Thursday 13 November : Full Moon

Full moon today. But it's cloudy, and cold -- there is frost, but it melts quickly. Fergus went right back out after our walk. He is becoming more playful, affectionate, and light hearted. He is feeling better. Hair is beginning to grow back in on his back legs. He doesn't itch and bite at himself as much. Only after the vinegar, and I expect that is because it stings. It certainly stings the little cuts and cracks in my fingers that open up anew every week at work.

Where we are very busy. We have tons of orders. J doesn't seem to be coming in any earlier tho, and when she finally does get there, she works hard and fast to get the orders out. The phone has been busy too, with new orders and questions about previous orders. It got kinda crazy yesterday and I chalked it up to the full moon.

I have decided to use primarily cash at the market and not so many checks. If the bounced check was a result of a simple timing thing, then if I use cash there will be less in and out of the account going on. And if I use cash, I will spend more carefully, tho I am not, by any stretch, a spendthrift. But I do like to buy a certain amount when I use a check to warrant using a check. It all gets so convoluted.

I told L&J about FF's most recent burst of selfishness towards M, and L understood immediately, while J didn't so much so. And that is because L understands how inefficient the mass transit system is here, while J is thinking it is comparable to Japan's. What a joke. Comparable to -- I don't even know what because I expect even some of the poorest countries have better public transportation than we do here in the land of the lonely cowboys riding the range. Even Jamaica is crisscrossed by a bus system that accommodates the fact many, many people do not have cars. To not have a car here -- living outside of a major city -- is akin to being an idiot or a freak. Or a loser. Lowest of the low. Thankfully I have finally -- after how many years? -- gotten over my sense of shame and humiliation walking home up the hill from work. Tho I am at a place where I simply enjoy the walk. It feels good. And even when it was cold, like last night, I am warm by the time I am halfway home, especially when carrying groceries, as I was. And the sky is often magnificent. And yesterday I saw the big, nearly full moon.

I slept well. 2 cats again but they sorted themselves out soon enough, and I am managing to get 2 ton Topaz to understand I do not want him lying on my legs. Pearl the little fish seemed to be ailing yesterday, she ate hardly at all, and I wonder if she is failing fast. I noticed this morning she had finally eaten the food I gave her yesterday morning. She is not nearly so cheerful and adaptable in her disabled state as Joy is, or Homer was. Poor little fish. She makes me feel sad. But there is nothing else I can do for her short of euthanizing her and I do not ever plan to do that. I still remember reading about how to do it on the goldfish website and feeling a small amount of shock.

Well, that pen just died.

Anyway, what else is there to say in these last few lines. I hear the bubbling gurgle of the fish tanks and the fridge humming diligently. P sits here hunkered down close beside me. She seems to have calmed down again, tho I had to recently shove her into the box as she was attacking Topaz again. I sent M a check yesterday and a package of that clay face masque she likes.