Points Well Taken

 This was posted by a FB friend/fellow aged endurance rider who's got about a decade on me..."Hello, pain, my old friend!" - 

100 Miles to Auburn

2d ·

For one reason or another, I have been in a lot of pain much of this year, back pain, leg pain, pain the source of which I have no idea, and pains that are at this point old friends, but occasionally come and stay a little bit longer than I would like. At first, I thought the source was the weight I gained when I quit dieting to get my weight down for Tevis. Make no mistake. I gained quite a bit of that weight back and enjoyed putting on almost every pound but when I realize that it might be causing the pain I was in, I went back on the diet and I’m now just about back down to my Tevis weight. I’m happy about the weight loss, but the pain hasn’t gone away.

The next stop was my pain doc, who didn’t have anything to offer except stuff I’m not willing to undergo yet, strike two. In August, it had gotten so bad that I began to despair of being able to ride endurance anymore, at least at the 50 mile distance. When I didn’t finish the Detroit Horsepower ride, although the pain wasn’t the primary cause, I did sit down and have a long discussion with the riding buddy to see if he had any idea of things that I might do.

Along with the previously stated suggestions to improve my riding style, he did make one rather surprising suggestion. He told me I needed to ride more, not less. As the pain began to take over my thoughts, I had begun adding “rest days“ into my routine until I was barely riding enough to keep myself in some sort of shape, and the horses were only marginally ready to do 50 mile rides. He thought that was a mistake. He suggested that I ride at least 5 to 6 days a week and attempted to do it for longer and longer periods of time. You should treat it like your job. He said “I know you. When you were a doctor you went to work if you didn’t feel good. You went to work if you were sore from working on the farm the day before. You went to work no matter. Well, I think you need to ride through this, not rest through it. Settle down and go to work.”

So that’s what I’ve been trying to do. Today, for the first time, I think I saw some improvement from it. I took Shiloh out today for a 17 1/2 mile ride out on a trail just 15 minutes from my house. We covered it in two hours and 35 minutes. Shiloh was darn near perfect . He stayed smooth. He stayed round, He pushed with his back end. He covered rough ground like it wasn’t there. In short, he felt like every fantasy I’ve ever had of him. I had worked Max over the same trail yesterday and close to the same distance. But I noticed this morning when I got out of bed hat I wasn’t particularly sore. I had no more pain than usual when I mounted Shiloh and when we finished our workout, I was able to care for him without great difficulty. These may sound like small triumphs but triumphs they are, make no mistake. Maybe the riding buddy’s onto something. He’s going to be insufferable.

Silence is Golden

 These moments - lounging around drinking coffee & watching the dogs complete their morning naps - are priceless. Kind of fortuitous that I have so many tabs open on this iPad: I pulled up one “Blogger” tab that had an entry from last year, when we were getting ready to go pick up my aunt’s old blue couch!

https://endurovetssparkjourney.blogspot.com/2024/08/the-buzzards-roost.html

“Every day, in every way, I’m getting better & better!” [10 pts for the movie reference]

At least the worst of that horrible, crushing financial pressure is behind me - even though yes, I’ve still got back taxes to be paid. Peran made the rather abrupt & unilateral decision to go visit his brother in Phoenix this week (he left yesterday morning) - while I know I’m not Tristan‘s favorite person, it was my hazy plan to visit his ex-wife & her family, but obviously now I’ll just make my own arrangements. The state veterinary conference in Fort Worth is next weekend - I told P “If you didn’t want me to come, you could’ve just said so!” to which he had no reply. Nevertheless, I crawled into bed beside him yesterday morning for a few moments of “togetherness” - I could smell the residue of the alcohol he drank Friday night that he had sweated out. That explains some of his weight regain - even though by outward appearances he is as hard-core as ever, it is obvious he has rebounded almost to where he was initially…

I’ve got no room to criticize, as I remain stuck around my 190-lb plateau. I went over Saturday morning to pick up my friend JR‘s mule Katie & her little burro companion, Mr T. It was a very somber occasion: JR is returning to his native Brazil next month, estranged from his wife & recently diagnosed w/Parkinson’s. He needs to return to a country with universal healthcare as he is several years away from getting any Medicare benefits.

