Hey, People!
Sorry. Does the exclamation point make me seem more chipper and excited than I want? I feel ok. I’m a little overwhelmed and I think my body is responding to it. Which isn’t great.
The LaFonda’s last days saga continues. It’s odd when you have a sick cat. There’s some part of your own fear and denial and projection that takes a toll. I’m just caught in this loop of constantly checking in with the cat. I’m hyperaware.
The truth is a few days ago she was under the bed and I looked at her and really felt like she was communicating that she was done. That she had had enough and was ready to go whenever I was willing to let her go. I think that is partially true but the facts are she is still up around, receiving and giving love, eating, drinking and hanging out a bit.
I have to accept that this is a cat in her very old age. Yes, she is sick and dying but she is also very much alive and just not the same cat I’ve known. I just have to take care of her and accept how she is now without assuming that every day is the worst and last and I have to help her die. Currently she is spending about a quarter of the day under the bed, a quarter on the bed and half hanging with her brother and me on the couch. I have taken to putting two cans of the kidney food in the Vitamix with some water and liquefying it. She seems to eat a lot more that way and also get some fluids. I’m also trying to do the subcutaneouns fluids three times a week.
When her time out in the world is less than her time under the bed I will reassess but right now it’s sort of a warm, sweet hospice situation over here.
I didn’t realize I hadn’t done standup in over a month until I went on the other night. It had just gotten away from me. In my defense, I was traveling for most of it. I can’t remember the last time, if ever, that I hadn’t done a set in that long. I went to The Comedy Store on Friday and it was kind of a rough re-entry. Having been hammering away for over a year to get the set I did for my special taping, I guess I needed the break. Being rusty feels shitty because you just have to take the hit, ride it out and wait. I did three sets on Saturday and I was back in the groove. I found the funny again. It’s odd that when you aren’t in the groove and you feel what that feels like, part of you thinks it will never come back. Which makes it very exciting when it does. So, Saturday was fun.
Today on the show I talk to Cedric the Entertainer and it was fun. He gave me a window into the St. Louis area comedy scene and when the business of black comedy really took off. On Thursday I talk to Paul Walter Hauser about being Richard Jewell, loving Jesus and his path in the biz. Good talks!
Enjoy!
Boomer lives!
Love,
Maron