Tuesday, December 13, 2011
So Anyway, The Fish
Yes...more filler. I am sure you are all hanging on the edge of your seats, in eager anticipation, waiting for my next update about my boring life. I guess if you put it all in one neat package and tie a pretty bow on top, it’s actually not that boring but aside from the highlights - moving to Miami, driving air boats, seeing and holding gators, having gator babies thinkin’ I’m their mama, feeding gators by hand, (well, my hand holding the stick that speared the meat that goes in to the baby gators’ mouths, that is), the tour buses plowing in to my car, the cruises, moving to Maine, experiencing the hoodlums experiencing their first snow, the past injuries, the interesting posts I used to write about strange women yanking roses off my brother’s rose bushes and leaving without a word while I stood right there, the experiments, the endless work hours and days, the drama of it all....sure, it seems so damn interesting but really? I think I have a pretty boring life.
And to be honest, I think it’s BECAUSE of those highlights that most days, I just do. not. have the energy to go out and do more interesting things. It seems most of the “interesting” things happen to me by complete accident and against my will.
Most days I just want to chill out, do boring things and sometimes, the highlight of my day is sitting back and watching the fish swim around in their little fishy world. It really is calming....once things are back in balance after a move and fish stop dying on your watch.
The dogs are high strung and don’t bring me peace. Sure, they make me laugh. Sure they are fun. Sure, they are cute. But peace? Ha! Forget it.
The cats are relatively peaceful until they get all uppity with each other and start hissing contests and swiping at each other or hacking up hair balls or climbing my fricken black out curtains leaving little claw holes all over them making them NOT black out curtains any more....growl!
I throw food out to the squirrels and birds outside, (holy crap I’m getting old...that’s what old people do), and watch them scamper about but it’s not necessarily peaceful because I have dogs in the house, behind me, whining behind the closed door because they want to eat the squirrels, please, open the door, let us out so we can chase and eat the squirrels.
No...the only ones who are peaceful and calming to watch are the fish. So, I hope this substrate change over works. I’ve been studying how to do it with minimal damage and I think things are going to look much better, stay cleaner longer, (and easier), when I get the corys they will be in heaven and the plants will hopefully thrive beyond belief in the sand. If only I could get a job working from home where I could sit next to the tank and work, and not have to commute, it would be just about perfect. If I made enough, I’d send the hoodlums off to “doggy daycare” to get out of my face for a few hours so I can just relax. Don’t take that wrong, yah I dig ‘em but there was a reason I did not intentionally seek dogs...I’m not sorry I have them, I’m just fricken tired.
Ok, on to the next one.
