To everything there is a Season...

While catching up on a friend's blog (http://goatgoddess.wordpress.com), a comment she'd made stopped me in my tracks. A piece she was working on included a tape measure as her 'timeline' and she stated she was "more than a bit past my half way mark".

She's my age.

And THAT got me thinking: How does your age affect your art?

When I was a kid (4th grade I believe) I had this dread of dying before I'd 'done anything', because then nobody would even know I'd been alive. (Is that morbid for a 4th grader? I dunno.) Looking back, I've been pretty lax (for me) about 'getting things done'. There was always plenty of time 'later' and I could make mistakes or putz around and not wind up with diddly to show for it, and that was OK.

But now, even if I DON"T up and die suddenly as some have done recently, the time I have left is less than the time I've spent getting here and now. So, what am I gonna do with the time I think I have left?

What's on your list?

Feline of the Apocalypse

After a tense week it appears that my grumpy old man in a fur coat (aka Ski) will pull thru. I finally had to get some pills to stimulate his appetite - he'd sniff the bowl but not eat. He got as gaunt as Don Quixote's noble steed. And more than a bit wobbly. The other two have been giving him the 'you're strange, there's something wrong with you' sniffs & stares...

I could have taken him to the vet for an IV, but that would be just as likely to push him over the edge - it stresses him so much. And offends his 'dignity,' which is very important to him.

So I've coaxed and coddled and today he's eaten a decent amount for a convalescent old fart. I don't think I have to say goodbye yet.