FRIDAY
still in the delta,
still not much to say, i know im losing numbers but thats
just the way it is - sometime i get a little self conscious about this blog
and it cripple my mack, start feeling narcissistic - look at me everybody
i justify it by telling myself that im accounting a literary life
a literary sensibility that gives it value beyond itself
i try at all times to be significant, to drop words that mean something
sometime that justify blogging for me, sometime it dont
when i get like this i have to have something profound to say
something i think might be truly significant, might actually
influence the human condition - foolish a dream though that be i
got to believe there is a shot at literary significance, otherwise i
got nothing to say
rdoc
TUESDAY
in the delta, family drama time
thought of some profound things to say while i was driving down but dont
remember them now - guess i will just give some holidays blessings and
move on
all my love
rdoc
ACTUALLY SATURDAY
some quickies:
obama invite to rick warren, disappointment yes, treason no
about what i expect of him these days, not a big surprise
what else, robert 'zimbabwe is mine' mugabe, bad joke
what else, rwandas role in the congo, another bad joke
what else, want to see cadillac dreams, missed it when it was in syracuse
what else, may think of something later
aint nothing i really feel critical about
nothing i feel like worth my time
this woodshed time
im out
rdoc
NOT QUITE SATURDAY YET
but i want to move on from that last post
so zuma is suing some south african cartoonist
depicted him raping south african justice
whoa, cartoon does has some qestionable qualities
and is uncomfortable on quite a few levels
but i dont find myself rushing to defend zulu boy
its that little shower on his head that got my vote
been a lot of controversy about it since it came out
bet that cartoonist quite pleased w/himself
zuma sued him once before over a cartoon
both suits a waste of time but i guess he had to do something
not much you can do when you lose the highground, zuma is fair game
damn near a moral imperative to take a whack at him
im outta here
rdoc
FRIDAY
we lost a cat today, about a month ago this mangy stray started coming by the house begging
bonnie and i finally took him in, he was resistant, but it was that fake resistance they do
he didnt put up no real struggle,
so we started taking him to the vet - at 1st we thought he was a pregnant female, turned out to be an old guy w/worms, anywhere from 14 - 17 years old
and a thyroid condition,
and, we find out later, a heart condition
old boy costing big ducats at the vet, right
and its like damn this aint even our cat
but he was worth every dime, he was just the most adorable kitty, the best purrer ive ever known
vet said he was too weak to be out in the cold so we took him in and named him 'old country'
from no country for old men
he had worms, a perforated eye, a ragged ear, coat all matted, spine thin, that thyroid condition and apparently heart disease, old boy was a wreck
but the sweetest kitty, he would ignore our two youngsters hissing and spitting like the true gentleman he was, he was the mighty old country
turns out the whole neighborhood was feeding him, bonnie went to a neighborhood party and everybody was asking what happened to the gray cat, and bonnie told them we have him, everybody was happy he had found a home, had found him a couple of suckers
he was so sweet tempered that in spite of his mangy ways we think somebody abandoned him when he got old and sickly cause he was real even tempered, and loving
we tried to get the rescue operations to take him - one of them, mary beth, we met her when we were kitty hunting earlier this year, said she was full, why dont we take him and we told her we already had two cats and she looked at us like - so - just two
finally we took him in, he was just too sweet to leave out in the snow, we worried about him all the time, wheres country, but from the minute he got in it was doctor him up for this, doctor him up for that, god i hope we didnt wear him out
so we took him in for the eye, which had infected, and while handling that they said they needed to hydrate him and for awhile he was looking good but not long after that he did the whole crawl off into a corner bit and stopped eating, so we took him back in, to vociferous protest, and they said he had fluid in his heart, said his heart had given out on him
and that we could put him down or take him home but he wouldnt last more than a day or so
we took him home, cause it dint feel right leaving him, we had promised him when we put him in the cage
that it would be okay, that we would be bringing him back, cause he was stressed about the earlier trips
so we did and he died about 4, 5 hours later, in bonnies arms, the mighty old country
i fear that we killed him, he was in rough shape as a stray but if they say it was fluid on his heart that did him in then we probably shouldnt have had him hydrated, ima ask the vet but they are going to tell us that we did right by him, that he would have died a harder death if we hadnt taken him in but i will always wonder
i know i cant afford to go there, guess i wont ask them, i will take their word for it
got to appreciate the time we had him
got to hope we made his final days comfortable
got to hope we did not harm him in our attempt to care for him
ima bury him out back if i can get thru that frozen ground
im trying to bleed off some of the pain by writing about it, a praise song for old country, but
it feels a little indulgent i guess to be broke up about a cat, feel like i need to man up
he was a scrappy little kitty, i liked his style
i took his picture that last night, he kinda claimed my chair when he
came into the house, i thought that was cute, i let him have it
so when we brought him home we put him there and he settled
in for awhile, then bonnie held him till
old country went home
all my love
rdoc
THEY WERE TIRED OF THE HURT. BuffaloSoldier salutes Eartha Kitt.
Mom and them always used Earth Kitt( yes, they called her Earth) as the
counterpoint to Pearl Bailey and the like. Earth endeared herself to us
by risking Blacklist when she gave LadyBird hell for the vietnam fiasco.
But I was particularly taken in by a conversation she had with either
Tony Brown or Gil Noble. She was really down to Earth as she explained
her childhood. Told by a step father she was too yellow to live in his
home. Then, she sought to expand on the Boundaries placed on Black.
She risked having the benighted call her too "French" by coming up with
her signature song. I remember a line from a Lorraine Hansberry play.
"Look, Sister Eartha Kitt done got herself together and she's coming home
too!" I say she never left home. I'm BuffaloSoldier and I approve this
message
Posted by: BuffaloSoldier | December 26, 2008 at 12:37 PM