Rescuing Things

Seems odd.  How long I've been at this.  How many people come into my life, look at me, smile and then ask, "Why are you stopping?"

To which I reply... my son is studying Mandarin, hoping to get his MBA in finance, and then law degree - from Harvard no less.

To which I reply ... my parents need my help, they are elderly and frail, and I pay for them, no less.

To which I reply ... sometimes, other people have greater needs than I do and so I wait, and I hear about school, and I mourn the loss of a dream, no less.

Then, no less, something magical happens and I start thinking about biochem, and organic, and evo bio, and physics, and then... the dream has life, no less.

The no less that I did for me?

Introducing Chevalier.


He has lumps, bumps, bruises, a bit of ringbone and tad bit of sidebone.  He has some needs that medically I understand.

He got me thinking about how bute dissolves in the kidneys but puts extra pressure on the liver.  He got me thinking about way to counteract that... and then... I was back in biochem.

My $189 saved from the kill pen, 17 year old Percheron who just needs to be loved.

I can do that.  And maybe while upon his stable manger, I can drag out the MCAT books that call me, and the Kaplan course which is paid for, and just maybe, between me saving him, and him saving me, I can go get this thing done.

Not dead. Not done.  Just need a quick kick in the pants once in awhile.