Saturday, February 28, 2015

It started with a cat bonking me in the face

I've been somewhat out of commission this week. It all started with a cat bonking me in the face.

Yes, Vasil is one adorable 10-pounder - and he has a skull made of steel, apparently. I pulled him out of a cupboard and he flipped back like we were fly fishing and hit me squarely on the nose. Long story short, this threw my neck out and by Thursday I thought my brain was going to come through my forehead.
 The culprit. Doesn't he look cute and innocent?
My acupuncturist, trying to stifle a giggle: "This was all because of a cat?"

So here I am, tentatively back in the land of the living, and I hear about Leonard Nimoy. I have a sad. It's been a strange week.
I would credit whoever came up with this, but have no idea. Someone very clever.

He once said he thought people connected with Spock because "they recognize in themselves this wish that they could be logical and avoid the pain of anger and confrontation."

"How many times have we come away from an argument wishing we had said and done something different?" he asked.

Many times.

I've been thinking about life and death this week. An older relative made a rather amazing recovery after aortic valve surgery, and then I found out that four of the members of my graduating class in high school have died, as well as someone who I had been close friends with who was a year behind us. I was talking to Mr. RK about this last night on our date and he deadpanned, "How cheerful. Tell me more about your dead classmates!"

After surviving complications from a life-threatening illness almost three years ago, I am constantly trying to remind myself that the little stuff doesn't matter. And as someone said, it's all little stuff.

That said, ranting in this space is one of my great pleasures in life, and you can expect more to come!

17 comments:

LL Cool Joe said...

Maybe actually it's all the little stuff that does matter, maybe it's the big stuff that doesn't.

Sorry to hear about your injury, sounds painful. I've been ill the last couple of weeks and it does make me view life differently.

Elephant's Child said...

Vasil looks very like Jazz, so I don't view him as a furry innocent. In Jazz's case a pose like that is an invitation to play his version of Russian roulette. 'Scrach my belly. I will purr. You might bleed - but I WILL purr...'
I am glad to hear that you are on the mend - and look forward to many rants from you in the future.
And yes, it has been a strange week.
Very strange. And more than a little sad.

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Vasil, you big bully!

A friend of mine died this week too. Not a super close friend, but a woman I had been in a goddess circle with a few years ago. I haven't seen or even thought of her in probably 5 years, yet earlier this week she just popped into my head and I wondered how she was doing. She died on Monday and I heard the news on Thursday. Something in my subconscious must have felt her passing and registered in that "random" thought.

Abby said...

This year has started out with a lot of death for me too. My HS track coach being the latest casualty. Sorry for your losses, it's part of the human experience I suppose. It is all little stuff, but rant away!

And Vasil looks a lot like our fat Kat, who left us a couple of years ago (ran away) - probably in protest of the diet food we fed her.

Granny Annie said...

Hugs xxxxxx

agg79 said...

Yea, right now death seems to be on everyone's mind. We were slowly dealing with MIL's death and then I read about Leonard Nimoy's passing on Friday at lunch. Very sad. He may have played Spock on the campy series back in the 60's but his portrayal of a logical, rational, complex half-human, half-Vulcan inspired a lot of nerds out there. A legend in the stars.

We should all learn to appreciate the life we have. I face my own mortality years ago and came to appreciate the things are sometimes taken for granted. Life's too short to sweat the little stuff.

Charles Gramlich said...

Sometimes its hard to keep thinking of it as little stuff when it keeps dropping on you. Hope your neck gets completely back to normal soon.

A Beer For The Shower said...

...And we will eternally enjoy these rants you give us, along with your cat related injury anecdotes.

So far six of our former high school classmates (and there were only 200-something of us total) have committed suicide. It's confusing and sad and horrible that so many would feel that's the only way out.

G. B. Miller said...

Continuing on a morbid theme, I've lost close to one dozen former classmates over the years (only one who ate his gun, so to speak) and while I wasn't particularly close to any of them it still leaves a small gap as a lot of them left the world a slightly better shape when they did.

On a sillier note, your whacking your neck/back out of whack with a cat reminds me on how I broke my hand punching out a box.

'Nuff said. :D

Mike_D said...


Obviously, it was all caused by a penis.

Dexter Klemperer said...

Seems like that as long as you have the amusing Mr. RK around, it should be easy to forget the little stuff.

Lee said...

Keep ranting, RK...it's ranting that sustains us. I should know...I'm the world's greatest, unheralded,un-crowned ranter! :)

Lynn said...

Well that was a little freak accident! Hope you are recovering from that.

And I was sad about Leonard Nimoy, too. I used to call him Dr. Spock by accident. And I loved him in Mission Impossible, too.

Blue Grumpster said...

The truth is that people don't want hear about or think about death. And then it hits their family and they change their mind. Now why is that?

Your cat looks just like my cat. Minor difference... my Mongo weighs a bit more. He doesn't know...

Blue Grumpster said...

Meow!

klahanie said...

I recall the time I had a pussy on my face....

I think dealing with a life-threatening illness can focus the mind on the little stuff that life has to offer.

Gary :)

Holland said...

Sometimes little stuff matters a great deal.. a cat with a hard head and a snickering acupuncturist doesn't mean much separately both put them together in the right context it is rather funny... But I hope that you feel much better now...