Going for a walk

Yesterday pretty much sucked ass. Yes, ass. I didn't really get any sleep the night before and no, not because of any "fun" reasons. I just_couldn't_sleep. My head was spinning. I was hot. Then I was too cold. Yuck. After three hours of sleep, I dragged my butt into work only to have a crap day. Everything and anything that could go impossibly wrong, did. I went home and did my best to stay up. Napping only screws up my sleep cycle even more so I just don't nap.

One nice thing though, I managed to have the Loft to myself. After a long crap day it's nice being able to sit in front of the tv and watch my bad shows in peace and quiet. No comments from the peanut gallery, just uninterrupted viewing time. A cat on my lap, a gin martini to sip and the Real Wives of OC or MasterChef keeping me company..... lovely. So lovely.

After I finished my shows I took pups for a nice walk. Nothing like fresh air on a beautiful evening in Vancouver to brighten up one's mood. After a few blocks I started to relax. My faith in humanity was coming back. My shoulders started to relax, the tension in my neck lifting.... It had only been a few blocks but I was feeling better already.

Until Sadie and I heard a weird sound then some Seagulls making weird bird sounds. Sadie had stopped dead and was looking up, so I naturally looked up. And there, dangling by one foot, was a Seagull who obviously didn't get the Bird Memo that you're not suppose to touch the transformer part of the pole (I of course attached a picture). His Seagull friends were flying around making sad sounds. :( The tension crept back into my chest and shoulders and I felt, well, sad. So much for a nice relaxing walk.

Reminds me of the horrible Christmas that I once had many moons ago. Ray, my beloved boyfriend at the time, got me a kitten about a week before Christmas. I named him Early because he would meow around 5am every day. I took Early for his free vet visit where the vet informed me that Early had an incurable disease and had to be put down. I was so sad. I loved him. Two days later, on December 19th my step-sister passed away from her long battle with cancer. UGH.

So on the 24th of December, I decided to cheer myself up and walk on over to Safeway to get some Cindy donuts for Ray and I. A nice walk would cheer me up, it usually did. However, about half way to Safeway I heard this horrendous screech. Piercing, awful, made your blood curl. I looked over just in time to see a hawk swoop down and snatch a baby squirrel from the tree it had tried to hide in. It then flew up to a branch and started to kill it.

For those of you who don't know me, this has scarred me for life. I love animals and I don't believe in the food chain. Logically I know we have to have one, but I don't have to be exposed to it. So seeing this event pretty much sent me into a crash. I didn't go to Safeway. I went back to Ray's and I can honestly say that I have no recollection of Christmas that year. I don't know what we did, or didn't do. What we gave or got as presents. Nothing.

So it shouldn't really surprise me that my nice walk that was suppose to relax me would end in horror.