Animals. I've had animals on the brain a lot of late. We still have our foster kitty, renamed Sunflower (or Sunny, for short). I renamed her something more positive than Crybaby was, and I swear her personality has brightened under the name change. She has a propensity for searching out sunbeams and laying in their path, and since I call her "my little sunflower," she started answering to that, and it stuck. We've dealt with a few minor health issues along the way, but she is adjusting quite well to our family. Even the dog plays well with her (most of the time).
As I've mentioned, I volunteer at a local animal shelter. Our main mission is to save as many lives as we can, so we can match adoptable animals to potential forever homes. However, as with anything in life, there is occasional loss. During my shift yesterday, I spent some time helping with some sick kittens in our kitten nursery. Our shelter director was called out on an emergency, and we were unable to euthanize a very ill kitten, and a volunteer was holding it and attempting to comfort it as much as she could. I felt compelled to take a turn with the kitten. I wasn't sure why, but it made my heart ache, so I took over the duties with this little kitten. It was not easy. The kitten was in respiratory distress and suffocating on fluid. I held it in a blanket, as close to my chest as possible, up against my heart, as I caressed its fur, tiny head, and ears, and attempted to make it as comfortable as possible. It passed away snuggled against my breast. I spent a lot of the evening angry--angry at pet owners who refuse to care for their animals, who don't spay and neuter--and I tried to figure out why it was so important to take a turn with this kitten. It dawned on me. As hard as it was, it was easier to give something of myself, even if a little, than to walk away. It made me sick to think that the kitten was there, and I had to give something. It would have hurt more to walk away. I have dealt with dying animals before, but this one affected me so much more. It was one of the most difficult and yet moving experiences of my life.
So, what else have we been into? I've been enjoying the summer spending time with my family before I go back to the grind of teaching. We've been playing a lot in sand, and in water, reading stories together and watching movies. I admit to a growing frustration with my teething infant's lack of desire when it comes to sleeping, but we're managing. I'm preparing for a course redesign this semester, mandated by my department--I, along with two other adjuncts, will be testing out a new design for our freshman composition courses, and in some ways, I'm grateful because I felt I was starting to develop a rut when it came to my teaching/curriculum. The hubby received his HAM radio license, and I've enjoyed seeing him get so excited about this new hobby in his life. It especially proved valuable as a radio service during a massive storm in the area which did extensive damage to the region and has left tens of thousands without power (called a "super derecho," a violent and destructive wind and thunderstorm that was in a arc shape that spanned several states). The radio enabled us to stay connected to weather service updates during moments of unreliable power, as well as emergency updates, thanks to diligent amateur radio broadcasters. The storm was so bad that it took the neighbors' staked, full sized trampoline out of the ground, down the hill through our driveway (and over our car--sigh), and across our street into the next neighbors' yard. (Our car is OK--nothing a trip to the body shop won't fix. I will show a pic of the trampoline's landing spot.)
Well, that's about everything that I can think of. Now, if you'll excuse me, this sleep-deprived mama is going to search for rest. Good night. (Also, planning on getting back into our "What We Store" series soon. Keep an eye out.)
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| BTW, we need to mow our lawn. |
