On Tuesday (a mere three days ago) I was a weepy mess. I used to look young and vulnerable when I cried, but at my age, I look like I'm in the advanced stages of some horrible eye disease and my eyes are dissolving. My lips once got big and puffy and soft, now my entire face puffs up.
I'm better today, because I'm encouraged by each successful test (and by your concern, thank you). I define a successful test as one that concludes with Gary getting dressed, instead of being wheeled off to emergency.
I have no coping skills, clearly.
So, Tuesday, I was searching for sometime to get me out of my funk, so I watched that video of the baby raccoon eating. This evening, when the entire raccoon family again took a stroll in the sun, I began to wonder if perhaps the Raccoon will be my spirit guide through this worry with Gary.
(Really. NO coping skills.)
Of course, I don't really know what a spirit guide is or what it does, but Google knows. I thought I might read that the raccoon is the spirit guide for people in ill health. Or, for the old people heading off to the ice floe. That's okay. I can just ignore facts that don't suit me.
However, I can't ignore this from Raccons as Indian Spirit Guides. Be sure you read every last word of it.
American Indians constantly self-analyzed and believed in evolving goodness, working hard to improve individual character. Today, humanity can follow their example of compassion toward other species through knowledge and protection of wildlife.
Modern man continues to learn from raccoon’s amusing lessons. In January, 2004, an inquisitive raccoon somehow got on board the International Space Station, along with the scientists, but wasn’t discovered until orbiting earth. He got his deft paws on the flight controls sending off danger lights and alarms. ISS Science Officer Mike Fincke didn’t seem to mind and only said, "This is how astronauts learn to deal with new things,” adding, "You have to give it to the little guy, he's persistent." (The Onion)