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Wednesday, October 21, 2009
For nearly 15 years, any animal in my care goes to the same vet clinic and sees one of two or three vets. Dr. Wisecup and Dr. Rich have been the main vets in the practice. Thanks in large part to me and mine, Dr. Rich was able to fully pay tuition to vet school for the next generation - his son, Dr. Rich II. Dr. Wisecup has cut his hours quite a bit since the addition of the new vet, so odds are when I take someone into the office we're going to see a Dr. Rich. The process and conversation is pretty routine. Tech comes in and does the preliminary, then says "Dr. Rich will be in soon" I say "Okay, thanks" and the tech leaves the room. Oddly enough, the routine is pretty similar when I go to the dentist. Hygienist comes in and does the preliminary, then says "Dr. Rusch will be in soon" I say "Okay, thanks" and the tech leaves the room. So today I'm at the dentist, the hygienist comes in and does the preliminary, then says "Dr. Rich will be in soon" I say "Okay, tha-. Wait! What?" I had a moment of total panic there. Why oh why would my vet be working on my teeth?! I usually give the vet a hard time when I see him, is this some form of cruel and unusual payback? I forgot that Dr. Rich II is married to a dentist. Turns out she is the new doc in my dentist's office. So now it seems I'm not only going to have to keep track of my appointments and the dogs' appointments, but now I'll have to keep track of which Rich is which to figure out who goes to what appointment when and where. Not to mention trying to explain that the dogs and I don't really see the same doctor, just doctors with the same name. Although, I can't help wonder which Rich Quinn should see. Look at those scary teeth!
Posted at 03:58 pm by teenerb
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 For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack. – Rudyard Kipling
"For a long while I have believed...that in every generation there are a few souls, call them lucky or cursed, who are simply born not belonging, who come into the world semi-detached, if you like, without strong affiliation to family or location or nation or race; that there may even be millions, billions of such souls, as many non-belongers as belongers, perhaps; that, in sum, the phenomenon may be as "natural" a manifestation of human nature as its opposite, but one that has been mostly frustrated, throughout human history, by lack of opportunity. And not only by that: for those who value stability, who fear transience, uncertainty, change, have erected powerful system of stigmas and taboos against rootlessness, that disruptive, anti-social force, so that we mostly conform, we pretend to be motivated by loyalties and solidarities we do not really feel, we hide our secret identities beneath the false skins of those identities which bear the belongers' seal of approval. But the truth leaks out in our dreams...: alone in our beds (because we are alone at night, even if we do not sleep by ourselves), we soar, we fly, we flee. And in the waking dreams our societies permit, in our myths, our arts, our songs, we celebrate the non-belongers, the different ones, the outlaws, the freaks. What we forbid ourselves, we pay good money to watch, in a playhouse or movie theatre, or to read about between the secret covers of a book. Our libraries, our palaces of entertainment tell the truth. The tramp, the assassin, the rebel, the thief, the mutant, the outcast, the delinquent, the devil, the sinner, the traveller, the gangster, the runner, the mask: if we did not recognize in them our least-fulfilled needs, we would not invent them over and over again, in every place, in every language, in every time."
– Salman Rushdie
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