I love to read and write but for some reason I am finding it hard to write my blog. I like to be funny, witty and entertaining but I think I am putting too much pressure on myself to do so. It is also hard to be witty since my Dad died and have just come back from the funeral.
I am glad to be back in Portland at home with my family but I feel very indifferent. I'm not sure that's the word I am looking for. Maybe worn out, overwhelmed and depressed would be more like it.
I am looking forward to seeing my horse who always puts me in a good mood.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
I Killed Bob
I took a life and I feel so horrible and guilty.
Ave won Bob at his school fair two weeks ago. He was so happy and healthy, frantically swimming around his bowl, begging for food in the morning.
W was on my ass to change his bowl because it was getting cloudy. I didn't want to because Bob was so happy. So finally after much nagging from W and A, I changed the water tonight. Bob died within two hours of me changing it. He died with his mouth open, trying to take his last breath. I didn't wait for the water to become room temperature because I didn't want the hassle. Now Bob is dead. Tomorrow morning I have to tell A that his beloved Bob died.
I'm sad.
Ave won Bob at his school fair two weeks ago. He was so happy and healthy, frantically swimming around his bowl, begging for food in the morning.
W was on my ass to change his bowl because it was getting cloudy. I didn't want to because Bob was so happy. So finally after much nagging from W and A, I changed the water tonight. Bob died within two hours of me changing it. He died with his mouth open, trying to take his last breath. I didn't wait for the water to become room temperature because I didn't want the hassle. Now Bob is dead. Tomorrow morning I have to tell A that his beloved Bob died.
I'm sad.
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