What I really worry about

And, not much I can do about this either except accept

I have to tell you — I’ve gotten to the point where I think ANYTHING I hear on the MSM to be nothing but pure BS and Narrative, not that I listen to it often. I don’t believe a thing I hear about the Election, CoVid-1984, the Russians, etc. But sometimes it’s good to listen to NPR for a few minutes just to see what it is they want you to focus on and believe.

Do I really worry about all these false Narratives (e.g. AGW, CoVid-1984)? Nah, it’s all good. These Stories are just to help usher in the Great Reset, which I’m sure will be great for everyone otherwise they wouldn’t be doing it and I trust them whoever they are.

Me, I just worry about the important things in life, specifically:

• Starving to Death;

• Freezing to Death; and

• Dying of Heat Prostration (yeah, go ahead and laugh; have you ever lived through a Summer in Southern Indiana?)

I also used to worry about ticks and chiggers, but I’ve finally figured that one out and even wrote a song about it. (The first very bad rendition, very out of tune, recorded for posterity by the Indiana Historical Society, in Otis’s garage).

So, what do I really REALLY worry about?

Poop; specifically, Nashoba’s poop on the floor.

I have standards. I remember leaving for work some maybe 35-40 year ago, and saw some dog poop on the floor and I thought to myself, “Oh, I’ll take care of it tonight when I get back from work”. But then I stopped, and said, “No. I Have Standards. No shit on the floor.” Never let it be said I don’t have Standards.

Nashoba’s getting old, helped along quite a bit from that car-accident after which he lost control over those nerves that control his sphincter muscles. And now it’s not cute poopy balls but big poopy sausages. You step on a cute Poopy Ball and get a cute miniature Poopy Pancake. What happens when you step on a Poopy Sausage? A 100 pound wolf can leave quite the Poopy Plop.

And I still have carpeting upstairs (poopy on wood or tile is much preferable to poopy on carpet), and he can still (barely) make it up the stairs at night. The room is kept very cold for him (and my king-sized wave-less water bed with a mattress topper is set to 92 or 93 oF with my digital temperature control, so I’m happy too).

But, I’m not sure how may more days he will still be able to make it up the stairs … He’ll walk up a couple stairs, stop, walk up a couple more, stop, and it’s painful to watch.

Have an interesting problem to solve.

I think I’ll just move my bedroom downstairs.

Like, do I have to wait for him to fall down the stairs and break his hip to know that maybe it is time ? He’ll follow me anywhere, even if it would kill him.

Think ahead a little bit maybe sometimes perhaps if you really have to.

Otherwise I’d just say make it up as you go along.

I think I’ll move my bedroom downstairs Today, and not Procrastinate.

Today walking on the side of a hill, he fell over onto his side. This evening, thank doG, he pooped outside. He tried to do the squatting thing with his tail up, but fell onto his butt. I helped him up. (And he still wants to go off after those silly coyotes that have been hanging around and walking on “my” path).

It’s really all about poop. I think I already did a whole posting on poop[1], didn’t I?

And you know, I can’t really do anything about this either.

Yep, I’ll just say it: I spend way too much of my time worrying about shit. Literally. And shit that I can’t do anything about.

TimE.

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[1] https://timellison.substack.com/p/animals-love-eating-poop