Good morning. It’s 3:30 am as I begin to write to you, woke up a little before 3. I am pretty rested as I took a nap yesterday afternoon when I felt I was getting too tired. We had to take Link to Banfield Animal Hospital yesterday to have an itching problem dealt with. We were blessed and fortunate that Dr. Haydn was there and she charted a course for him. She’s the first vet we’ve had in a long time that Link has completely trusted – didn’t even mind getting his temperature taken! This is because she held him like a child and with love! We are starting with an antibiotic/anti-itch shampoo and spray and see if that does it. We also found that organic apple cider vinegar works well too — used some on several bites that have appeared on me again recently. We aren’t sure if what he is experiencing is an allergic reaction to something or from messing with the possum that is trying to take shelter under our bandstand. He and Link don’t like each other very much but I don’t have a problem with the possum being there. So much territory around us has been dug up or farmed for development that beings like Possums, squirrels, mice, rats, ants, wasps and others need homes. I try to find way to peacefully co-exist with them. The fire ants and mosquitos and I are still working on boundaries lol.
Anyhew. Last night I went out with pen, ink and paper and just let my thoughts go. One of the songs that came up before I really delved in was and comforted me was Kooks by David Bowie.
What I was musing about was the fusion of numbers that is Kyle and I, what are we (star cars) and how the trucks and cars we make, sell, buy and own are often reflections, like most things, of who we are.