Petshark: Talking Stick
Entries with the tag: lunacy
In this time of speculation and rumors, this last week before the NHL trade deadline, I’ve become obsessed with signs. Not zodiac signs, though that could probably help if I really believed in them. Will Nash end up in LA? Will it matter? Do the Caps miss Boudreau yet? Will Doug Wilson make another move? Will the Coyotes catch the Sharks tonight? There are signs to read, but I don’t know how to read them.
One of the cats went missing. It was the night of the Sharks game in Detroit. It was not one of the friendly pet cats, but a familiar furry face nonetheless. He’s been on the ranch for nearly ten years I think, the wild tuxedo cat named Fred. I felt unaccountably guilty. Even if I was sure a coyote would come calling, Fred was so wild I could not have done anything about it, short of camping out overnight.
This made me look up the definition of “Cassandra complex.” I was glad to discover that it is not actually future vision. It doesn’t even apply here because I don’t know what the heck I’m predicting. I’m a terrible prognosticator. Some friends asked if I had lotto numbers for them anyway. Gotta love friends who know how to ignore that you’re batshit crazy.