And while I’m glad Tony went with me to help in the round up: loading up & unloading many things that JR gave me - horse feed, buckets & grooming supplies, training aids etc. - however, a little bit of dear Tony goes a long way! He walked out yesterday morning for our ride dressed all in black as if he were channeling Johnny Cash, then whaddaya know?  Complained bitterly about the heat when we still had over an hour to get back to the trailer - chugged down 4 water bottles but remained  an unhappy camper until we got settled back in the AC. (Tony had expressed an interest in riding Kate, but I told him she needed more time to settle in)

Rest of the Story

 Insofar as my previous entry sounds like the whining of a petulant toddler, I will continue “writing it out” before deciding if there’s anything worth mailing to A… 

Our last family outing must’ve been in 2006 - the Trenberths convened in PHX, where A & T were visiting her family. This was the disastrous Easter visit - granted P & I were already dealing with some tensions - but P laid his hands on 8-yr old Z, yet failed to apologize after tempers had cooled; we separated for a few weeks but (obviously) reconciled. I will have to ask Z if he has any memories of it (yet another thing for Mom to apologize over)?!? In my mind this incident was like a chain reaction; as I recall A & T’s  separation & eventual divorce occurred the following year.

ANYWAY, I’ve already mentioned my cardinal sin (in Trenberth eyes), which was giving A funds to hire a good attorney when T was blowing his stack & threatening kidnapping charges when A returned to PHX. It seems so strange - here we have my parents’ 69-yr marriage, P’s folks 50-yr one, yet amongst the offspring we have my high-conflict 1st marriage & divorce, followed by tenuous 2nd union w/P. The only enduring relationship was middle brother Ken’s (RIP) 35-yr common-law marriage to Kate?!? (If I’m going to be mailing out letters, I need to mail one to Kate see how she’s holding up as we approach the 2nd anniversary of dear Ken‘s death)

So what I send may turn out to be a cheery “thinking of you” card, with regrets that once again I did not make it out to PHX to visit (A has happily remarried & has a 10-yr old 3rd daughter whom I’ve never met In Real Life; Auntie Val has had to content herself w/the occasional care package!)

The Truth Shall Set You Free**

 (I’m going to type this up as a blog entry & then decide whether I will actually mail the letter - of course y’all need some of the history!)

** yep, I know it’s “my truth” - putting things down in writing is therapeutic to me, & I’ve appreciated insight & feedback from my former sister-in-law if I DO decide to mail the letter!

Peran’s baby brother T (10 yrs younger, that’d make him 49 now) married a nice Hispanic girl from Phoenix shortly after P & I tied the knot in ‘02 (they had “met” & courted online). I had an ominous feeling when T uprooted A to start their married life in the UK (T had initially emigrated to PHX with Yours Truly serving as his sponsor, but wasn't satisfied with the career opportunities he'd found) - I suspected A wouldn’t be happy being so far removed from her family. She returned to PHX with their young daughter when she was pregnant with their 2nd. T has never forgiven me for giving her money for an attorney - it caused conflict between Peran & I also, but I will always presumptively side with the mother unless there is other evidence of neglect or abuse!

Dear A:

       It looks as though you and the girls are well - it’s great seeing all your photos on social media at least! I had high hopes of coordinating a visit, as P was talking about coming out to visit T - however he just announced he is flying out next Sunday (the 21st) & will be staying for a week, which overlaps with my state veterinary conference, my big “team-building event” I’ve taken my staff to for the past several years.

Oh well, there’s another opportunity lost! How foolish of me to imagine that husband & wife might work in tandem towards our common goals; but unfortunately these days P & I seem more like amiable roommates... Things are not-so-amiable when he does things that actively undermine me, however! IF YOU DON'T WANT ME TO COME TO PHOENIX WITH YOU JUST SAY SO!!!

