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clevermanka) wrote2011-01-23 08:34 am
clevermanka) wrote2011-01-23 08:34 am
Cut the thick
Thank you to all for the kind words about Fetish. The rightness of my decision was confirmed by another downturn yesterday.
I looked at some photos of her Friday evening and realized she hasn't done many of those things (gaze out the back door at the birds, snuggle with me in bed, lie across my shoulders) in a very long time. I feel bad that I didn't reach this decision sooner. Her decline has been so long and slow (sixteen months or so) that it was hard for me to see the deterioration. I got so used to dealing with the indicators of her dis-health that they became the norm. When things got worse so incrementally, it was hard to see. I should have, but I didn't. Things are so unfocused when you're too close. At this point, I wish I didn't have to wait until Friday, but it gives me a week to devote my morning exercise hour and most of my evening time to her.
And now, lighter news!
The Late Night Callers put on a fucking awesome show at Liberty Hall last night for their first Lawrence performance. I heard several people voice the general opinion that they were great and they got by far the largest ovations of the evening. It's too bad that a wretched metal band chased out most of the crowd before The Spook Lights took the stage. Rob, as always, tore it up; Kelly is coming into her own as a guitarist and musician-performer and alternated deliciously between sultry and aggressive. The show was good enough that I was energized and hopping about afterward. I didn't get to sleep until nearly 2:00, which made this morning's 7:00 wake-up a bit disappointing.
The five hours I got weren't entirely restful, but I had some great and crazy dreams. Wish I could remember them more clearly. They mostly entailed me explaining to people that I'd been drugged and moved around the city. And possibly cloned. I spent a lot of time explaining to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roya_spirit that it was not me who vomited and passed out on her living room floor. I had a lot of those wake-up-from-the-dream-within-a-dream sequences. I was lucid through most of it, so I had a good time observing the events with some amusement. I wish I could remember more of the details because it seemed a hell of a good story at the time. Didn't make for refreshing sleep, though.
I don't have much use for most stuff on the radio, but I do like 96.5's Sunday morning 80s programming.
I looked at some photos of her Friday evening and realized she hasn't done many of those things (gaze out the back door at the birds, snuggle with me in bed, lie across my shoulders) in a very long time. I feel bad that I didn't reach this decision sooner. Her decline has been so long and slow (sixteen months or so) that it was hard for me to see the deterioration. I got so used to dealing with the indicators of her dis-health that they became the norm. When things got worse so incrementally, it was hard to see. I should have, but I didn't. Things are so unfocused when you're too close. At this point, I wish I didn't have to wait until Friday, but it gives me a week to devote my morning exercise hour and most of my evening time to her.
And now, lighter news!
The Late Night Callers put on a fucking awesome show at Liberty Hall last night for their first Lawrence performance. I heard several people voice the general opinion that they were great and they got by far the largest ovations of the evening. It's too bad that a wretched metal band chased out most of the crowd before The Spook Lights took the stage. Rob, as always, tore it up; Kelly is coming into her own as a guitarist and musician-performer and alternated deliciously between sultry and aggressive. The show was good enough that I was energized and hopping about afterward. I didn't get to sleep until nearly 2:00, which made this morning's 7:00 wake-up a bit disappointing.
The five hours I got weren't entirely restful, but I had some great and crazy dreams. Wish I could remember them more clearly. They mostly entailed me explaining to people that I'd been drugged and moved around the city. And possibly cloned. I spent a lot of time explaining to
roya_spirit that it was not me who vomited and passed out on her living room floor. I had a lot of those wake-up-from-the-dream-within-a-dream sequences. I was lucid through most of it, so I had a good time observing the events with some amusement. I wish I could remember more of the details because it seemed a hell of a good story at the time. Didn't make for refreshing sleep, though.I don't have much use for most stuff on the radio, but I do like 96.5's Sunday morning 80s programming.