Musings

Hank the Siamese cat is slowing down. He is nine years old - 63 cat years. Hey, I'm 64 - but he hasn't the availability of a cat-gym or the desire to chase ladies running around in their underwear.

(Running, guys, running... As in road races...)

So he is spending more and more time snoozing.

I'd hate to lose him. He had a physical last week, seems to be just fine for his age, no complaints, but just not the kitten he once was.

Regarding a book I am reading - Passionate Marriage, it is an interesting book, about 25 pages compressed into 500 pages. So very slow going. But the bottom line is that you have to become differentiated, i.e., dependent on your own commitments and perceptions and principles.

Well, duh.

But it also talks about "normal neurosis", in that we are all slightly crazy, so should just understand and accept that.

To which I add, we are all slightly in emotional pain, with some undercurrent of disappointment or betrayal or hopelessness, but also hopefully embued with an enduring sense of hopefulness.

The most healthy among us may still not be deliriously happy, but we know there is a pony out there somewhere and expect to find it.

So you just have to keep looking. And not give up, or settle for second best.

Surrender is not an option.

It just won't work.