Now I will need to hire a pet-sitter when I leave for the conference - even though I "could" burn up the highway driving back & forth?!? but that would kinda negate the $200/night hotel room...

Miscalculating

 The sorrow will hit me at the oddest times: I will realize no, I can’t pick up the phone & call Charles to tell him about a funny incident, or complain about my life because he’s dead! And yet my life continues to ratchet along like a clackety ol’ freight train - multiple ones churn by my clinic each day, it never slows down.

It feels as if my life is very constrained these days: my time & energy are limited; I seem to be struggling with increasing shortness of breath. More & more it seems like the effort of loading up to go riding is not worth the physical or financial costs and that’s a bad sign for me, “personally” - I know many people (many of whom are members of my trail riding group - while we might have 170'ish members "on paper", in truth we have a core group of maybe 20 riders who Get Out There on a regular basis) for whom their horses are just pasture ornament/pets & while it’s true I’ve got several crippled retirees (I’m looking at you Kizzy, Scarlett, & Moonie!), I adhere to the philosophy that horses do need a job! I got TwoFace registered with AERC, & felt a mild tremor of anticipation - looking at his (at this point) blank record, hoping to fill it up with good memories as he follows in the footsteps of the incomparable Quigley.

Last weekend I gave more of my time & energy away as I drove out to another NATRC ride to serve as an apprentice judge. While it was great to see my “other half” friends & everyone was very thankful/appreciative, it was a lot to ask! I miscalculated the distance by not studying the maps well enough - the ranch was just outside of Abilene, about a 3.5 hr haul by the backroads even though it's only 160 mi away! I took Baraq because I had promised him a road trip with Mommy but did not ride after all - when I had a couple of hours of unstructured time late Saturday afternoon, I was actually preparing to saddle up to go check out the beautiful trails but then Zach called so I sat down to talk to him - I’ll never pass up an opportunity to interact with my boy.

Elaine called it "Wayfarer Out West" for a reason, it was a beautiful isolated ranch adjacent to a National Guard outpost; one of my conspiracy-minded friends was commenting on all of the "chemtrails"... We did have a few moments of drama Saturday evening, when a helicopter gunship made several flyovers of our camp! (I'll try to post a photo - while I didn't yank out my phone, another friend got a few good "action shots") Fortunately none of the horses seemed bothered. But "it's always something" as we had one escapee Sat nigh, then another lady's gelding suffered a mild tying-up episode Sunday morning - which thankfully occurred in camp so she didn't get stuck out on trail.

Recalculating

 Trying to make the best of this holiday weekend, but the weather ain’t cooperating! I “stuck with the plan” yesterday, picking up Tony to haul back to Minneola for a day ride. It rained pretty steadily for most of the day - so much for my smart phone’s “40%” predictions! 

We stopped at the DQ to kill a little time/have a quick snack, but in the end, we wound up just saddling up & riding in the rain! As I told Tony, the whole purpose of these kind of challenging rides is to make you appreciate the luxuries of life, like a hot shower & dry clothing! It was good to catch up with Tony - he had not ridden with me since our 4th of July parade; in his view it’s been “too hot”… he has completed his online radiology technician course; he now has to pass a test to be certified & then he can look for a J*O*B. Getting out of the house & being exposed to a wide spectrum of the human race will be the real learning experience for him…

I have left the trailer hitched with the remote hope that the weather might clear out & I might get in another ride this afternoon or tomorrow, maybe even with my friend Karen? I need to talk to her face-to-face about my concerns about her eldest daughter: I know there’s not much you can do to intervene w/a young adult person** & she doesn’t wanna do anything to jeopardize her relationship with her granddaughter, but Melissa‘s recent social media posts strongly indicate binge drinking if not alcoholism. “I wish I could just stay drunk forever“ seems pretty self-explanatory!

