ODE TO A FISH

Current mood: guilty

Oh Speedy Gonzales,

You were a good fish.

You greeted me every morning, like a puppy,

You reminded me to pay attention,

And you kept me company during my most stressful times at work.

Blowing bubbles in the water.

Slapping your tail against the bowl,

You left a happy impression deep in the hearts of everyone here.

You will be missed.

I am so sorry.

In the crazy hubbub of my own selfish life, I neglected you poor fish.

I forgot that although I think tap water simply tastes bad…

For fishies, tap water is deadly.

But is it right for a fish, to rely on chemicals to survive… is that really living?

They say that fish live short lives,

But you were still strong and healthy after over a year on my desk.

They say that fish have short memories.

So perhaps you have already forgiven my mistake.

Oh fishy-boy!

Perhaps now you will be able to truly swim free.

All of your fishy companions who did not last as long as you did, will be there with open-fins…

Waiting to swim with you into fishy-heaven

Speedy Gonzales… you were a good fish.

And I am glad of our time together in this world.

Swim on little buddy. Swim on.

Heartbreaker

Current mood: accomplished

Went to see Karaoke Apocalypse last Friday night. Got to sing mi favorite Pat Benetar song which always makes me happy :)

Check it out for entertainment if you's got's the time.

The mouse ran up the clock

Current mood: sympathetic

This blog comes to you from Cincinnati, where I am currently spending a little time with my grandparents.

I unfortunately have thus far failed at my one goal of getting them to share stories. I feel intrusive when I talk (they live a quiet life) so I try to just be a smiling, warm, and quiet presence while I'm here.

I know that time speeds up as we pass through our lives. What I'm learning now is that for some, like my grandparents, the experience of time becomes even more bizarre as more time must be spent on doing things which used to take no time at all. I watch my grandparents as they exhaust themselves simply walking from point A to point B. They insist on doing things for me instead of allowing me to do things for them, and I wonder if it isn't in some subcouncious way, an attempt on their part to feel like they are using their time well.

I'll be back home by end of day tomorrow. My time on this trip is already zooming by.