here's to the night
Tomorrow--if he does not pass tonight--Sir Galahad the Brave and True, our sixteen-year-old British grey-and-white shorthair....will be euthanized.
Yeah.
catdancer is broken, I'm not well, gwynthierre took the day off and helped us get him to the pet hospital, and is staying afterwards. She's amazing.
Anyway. Yeah. Sixteen years old, we've had him for eleven years. Blow. Deep blow. We will miss him....lots.
Also, maybe it's just me, but I see a difference between this:
or this:
or this, even:
and this:
Am I the only one?
For the weird.
For the pretty.
More pretty.
EVEN more pretty. :)
I can't find a pic of Sir. Damn.
Okay. Ask me about the story of Sir later, then. I'm halfway through an iced-tea glass of rum and Pepsi at present, so....don't exactly have the will to type lots.
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
(I) just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."
To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho' my life was in a rut
"Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
(Back home.)
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home."
(Peter Gabriel. "Solsbury Hill". Always go back to that song when I'm hurting.)
Yeah.
catdancer is broken, I'm not well, gwynthierre took the day off and helped us get him to the pet hospital, and is staying afterwards. She's amazing.
Anyway. Yeah. Sixteen years old, we've had him for eleven years. Blow. Deep blow. We will miss him....lots.
Also, maybe it's just me, but I see a difference between this:
or this:
or this, even:
and this:
Am I the only one?
For the weird.
For the pretty.
More pretty.
EVEN more pretty. :)
I can't find a pic of Sir. Damn.
Okay. Ask me about the story of Sir later, then. I'm halfway through an iced-tea glass of rum and Pepsi at present, so....don't exactly have the will to type lots.
Climbing up on Solsbury Hill
I could see the city light
Wind was blowing, time stood still
Eagle flew out of the night
He was something to observe
Came in close, I heard a voice
Standing stretching every nerve
Had to listen had no choice
I did not believe the information
(I) just had to trust imagination
My heart going boom boom boom
"Son," he said "Grab your things,
I've come to take you home."
To keep in silence I resigned
My friends would think I was a nut
Turning water into wine
Open doors would soon be shut
So I went from day to day
Tho' my life was in a rut
"Till I thought of what I'd say
Which connection I should cut
I was feeling part of the scenery
I walked right out of the machinery
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" he said "Grab your things
I've come to take you home."
(Back home.)
When illusion spin her net
I'm never where I want to be
And liberty she pirouette
When I think that I am free
Watched by empty silhouettes
Who close their eyes but still can see
No one taught them etiquette
I will show another me
Today I don't need a replacement
I'll tell them what the smile on my face meant
My heart going boom boom boom
"Hey" I said "You can keep my things,
they've come to take me home."
(Peter Gabriel. "Solsbury Hill". Always go back to that song when I'm hurting.)