Grace got new medication the other day because she was projectile vomiting on the old stuff. Talk about work--cleaning cat barf from the couch, bed, rug, floor, tile, bathroom, etc. was getting to me....and her. Now I just have to convince her to eat the new chewable meds--over and over and over again. So the time I used to spend cleaning up barf, I'm now convincing the cat how yummy the new pills are. Compared to the barf, I'll take coercion any day.
Feeling pooped, I went out with my flashlight last night to check on the frogs--make that "frog" --as in singular. We are down to one very chubby suspect frog. I'm beginning to wonder if homeboy ate some of his pallies. I love nature, don't you? Ugh.
Anywho, I spied with my flashlight a surviving snail from last summer. Typically the snails don't survive the frigid temps and freezing water, but this guy did. Hooray! And talk about hard workers--sheesh. I love those darn snails because they never stop cleaning. Ever. Their sole purpose in life is to munch on the algae in the pond, cleaning the sides and making everything all spic and span. I'm thinking they don't rest much either.
I spied my first yellow-jacket this weekend. He, too, was working away, gathering nectar from what little flowers were in the yard. He never noticed I was there--he was all butt-in-the-air going to town on his little bee job. Again, my kinda guy.
It's good to know that I'm not alone in my endless jobs. And when I'm feeling overwhelmed and tired, I think of that darn bee and snail who join me in this madness....and then I feel really guilty for sitting down for a minute.