My bedside clock currently reads 12:57 AM. I had anticipated being in bed by 11:30 PM, but other things took priority.
As I prepared to head upstairs to my bedroom, Flyer was still with us. Her condition has vacillated throughout the entire day, but still appears to be pretty grim. In consultation with the vet, it was decided that since she was not in any apparent discomfort or distress, it was best to keep her comfortable and surrounded by loved ones. And that is what we have done.
With that reassurance, I mowed the yard, trimmed, and accomplished a number of items inside and outside within two hours. I ran to Meijer for some groceries, and then picked up a chef salad from Marion’s pizzeria. Shortly after returning home, I completed some more tasks, ate my dinner, and then took the kids on a walk.
Since the Fraze Pavilion was completely packed, and the amplification resounding with a tad more volume than most concerts, I sat on the curb in the parking lot near the baseball diamonds and soccer practice –fields to enjoy the music, gaze up at the stars, and lose myself in a ton of philosophical and spiritual inner-conversations. It was refreshing, but also somewhat daunting. The acceptance of some realities is a bit of a struggle at times, but it is necessary to endure them, learn from them and work with them.
After taking Flyer out to the front yard to potty, and while she was drinking water on her own volition in the kitchen, I took advantage of her being out of my study to vacuum that room, the guest bedroom, and the living room. By this time it was nearing midnight, and I was excited to head to bed little early. However, I was delighted to received two emails, one from my dear friend Jeff Carter who was writing from England, and another dear friend. I ended up responding to the one friend with a rather large volume of writing, discussing each of our experiences for today. That particular email ended up becoming a philosophical essay.
In the morning, Mother will arrive after at least four hours on the road between Fowler Indiana and Kettering Ohio. I am praying that Flyer will survive long enough for Mother to see her one last time. Of course, the selfish side of me would rather Flyer stay around for a few more years. However, some things are meant to be.