** part of my ex’s rationale for coming down so hard on Zach during his teenage experimentation phase was the fact if you really can’t do much to get treatment for someone who is technically an adult if they won’t sign themselves into a treatment program - whereas for a child, yes of course a parent can. Not that I think that was the right course of action - I would’ve held to the professional recommendations to give him a chance to flunk out of outpatient therapy before imprisoning him in an inpatient program. Perhaps it did have a valuable “scared straight” aspect,  but you would’ve thought it might’ve made an impression on Ex, knowing that his son was the only one in the whole facility who was not there as part of a plea-bargain type legal arrangement?!?

I need to go get a few minor household chores taken care of - moping around that I’m not getting to enjoy trail riding like a small group of my friends who trekked up to Colorado for Labor Day weekend is counterproductive!

Legacy & Memory

 Journaling has been a helpful mental health tool for me since I was a teenager: over the years, I’ve filled multiple notebooks; I regret in a fit of pique I burned a stack of my old ones after H1 read a few & gave me shit about it (actually used that sensitive info as a blunt-force weapon during our ongoing marital wars - he even stole a volume during our divorce & tried to present it is “evidence” that I was an unfit mother! Fortunately the judge wouldn’t allow that “evidence” to be admitted) 

I’ve got a separate blog chronicling those last couple of years of the Custody War & Zach’s tumultuous young adulthood; at some point I’ve contemplated having it printed out as I have done several other volumes of my “work”, ha ha! and gifting it to Zach… I just haven’t figured out the appropriate age? 21 was too young; at 25 he was just getting settled into grown-up life with Victoria (not to mention striving for the finish line of college) - maybe age 30?? And would it be considered a poison-pen gift? I don’t want to cause him additional trauma, above all. But as he asks questions about his father & my’s relationship, as well as my current views as he & Victoria try to navigate forging a marriage - perhaps reading my “Reports from Ground Zero” would be most helpful? It’ll certainly be something to read during his travels! 

No relationship is perfect; everyone makes compromises (duh!) - I called my “childhood boyfriend” to catch up last weekend (we never actually dated, much to my chagrin! since he is 4 yrs older than me - my godmother‘s next-to-youngest son; we were big playmates when we were young) We spoke for an hour & a half on the phone, a “mental health break” for me as anxiety has been gnawing away. His younger brother (3 months younger than me, yikes!) is suffering from early-onset dementia & a big challenge there will be convincing his wife to seek appropriate care for him in their isolated location in SW Texas… As always, “it’s complicated” as I need to fill in a lot of backstory to make it all makes sense!

(Warning: long superfluous backstory here, so you may want to skip to next paragraph!)

My godparents, being good, observant Catholics, had six children. My godmother & Mom  were BFFs since junior high - both got married shortly after HS graduation, but JoPat got quite the head start - having 5 kids before my mom managed to retain her pregnancy with me! I am 3 months older than Paul, but it took me a while to catch up, being a premature infant & all, so my mom delighted in taking out her “twins”, much to my godmother’s chagrin!

Everyone thought Paul & I would end up together, but I guess we had too much familial closeness during our upbringing - Eeew! It would’ve been like kissing your brother for real! I had my romantic sights set on  Paul’s older brother Chris, but with our 4-yr age gap, by the time I joined him in high school, Chris already had a girlfriend - alas! The years passed, Chris married Paula, I married Michael & of course we diverged in our own lives’ directions, touching base briefly at such family events as other weddings, our parents’ 50th anniversaries, then the steady progression of funerals. I can’t help but imagine one of these “paths not taken”…

Full Spectrum

 At least I can still appreciate the glimpse of my little farmhouse in the early morning sun - it is certainly fetching! (& from a distance you don’t notice the faded paint, the chipped siding, or the rotted handrail on the porch - more things on Val’s To Do list, or more accurately, “To Manage” since I certainly won’t be up there slinging paint or doing carpentry!)

