It’s Friday night, the end of a long, hot week. I’ve been broiled alive at work in Bisbee and beat up by bloggers worldwide. My back hurts and I have a headache. I’m going to bed but start thinking about a recent chat with an acquaintance involved in animal rescue. She was mentioning how overly-sensitive to animal abuse issues she is. Me too, I say.
Now whenever this subject comes up among animal lovers, it’s only a matter of minutes until somebody mentions how hard they cry at that animal shelter video with the Sarah McLachlan song. So I start thinking about the video. We gave up cable TV nearly two years ago but I remember the ad. No, don’t think about it. I remember how I had to mute the volume when that ad came on. Stop thinking about it. So I look it up on YouTube and find a couple of versions. I pick one and click play.
I’ve just had a serious wail by my preferred method, alone. Sometimes you don’t want to talk about it. You don’t want sympathy or a hug. That video only takes a few seconds to work. I don’t recommend this video to any angel who has rescued an animal unless you know what you’re in for. (How did they make that video? Did some advertising people have a meeting to present their ideas and they picked the one that made everybody in the room sob the hardest?)
Time to move on. I learned some stuff this week. It’s when you stop being a work in progress that you should worry.