A sign of the season...
Jun. 20th, 2005 10:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ferenTonight, while I was taking the trash and the recyclables out the curb (sometime around 9:16 PM or so), I saw the first firefly of the season. I had just gotten a bag full of garbage and used cat litter out to the end of the driveway when I happened to look up. My timing couldn't have been better, because just as I did a firefly buzzed by and winked his light. I was so startled I dropped the bag and stood up to squint, because I didn't really recognize what I had seen. He flashed again once more and then disappeared into the night.
I stood out in front of the house for something like ten minutes after that, just waiting to see if I'd see any more of those ghostly green lights. I didn't, but that's okay. While I was out here I had time to enjoy the weather...tonight it's teetering upon the edge as it can't quite make up its mind between being "spring-cool" or "summer-warm and a little bit humid." The weather, along with the sighting of that lone firefly, caused a few memories to tickle the back of my brain. One of the strongest ones was from about 20 years ago, when I spent a few weeks in Long Island, where one of my uncles lives. I was at my uncle's house, and spent an entire evening running around his yard and catching fireflies in a jar. Another memory was of a much more recent time: when I was living in Wheeling with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roho and genet, I spent quite a few of my nights (when the weather would permit it) standing outside and just staring at the stars and the moon. Back then I was thinking about somebody. Now, when I do the same thing in the back yard of my own home, I think about those memories. Maybe that's weird, maybe it's some sort of "meta-zen" when I think about memories of thinking of people (I think maybe I think too much).
On the topic of Ra: He seems to be doing well. In the time that has elapsed since my last update about him there have been no accidents that I've been able to discover. The daily tending of his litter box shows he's still passing urine, though it's hard to tell if he's passing as much as he should since I cannot accurately gauge his water intake. The other problem is that I'm not able to get a good sense of if there's still blood in his waste -- his litter just clumps around it and leaves no hints. I may put down a plastic cat pan liner and sprinke No-Sorb atop it to see if I can get a sample. Since he's finished the first week of antibiotics I want to make sure I'm not seeing any extra colors that shouldn't be there.
Here's to keeping fingers crossed.
I stood out in front of the house for something like ten minutes after that, just waiting to see if I'd see any more of those ghostly green lights. I didn't, but that's okay. While I was out here I had time to enjoy the weather...tonight it's teetering upon the edge as it can't quite make up its mind between being "spring-cool" or "summer-warm and a little bit humid." The weather, along with the sighting of that lone firefly, caused a few memories to tickle the back of my brain. One of the strongest ones was from about 20 years ago, when I spent a few weeks in Long Island, where one of my uncles lives. I was at my uncle's house, and spent an entire evening running around his yard and catching fireflies in a jar. Another memory was of a much more recent time: when I was living in Wheeling with
roho and genet, I spent quite a few of my nights (when the weather would permit it) standing outside and just staring at the stars and the moon. Back then I was thinking about somebody. Now, when I do the same thing in the back yard of my own home, I think about those memories. Maybe that's weird, maybe it's some sort of "meta-zen" when I think about memories of thinking of people (I think maybe I think too much).On the topic of Ra: He seems to be doing well. In the time that has elapsed since my last update about him there have been no accidents that I've been able to discover. The daily tending of his litter box shows he's still passing urine, though it's hard to tell if he's passing as much as he should since I cannot accurately gauge his water intake. The other problem is that I'm not able to get a good sense of if there's still blood in his waste -- his litter just clumps around it and leaves no hints. I may put down a plastic cat pan liner and sprinke No-Sorb atop it to see if I can get a sample. Since he's finished the first week of antibiotics I want to make sure I'm not seeing any extra colors that shouldn't be there.
Here's to keeping fingers crossed.
