Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Cat's Paw and Cat's Eye
Another picture of Yours Truly, Regulus, by that "weeping wall" fountain of the Canadian Embassy here in Washington, D.C., June 8, 2008.
Today has been an absolutely shitty day, one of the worst in a long time. It blew chunks, as they say.
Elm Street Park, Bethesda, Md., Jun. 10,2008, on hot, humid, torporific day.
The only good thing about it was I had a nice lunch with my friend Kevin. He works in Bethesda near me. I've not mentioned Kevin before on this blog, but I've known him since my Glen Burnie high school days in the late 1980s.
I've been having pains in my stomach lately and I'm worried perhaps it is an ulcer. My late paternal grandmother died of ulcers on Jan. 11 1988, or rather of complications from of ulcers.
Here is my grandfather and dad and myself as a 2 year old boy in New Jersey in a photo dated July 2, 1972 (!)
The problem was that she -- a 79 year old, 95 pound, 5' 2" woman -- was effectively subjected to a fucking medieval torture chamber surgery in Jan. 1988 to remove parts of her stomach, as opposed to the procedure now used -- developed shortly after she died, a fact that has always bothered me -- in which the patient just drinks an antibiotic fluid.
Work was horrendous as I'm being overloaded with stressful, time-sensitive assignments that are the hallmark of this kind of dead end consultancy work (even if the topics are sometimes very interesting) only encouraged my plan -- assuming I still get my student loan money -- to return to school full time when the fall semester starts. The issue will be whether I can stay there on a part time basis or not. I won't go there until late August.
My after work happy hour was neither and I couldn't wait to get home after two unhappy hours there. I should just stop going there for a while.
I also felt like every drink I had just added fat to my belly, which feels bloated and distended these days, even as my ass bubbles way, way out. I look ridiculous.
Finally, my dad called (intermittently crying) to say that Pyewackett, his 17-1/2 year old cat that he has had since he was a kitten in New Jersey (18 or so moves and 7 other cats ago), is on the verge of death and he may have him put down tomorrow.
Regulus and Pyewackett, Flagler Beach, Fla., Jan. 2008
While I have always been a dog person -- Bernice! -- "my guy Pye" (as I call him) has always been my favorite cat (well, along with my mom's 15 year old cat, Sammy Baby Doll). I last saw him on my trip to see my dad in Flagler Beach, Florida where he lives. I wrote about that trip on my Arcturus blog here, including how and why Pyewackett got his name. The cat in the movie Bell, Book, and Candle k was Pyewacket (only one "t").
My (then nearly 67 year old) dad playing the keyboard and Pyewackett, Flagler Beach, Florida, Jan. 2008.
Pye is still moving around, albeit every slowly and probably in pain. I told him I DON'T think he should have him put to sleep tomorrow. Wait a few more days.
The only fucking good news is that this shit hot weather -- and I consider today's upper 80s and lower humidity still too fucking hot and lousy -- should end in a cooler pattern with showers by early next week. At least that is how it now looks. But this is a topic for my Arcturus blog.
Last night, I had dinner at this guy B's place, pictured here (only one plate on the table at that point). He lives near Dupont Circle. I met him at Cobalt. He made dinner -- salmon, broccoli, and salad with a glass of chianti and blueberries and strawberries for dessert. He mumbled and made strange comments under his breath for much of the dinner. Only after he had a drink did he click into a friendly personality.
B. has a nice place, totally unlike my small, dusty, mostly unfurnished, nasty little cave. It would be INTOLERABLE in the summer but for the window a/c. I'm pretty much a loser.
Anyway, a storm came up as we watched three episodes of The Honeymooners on his DVD.
Well do I remember The Honey - mooners from the 1970s when I was just a little boy living in Long Branch, New Jersey with my dad and grandparents.
As Tom Shales wrote in March 2000, and as I mentioned in a recent Regulus entry here, The Honeymooners was "comedy drenched in sorrow, and therefore true to life."
As for me, well, I'm just miserable.
B. actually drove me home because it was pouring as I left his place, but the rain stopped. My internet access was down for a bit as a result of the storm but it came back up later.
OK, it's time to go to frickin' bed lest I don't get to sleep until 130AM and wake up in a state of shattered day hell, which I probably will do anyway.
Good night, Gentler Reader and Dear Jesus. My next update should be in a day or two.