April 23’s Power…and other shit

Guess what I learned? When a series of cool and groovy things happen all in a cute little cluster you should ENJOY it, because chances are a shit storm is on its way to you. Just as I had feared, my bliss from string of good things was dimmed due to a handful of icky things.

For starters some anonymous asshole did this to my mailbox. And did you know that if your mailbox has been rammed right off of its post that it is considered illegal for the mail-carrier to deliver mail to your door? At least that is what the temp delivery person said to me on Saturday. All I heard was, “blah, blah, blah, inconvenience for me to get out of my truck, blah, blah, you know I shouldn’t be giving you your mail, blah, blah.” But really, after waking up to discover that an asshole had done such damage and NOT LEFT A NOTE, no one was going to mess with me. Or, as the case my be, hold my U$ Magazine hostage.

Do you have any idea how frustrating it is when your mailbox gets destroyed in a gated community? First you get the neighbors looking at you as if maybe YOU did it. Then you have to collect your actual mailbox from across the street. Followed by the walk to the security hut where one has to fill out an incident report. They actually did not let me use the phrase “stupid, fucking, hit and run” as it might set off “alarms in the neighborhood”. What the hell? (this was when I had to remind myself that 60% of the gated community population is a card carrying member of AARP and probably would not respond well to filed incident reports with profanity.) Now we are in queue for maintenance…ugh.

So, you know, I got a bit cranky about all of that and maybe was not in the best of spirits when the phone rang to tell me that Mother’s cat is in renal failure. Yes the cat that we were told was fine. Yes the cat that we had loads of blood-work on to confirm the aforementioned “fine” diagnosis. Seems that the 2nd vet on staff was going through paperwork and decided that Mother’s cat’s blood-work wasn’t complete. So she asked, on friday, for us to bring Minnie (the kitty) back in for some repeat blood-work.

When they call you to tell you that a kitty is in renal failure they don’t care about the chain of command. There was no waiting for my Mother to come to the phone. It was just, “here are the facts” BAM! And so I had to be the one to wake Mother up and tell her the news. fuck. Not fun. No fun at all. We had to go to the vet and pick up an IV bag and some special kidney diet food. They are estimating that she will be without pain for a few more months. So every night Mother and I have to wrap Minnie up like a cat burrito and stab her with an IV needle and give her 100cc’s of fluid to keep her hydrated. We’ve done it twice now and it is torture.

Other kick me while I am down fodder was just your basic non stop stress headache and finding out that the photography job I was so excited about won’t be as steady as I would have hoped.

I’m not all the way back in the doldrums, I mean, hell, I’m on the list! So that euphoria can, and will have to, sustain me. And I am cool with that. Seriously- when too many good things happen at once I freak out. And then the universe smashes my mailbox to even things out. Yay for smashing! heh.
As for this date. Ah…April 23rd. I think many of us have dates that stick in our head. Some of us can rattle of the due dates of every trying cycle. There are others of us can remember a date for its random significance. My Mother, for instance, can remember when she got her braces off (March 18) and when she realized she wanted to go to Law School (February 1). I can’t get her to remember to unload the dishwasher…but that is another story.

I, on the other hand, have an association with a date that has no significance. For as long as I can remember I have had a “thing” for April 23rd. SOMETHING is going to happen to me on this date. I used to think it would be the day I got married, or maybe even the day I die. But as I have gotten older I think it might be something else. There was one cycle where my due date would have been April 23rd & so you just know I got all dorky about that. I’ve also had an insem on April 23rd. You could argue that maybe there was some event in my childhood on this date that stuck in my mind. A skating party? An Easter egg hunt? Regardless I find that I always have to make a fuss about this date just so when something DOES happen I can clearly point to my writings and say that I told you so. April 23rd, people…watch this date.

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