I have stayed in my DVM single-mom’s group mostly out of inertia, although I’d like to think I can still offer commiseration & useful advice here & there. Not to mention the “rubbernecker effect”:  “There but by the grace of God go I” - I do appreciate the fact that I was divorced almost 26 years ago, before social media was such a thing. All I got busted for was writing things in my blog decades ago…

My former SIL tells me that my ex was diagnosed with Stage 3 melanoma after he had a “wart” taken off the back of his neck. My mind immediately goes to my frenemy who lost her husband a few months ago from the same damn thing: he didn’t follow up on his melanoma which took about 3 yrs before it metastasized to his liver & took him down. (I almost reached out to K last month to see if she wanted to join us on our little unofficial campout in Fort Stanton, but in the end I left it alone)

https://endurovetssparkjourney.blogspot.com/2025/04/i-keep-dawdling-around-distracting.html

Anyway, in my FB group & elsewhere, it seems like everybody is “on the spectrum” to some degree or another, which from my POV seems to be a way to justify a hell of a lot of bad behavior - obviously I’m just getting to be a cranky old woman! Maybe I’m obtuse myself & I’m reading too much into another friend who seems to be avoiding me when I couldn’t get to her farm call on her schedule (her horses were due at the end of July - I explained vaccines don’t sour like milk; when I called her last week to see about coming out, she had already made other arrangements) I extended what to me seemed like another olive branch, inviting her to ride with me yesterday, but she was preoccupied elsewhere. I am reminded of the old Ann Landers quote: “What other people think of me is none of my business”

The upside is, I took Twoie out on his first solo ride with me yesterday - he did very well, if a little low energy… that’s OK, it’s still the dog days of summer after all! 

                                     Starting from the parking lot, going out to trailhead

                                                     They recently restriped!

Pande-monium

 (Just a catchy title - it’s far from “pandemonium” around here - just in my own head, perhaps? as we have actually entered “The Ides of August”, when things temporally slow down at the veterinary clinic as the kiddos go back to school!)

But I’ve been reflecting on my not-so-ancient history as time keeps ticking on… seems as if I’ve been jumping from crisis to crisis for so long, I don’t know any other way to live? I make a lot of jokes to myself as well as to my closest friends about how badly I need to finish sawing through that gnarly umbilical cord that keeps me engaged/worried about my son & his adventures. It doesn’t help that all I hear about are the crises - one day, Zach is ready to call the whole thing off, but on the next he’s going over to her grandparents for a big family conference. Victoria had asked me about coming on the great wedding dress expedition: I told her of course I’d love to come, but the times I would available would be Wednesday afternoons, Thursdays or the weekend.

She selected her dress yesterday (Monday), texting me after the fact to say she really hoped I could come when it was time to pick up the dress in December. I reiterated that I’d love to & the days I would always be available - I’m not saying I wouldn’t bend the rules to take off on a Monday, Tuesday, or Friday afternoon if that’s when it absolutely positively had to be! So “we’ll see” - I’m not trying to be difficult but these are the facts of my life. (I had texted the kids Sunday afternoon, just to see if they wanted to catch a movie during the heat of the day - they declined because they were shopping for Victoria‘s undergarments for said wedding-dress fittings) V already selected her $800 Louboutin shoes during their “spring break” trip to the Pacific Northwest…

Back to my weirdo word-association games - in lecturing myself about NOT being the overbearing mom or MIL, I recalled the sci-fi flick which I probably exposed my son to at too-young-&-impressionable of an age: "Pandorum". (We didn't see it in the theatre - as I recall I picked it up from the Walmart discount bin, making Z probably 12'ish?) I'm a solid Dennis Quaid fan & he did a good job of portraying the existential horror of being trapped in space w/a malevolent entity... or not??

https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1188729/

At least we got in a good 8-mi training ride Sunday morning before the blazing heat o' the day...

