The Tide is Turning

"The tide is turning... the enemy is suffering terrible losses"
-Gen. Geo. A. Custer

In the back yard, it’s time for my miniature dish gardens to harvest their final crops. Took a bunch of flowers from a nearby potato vine and dropped them into the wheelbarrow in my cotoneaster bonsai.

In other news, I took the Bad Kitty to the vet yesterday to get her allergy drugs. Came home with a box of syringes, a nifty red carton for disposing of sharps, 2 vials (#1 and #2, mysteriously) and a schedule for shooting her up in various amounts and various days that would challenge the computer that figures out Major League Baseball schedules. Not to mention another $200. Is it worth it? Well, as my old buddy Kaye used to say, it presents Another Freaking Opportunity for Growth. Injecting my precious BK with increasingly potent serum custom-made to “desensitize” her from the grasses and such that make her itch and twitch should be more fun than, say, poking myself in the eye with a sharp stick. Her allergy report says she’s allergic to psychedelic mushrooms (Amanita muscaria), stale fruitcake, Maybelline Freaky Fuchsia nail polish, and that white cheesy stuff.


Also in the backyard, my morning glory vine is too happy and overgrowing it’s small plot surrounded by sidewalk. Be careful what you wish for.

And what do we reassure ourselves when we collect? As any college freshman who has taken Psychology 101 knows, Maslow's hierarchy of needs includes esteem, love, safety, food, and collectibles. That’s what Wikipedia says. The theory, as I understand it, is that the more stuff we have, the happier we will be. Also, if we get enough stuff, we may live forever. Not sure how he figured that, but it’s been a while since I’ve been to college. I seem to recall however, that Psychology is pretty much just a public argument over whose belief system makes the most sense when held up next to reality. I forget what reality is.