Vignettes encore
Just a few vignettes to jot down as I sit here waiting for my back to chill out. Something about too much for it to deal with. I think after this, I shall retreat to the newly clean bathtub and have a beer and a bath. Yes, that sounds like a plan.
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Once again, I find myself in an odd position involving death. Currently, one of my relatives is preparing to join my ancestors, and we are all on deathwatch. In waiting, learning of the new ways in which his departing is assured, one comes to review the societal rejection of euthanasia. Surely in such situations, where it is obvious that death is the inevitable conclusion and that suffering is the road to that end, the loved ones and the departing should be allowed the choice to accept this end and hasten it so as not to prolong the suffering. The system-wide organ shutdown. The starvation over days. No appetite for water even. Pain, confusion... How is it more humane to allow a person to suffer in agony rather than allow them the opportunity to choose to die?
But since we do not have this option, I'm asking daily whether my relative is still alive, slowly dying. And every day I receive the answer, "It will be soon - such-and-such happened therefore he hasn't much longer."
May you have ease of passing, death on the pillow...
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Took the pup for a walk the other morning, and have been so glad for the brighter 6:00 AMs. That morning, she met up with one of her regular morning people (a jogger) and was induced to bark at her (despite my best efforts to prevent this... *sigh*... again...) As we were heading home after the exchange, we passed a solitary crow sitting in a large tree alongside the pathway. And it started making this "harr, harr, harr" noise. I looked up, and the pup looked up, listening. And it did it again, "harr, harr, harr, harr." The pup kept walking and then turned to look at it again, and it squawked rudely, kind of laughing, as we walked away.
It had been barking at us. And the pup recognized it as barking. I love crows and ravens. They're awesome.
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So Subchunker and I are moving in together - we're going to share the same address all official-like. Hee! It's kind of a big deal, since I swore after roommates in undergrad that I would never live with anyone ever again unless I really, really loved them. So there you go.
One of my jobs is to clear my clutter and organize things better. And Subchunker is doing a great job of trying to keep the momentum up and to develop all sorts of storage solutions for the stuff that I need to keep. Apparently having a million hobbies results in having a lot of "stuff". Huh. Also, we're going to have to have space for his things as well, and his hobbies, and, well, stuff.
It's a work in progress, but I think we're making headway. :)
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Alright, kids - that enough of my adventures for now. Remember, think critically, love deeply and laugh heartily.
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Once again, I find myself in an odd position involving death. Currently, one of my relatives is preparing to join my ancestors, and we are all on deathwatch. In waiting, learning of the new ways in which his departing is assured, one comes to review the societal rejection of euthanasia. Surely in such situations, where it is obvious that death is the inevitable conclusion and that suffering is the road to that end, the loved ones and the departing should be allowed the choice to accept this end and hasten it so as not to prolong the suffering. The system-wide organ shutdown. The starvation over days. No appetite for water even. Pain, confusion... How is it more humane to allow a person to suffer in agony rather than allow them the opportunity to choose to die?
But since we do not have this option, I'm asking daily whether my relative is still alive, slowly dying. And every day I receive the answer, "It will be soon - such-and-such happened therefore he hasn't much longer."
May you have ease of passing, death on the pillow...
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Took the pup for a walk the other morning, and have been so glad for the brighter 6:00 AMs. That morning, she met up with one of her regular morning people (a jogger) and was induced to bark at her (despite my best efforts to prevent this... *sigh*... again...) As we were heading home after the exchange, we passed a solitary crow sitting in a large tree alongside the pathway. And it started making this "harr, harr, harr" noise. I looked up, and the pup looked up, listening. And it did it again, "harr, harr, harr, harr." The pup kept walking and then turned to look at it again, and it squawked rudely, kind of laughing, as we walked away.
It had been barking at us. And the pup recognized it as barking. I love crows and ravens. They're awesome.
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So Subchunker and I are moving in together - we're going to share the same address all official-like. Hee! It's kind of a big deal, since I swore after roommates in undergrad that I would never live with anyone ever again unless I really, really loved them. So there you go.
One of my jobs is to clear my clutter and organize things better. And Subchunker is doing a great job of trying to keep the momentum up and to develop all sorts of storage solutions for the stuff that I need to keep. Apparently having a million hobbies results in having a lot of "stuff". Huh. Also, we're going to have to have space for his things as well, and his hobbies, and, well, stuff.
It's a work in progress, but I think we're making headway. :)
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Alright, kids - that enough of my adventures for now. Remember, think critically, love deeply and laugh heartily.