Resonant
I've been called off work on Monday, which worries and depresses me. This is a most annoying and uncomfortable and frustrating phase of our lives. We've had worse, but somehow, it was never so itchy.
We have decided to take the day tomorrow to go to a somewhat distant museum, back by evening, if not sooner. Just to get out, have something else to talk about, since neither of us can stand to talk about the all too obvious problems, insoluble, persistent, irritating.
The alarms went off, but not as long as feared. Moby slunk, tail bushy, all kinds of badness, but not for a prolonged period. Once around 1030, again just before four, tense, terrified. But then he regained composure fairly soon, glad enough when friends came by and adored him as per. He found the box bottom to the cat tree, not much of a favored spot, although intermittently explored. Yesterday, it seemed to do the job. I found him in there again this evening, and petted him in situ. Purring most resonantly, like a cat in a guitar, a very pleasant, soothing sound. As if he were humming to himself.
We have decided to take the day tomorrow to go to a somewhat distant museum, back by evening, if not sooner. Just to get out, have something else to talk about, since neither of us can stand to talk about the all too obvious problems, insoluble, persistent, irritating.
The alarms went off, but not as long as feared. Moby slunk, tail bushy, all kinds of badness, but not for a prolonged period. Once around 1030, again just before four, tense, terrified. But then he regained composure fairly soon, glad enough when friends came by and adored him as per. He found the box bottom to the cat tree, not much of a favored spot, although intermittently explored. Yesterday, it seemed to do the job. I found him in there again this evening, and petted him in situ. Purring most resonantly, like a cat in a guitar, a very pleasant, soothing sound. As if he were humming to himself.
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Posted by Zhoen on Friday, August 15, 2008
10 comments:
What does 'called off work' mean - asked not to come in because there isn't enough on?
Hope you both have a lovely day out.
Jean,
Yes, exactly. Not enough cases on for the staffing, so a few people get to stay home. Fine once in a while, but as a pattern, it means eating into vacation pay, or losing pay. It's been a pattern.
I have always lived that to the extreme as a freelancer. A holiday is a worrying time when I dont have work and am not getting paid! So I know the syndrome.
I hesitate to wish more illness on your catchment area , but I hope things look up...at least you have a musical cat...
I hope that things pick up for your department soon--not wishing ill health on anyone, please understand.
I am looking at a day this next week with a mere 5 OR cases scheduled. ugh. And, yes, it is mostly due to start of school. However, there is only so much catching up on paperwork, cleaning, inventory, the like that one can do before looking/finding trouble...
It sounds like you and D manage the stress in constructive ways together. No small thing that.
I'm not dealing much with illnesses, at least, these days. Injuries almost exclusively, orthopedics and sports injuries. And yes, when school is back in, it should pick up. My work is based on other's misfortunes, so I am used to it. I don't want them ill or hurt, but I would like them all to come where I work, and not elsewhere.
Still, if you are ill or injured, you want people who think treating you is fun and cool. Not to wish anyone ill, but, hey, if it happens, we gotcha!
Ach. I know from experience how itchy (yes) this kind of feeling can be, not being able to count on pay.
The alarms can't help. Intrusion. Good thoughts to all three of you and I hope you've had a happy day .....
"...Purring most resonantly, like a cat in a guitar..."
I'll ignore the wisecracks about what it'd really sound like and just say that's one of the best descriptions I've heard in a long time. I can almost hear it now.
Glad he settled down quickly.
p,
Like a cat who'd crawled in a guitar, and started to purr. Which, indeed, would be quite unlike a cat put in, or trapped in a guitar. That would not be in any way a pleasant sound, but not unlike certain would-be-guitarists I've heard at Wagstaff Music sales.
Quonset, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quonset_hut
There is a monastery near Huntsville that has a Quonset hut turned into a church, decorated, they can be austerely lovely.
http://www.vocationsformen.com/Church.htm
(o)
Ach, yes, I know it too well too. The last week of July went completely dead, the few appts I did have canceled... all the sudden no one wanted me and it was a very icky feeling.
xoxo
"like a cat in a guitar" -- the phrase struck me, too. Suspending disbelief and strings for a moment, and presupposing the cat wanted to be there, it could be quite lovely. School starts, soon, yes? (I know, perhaps not soon enough.)
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