As Joan the cat continues to heal slowly, she’s been catching a break every day from the cone that prevents her from over-grooming the broken skin on her tummy and leg.
There she is, catching a break in her favorite tunnel toy. When we catch her licking the problem area again, we have to catch her and put the cone back on, which breaks my heart. However, Joan seems to be a lot cooler and more comfortable about the cone than I am. She can even catch mice (who can’t seem to catch a break around here) when wearing it.
There’s Joan with cone, catching a break while I’m catching up with my morning routine of writing this blog. I’m imagining that she is suggesting that I catch a break from my worry about her wearing a cone for so long. I know that soon we all will be catching a break when Joan’s cone comes off permanently.
Here’s our other cat, Harley, catching a break from Joan’s relentless efforts to play with him.
Is anybody catching a break in my other images for today?
We hope to be catching a break from our broken shower (which caused a lot of hidden damage) with extensive repairs, including getting new tiles installed. We were catching a break at Home Depot last night checking out the tiles there, including the ones that are already on the bathroom walls.
I’ve been catching a break by sending out tweets on Twitter.
It says a lot about the state of the world that I’m having trouble catching a break no matter how noisy or quiet it is. I’m going to try to catch a break and enjoy any quiet I can find today.
It looks like the Daily Bitch can only catch a break when she gets some pizza.
Is anybody interested in catching a break by singing along to this song?
I look forward to catching any comments you leave about this catching-a-break post, below.
There’s no catching a break from my gratitude, which never stops!
Last night, when I had completed a very long work day (including facilitating two remote therapy groups where we discussed COVID, family issues, the past, the present, and the future), I tweeted this:
When somebody asked about my answer to that question, this is where I went:
When and where did I capture the other images in today’s blog?
We now know where the Daily Bitch is going, but we don’t know when.
When you looked at those photos, did you notice that Joan is now getting breaks from the cone? When her skin problem is healed, she’ll be where she needs to be to be totally cone-free!
I just took that photo in the room where I’m blogging.
Regarding the when and where of most of today’s photos: Yesterday I went to CVS and Marshall’s where I bought an ace bandage and a baby onesie for Joan. When Joan is without the cone, she prevents her skin from healing by licking where the problem is. When we tried the other solutions , Joan let us know where she is on this issue — she definitely prefers the cone!
This is the song that takes me back to when I was young and where there were transistor radios, a different kind of cone (ice cream), the sun, and the sea.
When and where might you leave a comment?
When you get to the end of my blog posts, that’s where you find my gratitude.
“You’re only as good as your last …” is a phrase I’ve heard completed many different ways. For example:
Personally, I don’t think we’re only as good as our last anything. I think our goodness outlasts and is not exclusively dependent on our most recent activity or accomplishment. As I tell people in my therapy groups, we’re human beings, not human doings. If our sense of worth is irrevocably tied to the last thing we’ve done, we’re never free from self doubt and we never get a respite from constant exertions until we die.
With that in mind, I tweeted this yesterday;
If I’m only as good as my last photo …
… I’m also in trouble, although it does match up quite nicely with the last and good Daily Bitch Calendar:
I’m not only as good as my last blog post, even if the words and images are good.
1a(1): old iron, glass, paper, or other waste that may be used again in some form (2): secondhand, worn, or discarded articles (3): CLUTTER sense 1b b: something of poor quality : TRASH c: something of little meaning, worth, or significance 2: pieces of old cable or cordage used especially to make gaskets, mats, swabs, or oakum 3 slang : NARCOTICS especially : HEROIN 4: JUNK BOND 5: baseball pitches that break or are off-speed (such as curveballs or changeups) 6 slang : male genitalia
Do you see any junk in today’s news or in today’s photos?
Amid all the junk from yesterday, last night my son Aaron and I saw a fox jump on the seawall and glide along, like a little grey spaceship, on the sand below. In my attempt to capture it, I took that last junky photo, above.
Have you heard any good quotes about junk? How about this one?
I hope this blooming post finds you blooming well on this blooming beautiful October morning.
Speaking of blooming, all my blooming doctors and everybody else who sees me says that I look blooming wonderful as I am blooming and recovering from my blooming valve replacement surgery last month.
My blooming friend, Carol, gave us a blooming plant soon after my blooming boyfriend and I got home from blooming Rochester, Minnesota, where I had my blooming open heart surgery.
As you can see in that blooming photo, that plant has a lot more blooming to do. As a matter of fact, I took that blooming photo moments after my blooming boyfriend, Michael, was saying out loud to that blooming plant: “Bloom! Bloom!”
Would you like to blooming see all my other blooming photos from yesterday?