You will all be saddened to know... Usher is no longer with us. I fed the four fish recently and Usher refused to eat. How does one encourage a fish to eat? Is it like the proverbial horse led to water? The following morning when I looked in the tank I was horrified to see his lifeless body floating around to the current of the tank. I noticed that his black scales have a golden sheen to them.
I sigh to myself every time I feed Hogan, Chauncey and Gussy. I guess that's what I get for naming Usher after a Poe character.
Lately I've been through many rough drafts. Some were really rough. Some were harsh mistrals. Some were hurricane-force gales. And then there was the occasional refreshing zephyr. I think I've graded around sixty of them.
I made an interesting discovery tonight. In a drawer of the ER greeter desk I found some crayons in a biohazard speciman bag. I laughed.
Today I sat in front of an autumn landscape by McEntee, near Marriage of Hiawatha noticing the somber blue tones of the walls. No, I don't find it abnormal to notice the wall color in an art museum. I looked through the door toward the cheery yellow PNC gallery, where I would be shortly. May is coming. I want a holiday.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Monday, February 23, 2009
Unbreak
Before leaving on break, Kristin asked me to feed her fish while she was gone. Perhaps she thought it would give my life meaning and purpose. The first night I shlumped into the room and sadly fed the four of them. It served as a reminder that I had been left alone and couldn't go see my crazy lovable family.
Today, I realized that the five of us had been deserted together, and I should look on them as comrades. After all, the highlight of their day is probably when I flip on the light and put a pinch of food in their tank. After this realization, I became more sympathetic and their personalities -- animalities? marinalities? --have emerged a bit.
The bug-eyed goldfish, I've decided to call Gussy. He's rather aggressive, and always seems happy to see me. He is named for Gussy Finknottle.
There is a quieter more cautious goldfish (without bug-eyes) who I have chosen to call Hogan. Because he is shy ---desperately shy.
There is another more friendly goldfish (also without bug-eyes) who I have decided to call Chauncey, because 'Chauncey' is fun to say. Chauncey-Chauncey.
The fourth fish, Usher, has been worrying me. He's a black fish with bug-eyes. He has taken to cowering behind the yellow coral all the time, except when he hesitantly slips out to get a bit of food. I've named him Usher, and I considered calling Kristin to ask if this is his usual marinality or if he needs to visit the fish doctor. Maybe the goldfish pick on him.
Today, I realized that the five of us had been deserted together, and I should look on them as comrades. After all, the highlight of their day is probably when I flip on the light and put a pinch of food in their tank. After this realization, I became more sympathetic and their personalities -- animalities? marinalities? --have emerged a bit.
The bug-eyed goldfish, I've decided to call Gussy. He's rather aggressive, and always seems happy to see me. He is named for Gussy Finknottle.
There is a quieter more cautious goldfish (without bug-eyes) who I have chosen to call Hogan. Because he is shy ---desperately shy.
There is another more friendly goldfish (also without bug-eyes) who I have decided to call Chauncey, because 'Chauncey' is fun to say. Chauncey-Chauncey.
The fourth fish, Usher, has been worrying me. He's a black fish with bug-eyes. He has taken to cowering behind the yellow coral all the time, except when he hesitantly slips out to get a bit of food. I've named him Usher, and I considered calling Kristin to ask if this is his usual marinality or if he needs to visit the fish doctor. Maybe the goldfish pick on him.
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