Making Room For Peace



My Mother’s American Flyer Train Set

Making Room For Peace was the sermon topic at our UU congregation yesterday. Our lay speaker focused on the spiritual side of living with less and on the joy received when we share our possessions with others. Donning that moral armor, I tackled another box and was halted in my tracks: my mother's American Flyer train set. All I was able to do was repack it in a plastic box. Maybe another day I can let it go.

This setback, if it was one, inspired me to box up and move on a bunch of our glassware. I also put into use a couple of glass coffee cups I'd won as prizes at the now-defunct Broward Fern Society's shows for my ferns. Ditto for the owl cup I bought on my birding trip to Serbia a couple of winters ago. If these get broken from use, so be it. Better than being tucked back in a cupboard and forgotten.

Most of my psychic energy this weekend was used up with taking our sweet cat Annie to the emergency vet Friday night. She had been hit by a car and ended up with a broken pelvis and scrapped-up rear leg. Now she is in kitty jail for 6-8 weeks while her pelvis knits back together. Thank goodness our son had one of our large dog crates which he quickly brought over and set up. That was the only quick thing about the experience.
Annie 

We found Annie on the porch when we got back from music at Mickel Park. She was crying and couldn't walk well. I grabbed her before she tried to jump on the bed. Grant got the cardboard kitty carrier, and we went to St. Francis Emergency Animal Hospital, where we had taken son's dog Bobby after he ate too much of the sofa. Don't ask, however feeding him pumpkin worked eventually. The vet said he could feel crenelation (sp?) in Annie's hips, and their x-ray machine was broken. Not good. On to VCA Hollywood Animal Hospital, which was really busy. We finally spoke to the vet at 2:00 am, way past our bedtime. Just as she was going to give us an estimate, she was called to a birth. Eventually she got back the estimate. We okay-ed x-rays, (which would be done within 2 hours, then needed to be read, another hour), with the proviso the vet would call us the next morning with results so we could decide what to do. No point in having Annie's leg sutured if her pelvis was shattered.

Home to bed, up at 6:00 to work at our congregation's yard sale, back to vet at 10:30 for results, since we'd never got a call about x-ray results. Only waited an hour. Yay, cage rest should work. Okay-ed having leg sutured and another night's stay. Back Sunday at 12:30 to pick up.

She is on pain meds that are making her sleepy. So far, so good.


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