The Cerebral Mum

So, I’ve spent the last two days in bed unwell and miserable. Yesterday, (Shock! Horror!) I didn’t even turn my computer on. But I’m getting better and here I am again, thinking of all the things that I haven’t done. Is one ever able to catch up? Anyway…

On Saturday, Big Sis’ favourite cat (her baby) was hit by a car. Our neighbour came and knocked on the door. She’d seen him slam into the gutter and then dash off only to make it as far as the neighbour’s garden bed. So there he was, lying in the bark, Big Sis too upset to hear what the women were telling her about what had happened, while B and I organised blankets and a basket to take him to the vet. He spent the weekend in ‘emergency’ and was just transferred to the regular vet today but we’re still not sure how he is. It looks like one eye is gone and but the scans haven’t shown anything too frightening.

They are a little worried about brain damage but he seems to be responsive when Big Sis has visited so that’s promising. To be honest, I’m not sure what the vets can do at this point except wait and see how he improves so perhaps we’ll be able to bring him home tomorrow. He has peed, so his kidneys seem to be okay but he’s still being fed with a syringe. I just don’t know how Big Sis will be if he doesn’t make it.

But on to other, nicer news… I didn’t tell you about my first philosophy lecture last week.

I walked in to the “small” lecture hall which held only about 150 people and heard this booming “No way!” coming from the centre of the seating and looked up to see one of my ‘babies’ unfolding his 6′ frame from his chair and waving at me. I say ‘baby’ because when I was cocktail waitressing, I had my ‘baby boys’ (19-22 year old bartenders) whom I adored and who adored me in return.

This particular one was my favourite and when I changed jobs, I took him with me. But I’ve been out of the game for a while now and hadn’t seen him in ages. Even though I knew he’d attended the same university, I thought he graduated last year but apparently he had broken his wrist and then got a Staph infection so with his hospital stay and his inability to hold a camera (he’s a photography major) there he was…

Which means I have a friend at university!

Of course, he’s not entirely a baby any more, and I’m a little older and a little more faded and flabby, so his company isn’t the vanity-food it once was, but it’s nice to have someone to sit with in the sun between lectures and also to get a lift to the train station after class, removing 2 parts of my 4 part trip to home. (Tram, tram, train, bus. Grrr.)

And it’s even better to have someone to argue with about morality and and objectivism and relativism (the subject of today’s philosophy lecture) because that’s the kind of conversation philosophy and I are all about.

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