A Daily Thing

One night while walking our Mira about 7 years ago, we stumbled on a dead cat (the poor thing had been hit by a car).  When we got home I called the city rangers to ask them to come get him (even dead I couldn’t bear the thought he would be out there through the night).
The ranger couldn’t come.  I insisted, saying there was little to no dignity in said dead cat being left out where he was, most likely for up to 3 days (these things always happen at the start of a long weekend).  The ranger said: ‘You could go get him and take him to the animal hospital’.  I said: ‘I might just do that’ (it sounded like a dare to me).  So we did: we went back, put the cat in a box, and drove him to the animal hospital.  With all windows down because, well, he smelt kind of bad.  And we never really managed to get rid of that dead cat smell in our car (we have since then sold it, so no word on whether 7 years on it still smells).
Christian said: ‘Promise me that we won’t drive anything else that’s dead in our car, ever again’.  I said ‘Deal’.

Last night Christian and Mira found a little baby bird that had fallen out of his nest.  Not dead!  He qualified for getting in the car.  I got attached and named him William.  William sadly died later that night at the animal hospital, but with a full belly and in a warm blanket.  I am both devastated but okay with it.  C’est la vie.

On Friday morning nice and early I went to the Blood Bank in South Melbourne, intent on doing a good deed.  Except, my blood refused to flow past filling a teeny bag.  And I went really pale (I’m already pretty pasty, how can you detect further paleness on my face??).  So that little bruise in the crook of my elbow was kind of for nothing, and I feel inadequate.  Nuts.