Mandycat – foto Smith
Stopping grass has restarted my heart skipping beats. A doctor in Croatia said she thought it was caused by stress and I told her it couldn’t be because I was living the life of Riley in a beautiful foreign land and loving it. But it kept on skipping for two more years and seven more countries until we returned to the U.S. in 2009 and it went back to normal. Turns out living in lands where I couldn’t speak or understand the language was indeed stressful to my psyche — it took my two strongest gifts away: words and analysis. It’s ironic that returning to the extremely stressful USA made my heart relax because it was familiar stress. Go figure.
When I quit grass for a week or two 6 days ago to give our finances a break, my stress levels with the world’s problems and this insanity of greed called the Republican party caused my heart to start skipping every 10th or 12th beat, which didn’t bother me because overseas it was skipping every 3rd, 4th, or 5th beat. It was almost like an old friend had reappeared. Plus one of my closest longest friends has had a skipping heart for decades now and he’s still motivating over the hill.
This morning while telling Lady how frustrated I was with the Presidential debates last night because Mitt Romney kept lying, denying facts, flip-flopping, cheating, interrupting, violating the rules he’d agreed to, dissing the moderator, repeating the BIG LIE over and over and over like some sick insane evil robot, I felt my blood pressure flash up and took my pulse and it was skipping every three beats, so I listened to some Was (Not Was) music and whammo, calmed down, smiled, eased off.
So here’s a kittycat haiku and some adorable animal fotos to soothe the savage breast in this beast of me.
down on side, swishes tail,
glances at me, yawns
— Smith, 10.4.2012
In fact it’s 2-for-1 day here at the Smiths Pavilion of the Possible & Improbable.
cute, cuddly, comfortable,
— Smith, 10.4.2012
Ratcat – foto Smith