Carousel

 Whelp Tina Fea is obviously part cat, she’s on about Life 6 now… She has perked up & started eating again, which I blame on getting near the end of the bag/her food being a little bit stale! So obviously I will just have to buy the smaller bags & go to the store more often 😳

My colleague (Dr L the surgeon) called me Friday night when I was trying to figure out my way into a new-to-me horse camp** - fortunately the gallbladder tumor was benign, everything else is basically OK with mild stomach inflammation. I will need to give her another round of antibiotics. She even begged a piece of cheese off of Christina after our ride, the little fart! Unfortunately, I slept poorly because I still have an infestation of little black ants in my horse trailer - I went & bought some new ant baits.

** Quick overnight trip to Mineola: several people were planning on going, but the threat of rain & for Sam, family illness caused them to cancel. It was a test run for Catie to ride my Specialized saddle on Baraq; it fit both of them well! Unfortunately I couldn’t be in two places at once - my friend Lisa‘s brother-in-law‘s funeral was also on Saturday, but I just sent a nice dish garden. I felt a few twinges of guilt, but I think pre-existing promises to the living superseded paying my respects to the deceased. Certainly Lisa herself has been as gracious as ever - I would love to get a transfusion of her positive attitude!

Perhaps the universe gave me a love tap - I got up Sunday morning with a painful L ankle - I wish I knew what in the hell I did to it?!? The pain was localized at the bottom aspect of my lateral shin but it was not bruised? It’s as if I have a shin splint right above the ankle - it’s not in the joint itself or the ligaments…

I bought myself a neoprene ankle brace from Walgreens which has helped a little bit, but I’m still very crippled. It’s frustrating because I accomplished next-to-nothing that I wanted to do; I was confined to my recliner on Sunday and limped around most of the day Monday. By Tuesday it was slowly improving - an awkward dismount maybe??

In other news, the lovebirds are disagreeing about their pseudo-elopement plans so there may not be a wedding after all?!? I am trying to stay somewhat neutral but I think Victoria needs to recognize the grandiosity of her plans may not match up with the reality of what they can afford. Zach spoke harshly to her when she was whining about not having her grandma there, but as I said, what they had lined up had 16 members of her family while Zach had 5: Peran & I plus his 3 best friends (aren’t you required to have a bachelor party in Vegas?!?)

Victoria‘s parents were mere teenagers - 17 & 18 when they had her; their shotgun marriage didn’t last any time at all. Andy & Adela wound up fighting an extensive court battle to wrest custody from Celeste, who had neglected Victoria badly. “It’s complicated” as most family matters are, but Zach fears that inviting Joe & Celeste (V’s bio parents) could ignite a firestorm, spreading to the aunt, uncles & cousins and taking the focus away from what it should be, which is Zach & Victoria‘s union. Besides, it’s no longer a simple elopement when you have 23 people involved!?!

In other news, I’m so discouraged at the many ways my body seems to be failing me these days. If it’s not my ankle, it’s pains spreading up into my knees & hips! I was awakened several times last night just by shifting positions. Part of this I can blame on a crappy old mattress, but still?!? Guess I’m going to have to start taking preventative ibuprofen or naproxen at bedtime. I have been following several tai chi practitioners on Instagram, but I still need to do the exercises - it’s discouraging when I’m out of breath after half-a-dozen arm swings, or falling off balance from simple calf raises! “The longest journey begins with a single step” as I well know; but even as a weekend warrior I’ve never found myself as far down in the hole before! I am dismayed every time I walk past my rusting tricycle in the garage, still haven’t made the time to take her into the bike shop.

