From the start of this morning when I rolled out of bed to the sound of the Cabrini bells and felt I was late, late, late, for a very important date – I sensed a Monday of proportions bearing down on me.
Needing to get to my desk and having added two more animals to the routine – Arlene got short shrift on her walk. Loca got completely shortchanged. And when I went to take care of a friend’s cats, I walked into a vomit scene that looked like Slaughterhouse Five with two bony old cats cowering in the corner shivering under the weight of the occasion.
Lunch was a visit with a friend whose needs right now far exceed what the universe is capable of giving her. No prayers can heal her pain. It’s a lose lose situation no matter how the next months play out. Woe is her – and her woe weighs heavy on my heart.
And then the afternoon began to tumble into a sort of melancholy – what am I doing with my life? Where am I adding value? What is valuable to me? Why does life seem like one collective sigh sometimes?
Today ended with the mayor picking up the piñatas I gave him last night – the scarlet red Sesame Street Oscar the Grouch piñatas have been propped on the porch all day, right hands lifted in a wave in a sort of garish guffaw at life itself.