Thursday, January 1, 2009

Downtown; Temporary Escape from New Year's Resolutions?






Petula Clark Downtown


I'm not funny today...


I'm a little bummed out, dear blogger friends. I've been weaning myself off of incessant blogging for a few days now but today, I think I've hit rock bottom. I can't really say it's the blogging; it's the thinking too much when I'm not blogging. There are many things that need confronted. I'm suffering from New Year's resolution pressure. My problem is that I make resolutions anyway-constantly. One of my resolutions is confronting my procrastination and writing work, which I did but it triggered off profound anxiety. Ugh! So now, I'm telling myself, "Enough. Leave it. Think about it tomorrow, Scarlett."


In an effort to escape my self-imposed resolution quarantine, I went down to the garden with twine. "Those noodle beans need tied up. Look how they're growing!" I made the most unsatisfactory cats-cradle mess with the twine and bamboo poles but it's done. Then poor Charlotte, the bag o' bones dog rescued from the street, her legs are infected and she's losing hair again. I tenderly gave her a sponge bath while she looked at me with eyes that seemed to want to cry. Poor shaking thing. I dabbed povidone-iodine on her wounds and she turned purplish red. Then I gave her a handful of kibble and talked to her while she shivered and nibbled on the food. "That's right honey, eat a little." It's so hard to take on sick animals. I try to be easy and accepting about her difficult situation but sometimes it gets to me. Little Charlotte Bronte, I don't know if she's going to make it. I have to get a new medicine, tomorrow. I guess that's why I didn't become a veterinarian, I get too attached.


I need a you're too bummed out remedy. Who doesn't remember the song, "Downtown"? It's peppy. It's positive ...in an escapist sort of way but who's being picky? It's not practical for me to go downtown- plus, I don't want to- but what about walking around a bit? I think I need a change of scenery. I'm going outside again for a while...at least the thinking will have a physical outlet.


My new impossible to keep resolution: Don't bum people out with your preoccupations. Starting now. Go!



Blogger friends, feel free to advise: What do you do when you're in a mood?

8 comments:

  1. Hye girl don't complain about the weather, it's 28 degrees here and it's horrible. Tina is shaking inside the house, I had to cover her up with blankets,
    enjoy the sun
    D

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  2. Hey oasis girl, don't get bummed, don't procrastiate and do what you have to do, you're feel better when you have accomplished what is waiting to be accomplished. You can do it. Poor Charlotte, I feel for her. Once sylvia told me that she was depressed because of all the stray dogs that were on the streets and didn't have food to eat. I told her Sylvia, they will manage and God will help them. In the Bible it states that God takes care of all the animals ; they probably have it better than us. They run around in masses and most of the time they are with company of a homeless person. go and do what you have to do, you'll feel great when it's all over
    love,
    D

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  3. Okay, Miss D, I know what you're saying but you've made the effort and now you're bi-climatic. This state puts a new meaning on running hot and cold!? Poor Tinalinda...and with her little paw in a cast...I suppose this comment goes on the newest post! The one about house matters, insects, weather and the like...Keep warm...

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  4. About the second comment...I think God needs a little help in taking care of the animals but we all do what we can. Thanks for the pep-talk, I know you're right. Nothing is worse, I think, than the pressure of delay, it's harder than doing what has to be done. (-after you get going, that is...oh momentum...kick in!)

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  5. I think is such an inportant human trait to be compassionate to animals. You are giving Charlotte healing love. Animals appreciate it. You are just following you highest human instinct.

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  6. poor little Charlotte. Fingers crossed she pulls through.

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  7. French Fancy, thanks for your concern...little Charlotte...still sick...I'm going out right now to give her medicine.

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