The Universe in a Blade of Grass

 (or a tiny Chihuahua)

I was misremembering my poets: I thought the “universe in a blade of grass” quote was Eliot (my favorite poet - go figure, right?!?) but that’s actually Whitman…

I was meditating upon this as I try to transfer love & healing energy to dear lil’ Tina Fea - Tuesday night she was on another hunger strike. Initially, I blamed it on slightly stale food, so I went out & bought her a new bag of Fresh Pet. She still only ate a few nuggets & vomited in our bed overnight. Last night she was sincerely interested in my Salisbury steak, so I fed her a few bites of that. So far so good - she seems to be resting comfortably with no more nausea. I was really hoping to hear something on her biopsy reports (while Dr L was in there, he took biopsy samples from her stomach, liver, upper & lower intestinal tract with of course the gallbladder tumor being the most worrisome. I told him “in for a penny/in for a pound” - might as well do the full GI exploratory!) Hopefully I’ll hear something today. And even if I don’t save her, at least I did my best to give the best chance at life these last few months. Even these small gestures are worthwhile - if I’m not leading by example WTH am I doing?!?

This distracts me from the social media posts from my friends in Michigan at the Shore to Shore ride: a 5-d/265 mi peninsula-crossing expedition for those who undertook the full challenge. (If I had been able to go, I would’ve settled for 25 mi each day, which requires a crewmember to transport you & your equine between checkpoints) I had actually spoken to Peran about it, but when push came to shove I couldn’t make it work - not when I was determined to have my summer pilgrimage to Ft Stanton. Catie & I will have to settle for a day trip to Mineola (new-to-me E TX trails which look nice)

https://www.mineolanaturepreserve.com/o/naturepreserve/page/equestrian-trails

The Human-Animal Bond

 (a misnomer as soon as I typed it out - but it’s how the topic was presented to us as veterinary students… as it amuses me to no end when some people get greatly offended when humans are categorized as the animals which we certainly are! Very clever, technologically brilliant, philosophically-oriented naked apes but part of the animal kingdom just the same. A more correct phrasing might be “Human & non-human companion animal bonding” - probably too clunky, it will never catch on!)

The great news is, my little companion animal Tina Fea came through her surgery with flying colors. Dr L removed her diseased gallbladder & biopsied her stomach & liver as well as a couple of sites along her intestinal tract. I’m getting my day lined up to pick her up in triumph this afternoon, bearing sandwich trays for the staff (hope no one is vegan). I’ve started returning to my assisted-stretch appointments even though I haven’t done much of anything to earn them in the way of physical activity. Then, last but not least, I’ll be trekking to my attorney’s office in Frisco for the minor settlement in my personal injury case. 

Another very welcome piece of good news is the fact that somehow, Zach has convinced Victoria that a mini-elopement to Vegas is the best way for them to start married life together. He has booked the Little White Wedding Chapel, where my girl Misti & her husband Travis got married for Valentine’s Day ‘26. Their package includes 10 guests - causing me a minor heart spasm when Zach plaintively asked if I was certain Peran wanted to go because “I’m not even sure if he likes me sometimes”! Honey, I’m not sure how much he likes me sometimes!?! 

I did not disclose this to Peran as we were doing mundane Married Couple Things like selecting a new dishwasher last night, but I solemnly swear we’ll have that talk at some point. Years ago, I bitched to my closest friends that the best route to my heart was treating my son well - while Peran was a great stepdad when Zach was little, the challenges of teenage-&-young adulthood did not sit well with him. A fundamental difference of opinion: I told him I thought P’s parents had done him wrong - which basically involved putting Peran out with 3 cardboard boxes containing his earthly possessions when he was 18. Nevermind that everything turned out all right for Peran - we live in a different culture & a different world now. But apparently Peran can’t see past his own blinders…

In other news, another death in the family, so to speak - as my friend Lisa lost her brother-in-law basically due to complications from ignoring his periodontal disease (he developed septicemia & had already been undergoing dialysis for kidney failure). It was a miserable way to go 😔

The Power of Memory

 Another rough night (ugh), bcz “today’s the day”: I’ve got to trek up to the Surgery Center to hand over precious Tina Fea to my colleague/classmate for her gallbladder surgery. Cue the anxiety dreams - am I doing right by her? The surgery itself will be challenging, she’ll hate the hospital, as always there could be complications… This might be a one-way trip; I’m still excavating myself from tax & CC debts, & yet I’m gonna sink “???” in a rescued Chihuahua, a sunk-cost fallacy if there ever was one! (When she was doing so poorly after I initially rescued her, there were several times when I debated “pulling the plug” - if there’s one life lesson I have learned the hard way, it is that you can’t save ‘em all)

