Gonna work on another dolly today.
On thing I read in the prayer book last night that I really liked was something about having the right to follow your dreams and become what you were meant to be. I certainly didn't get that attitude while I was growing up; my parents basically wrote me off and figured I'd be a low-income ne'er-do-well. As it turned out, I became a secretary, an unrewarding profession, monetarily and intellectually.
I was making barely-passing grades in high school because I was disheartened, depressed and just treading water to graduate and get the fuck away from there. My dad sat me down one evening and told me that I should just go ahead and drop out of school, that he would get me a job [as what? custodian?]. I smiled at him, a mean smile, where the stretching of my flesh over my teeth felt like that of a death's head, and I told him, "I'm not dropping out." Just goes to show how much of a waste they took me for. When your parents, of all people, think you're worthless, how could you help but believe them? And that goes so deep as to become enmeshed in the fiber of your being.
If I'd given it any thought, though, and this option didn't occur to me back then, I could have dropped out of high school, avoiding all that unnnecessary and damaging social and emotional bullshit, and gotten my G.E.D. Maybe even gotten out of town early. But, I didn't think of that. I believe that's what Pink said she did. Smart.
Okay, I'm turning that thing off. When I did a spelling/grammar check and got the "readability statistics" afterward, my Flesch-Kincaid grade level was 6.8. Know what I say to that? Pfffththhhh!
I've recently noticed that Peep's hind legs are pigeon-toed. I wonder if that's gonna be a problem. She sure gets around with no trouble; she's the most intrepid of the bunch.
I should write K. and see how Cricket and Tiger are doing. Last time we communicated, though, she expressed frustration over their clawing and said she was going to get them declawed. That bothered me so much, but there's nothing I can do about it. I sent her links about how to modify scratching behavior, but she only replied snippily, "thanks, I'll check them out." Getting the cats declawed at this late stage is just awful, especially awful. So, I kinda don't want to get in touch with K. because I don't want to know if they've undergone that surgery. Poor Tiger and Cricket, their little spirits.
See, that's why I'm hesitant to let the cats go up for adoption through the placement agency. I'd rather be able to choose the new parents myself, people who are savvy, would feed them good food and would never consider getting them declawed.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 12:01 PM
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