I had to go look up my post from those early days (Nov '24):

https://endurovetssparkjourney.blogspot.com/2024/11/sisyphuss-travels.html

My bladder got me up at 2:45, as I tossed & turned throughout the rest of my mini dark night of the soul, I dreamt that instead of taking Tina Fea to the Dallas Surgery Center, I had returned with her to the vet school. I wandered around the cavernous lecture hall, noticing that my classmates had these albums which were obviously some sort of homework assignment. An intern came over to collect Tina Fea from me, exchanging my tiny dog for one. Once again I was a “day late & a dollar short” - somehow a successful outcome for Tina Fea was linked to my completion of this task? What foggy confusion when I awoke - who can figure out the convolutions of the subconscious mind?

Charles & Janis placed great stock in dream analysis, & if I had to pick a side, I would say I’m more of a Jungian disciple than one of Freud. Overall I’d just rather it all made more sense…C’mon coffee, help me out!!!

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 (Occasionally I come across worthwhile content on FB, which is why I "keep coming back" - but full disclosure, I never watched the entirety of either The Sopranos or Mad Men... The Sopranos lost me around Season 3 with nonsense about the racehorse, while Mad Men didn't go off the rails until around Season 5. However, I was mesmerized by the towering arc of Breaking Bad - with Zach & I going to the theatre for a special anniversary showing of the finale. But I was well aware all along that Walter White was Ozymandias, a cautionary figure not "the hero"!)

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I can't help but feel lately that the "Golden Age of Television" unintentionally enabled a lot of shitty behavior in some men by placing too much faith in them to be introspective about the shows they're watching. I've been thinking about this a lot.

1999: "Okay, so, my vision for this is the Great American Novel as a television series. It follows a New Jersey mob boss. He's ruthlessly violent and corrupt, but he does love his family. Even though he has power and respect, he's miserable and regretful most of the time, which is why much of the show will take place in a therapist's office. The juxtaposition between his violent crimes and peaceful domesticity create a tension that will entertain viewers and also make them question what 'evil' really looks like, if anything. It's also one giant commentary about the American Dream and whether it's really attainable at all."

Dudebros in 1999 and ever since: FUCK YEAH I LOVE THIS SHOW YEAH TONY I WANNA BE TONY SO BAD

2007: "My series is about a Manhattan advertising executive who builds the picture perfect life of an upper middle class suburban white family in the mid-20th century. He's able to do this by being a high functioning sociopath who steals a dead man's identity and allows his childhood family to believe he's died in the Korean War. He's alcoholic, manipulative, exploitative, and ruthless. But he does love his children and he's very attractive and could talk a tree into a wood chipper. That said, he's miserable and regretful most of the time. It's also one giant commentary about the American Dream and whether it's really attainable at all, with some feminist themes thrown in there for good measure."

Dudebros in 2007 and ever since: FUCK YEAH DON I LOVE THIS SHOW I WANNA BE DON SO BAD

2008: "My series is about a mild-mannered high school chemistry teacher who's just been diagnosed with stage-three lung cancer. He's extremely smart and capable, but he's also resentful over how he feels life dealt him some shitty cards. He cooks and sells meth at first to pay for his medical treatment and that morphs into a drug empire over time. He claims to love his wife and children but constantly puts them in harm's way. He is unequivocally a bad person by the end of the series. Many innocent people die because of him. He ultimately has no truly redeeming qualities, but he's involved in some really cool plot lines that are entertaining. It's also one giant commentary about the American Dream and whether it's really attainable at all."

Dudebros in 2008 and ever since: FUCK YEAH WALTER WHITE I LOVE THIS SHOW I AM THE DANGER

I'm just saying... there's clearly a pattern here.