The Healing Power Of Animals

I’m sad.

Why?

I’m not quite sure, though I could list a few possibilities.

I’m coming off medication again so my body is a little under siege.

How little?

As if it’s being hurled out of a twelve-story window.

Though I grip and gird my loins, it’s still never an easy process.

Then we have Christmas that is in full Manhattan swing with all its own, not so great splendor. Pressure rules as stores, already on sale, bulge with irate, hysterical shoppers making you ask…with attitudes like these…what is the point?

I literally tripped over a kid having a tantrum in Bloomigdales because his father refused to buy him a dirt bike. He was three.

I’ve been trying to rally opting for cheerful ways to brighten myself so I don’t succumb, or become, like that little kid expecting the impossible to come down my chimney, so to speak.

See if I were him, I’d start low, like asking for a hot dog, because let’s face it, if Santa can’t manage that, where are we exactly?

I reread David Sedaris’s, Holiday On Ice, laughing in spite of myself when he was an elf at Macy’s.

I bought new socks at Uniglo throwing out a dozen oldies with holes the size of Swiss cheese.

I even brought home sprays of evergreen to strew across the window sills…let me tell you, this was big.

But the thing that rallied me more than all three of those worthwhile acts were the Google Images I found when I typed in sweet animals.

I realize I did this a week or so ago.

Just view it as an encore.

get-attachment.aspx Do ya think I could get a little scotch with my ice?

awesome-dog-21 This is what happens when you’re a freshman.

emperor-penguin-father-chicks_21862_600x450 Don’t you hate it when it snows  and the kids have to stay home and play?

get-attachment I believe in going early to get a good seat.

get-attachment Hey, playing Santa’s putting me through school…you got a problem with that?

get-attachmentWhere is my Fresh Direct?

images-95 Ya think I’m dry?

dsc_0125 Do you think he’s single?

images-96 Uncle!

images-76 I’m just not in the mood tonight honey…maybe tomorrow.

images-8  Did I ever tell you how I met your father?

images-77When opportunity knocks.

images-79 So do you live around here?

images-99 The pillbox just didn’t fit.

th_1378356040_l images Lord, I was born a ramblin man…tryin’ to make a livin’ and doin’ the best I can…

an understatement if I’ve ever heard one.

Ho-hum 🙂

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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21 Responses to The Healing Power Of Animals

  1. micklively says:

    Sorry you’re struggling. I hope things brighten for you soon. Presumably, coming off medication is a good sign?
    I’m thinking of you.

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  2. jimmie chew says:

    omg, those are so good! 🙂

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  3. Elle Knowles says:

    I hope those sweet pictures were enough to get you over being sad. Here to I am in a slump, with no Christmas spirit to speak of. I think the commercialism of it all gets me down more and more each year.

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    • It’s easy to feel overwhelmed by windows and general opulence especially when it feels you have nothing to back it up with. This gun to your head giving certainly doesn’t inspire one to be festive, that I know…but I’m sure Elle that at some point you’re gonna deck the halls…you’ll see 🙂

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  4. katecrimmins says:

    You are so right. Animals are healing. When I am down I always cry into their fur and they start to purr. Purrs are very good at helping you get over your problems.

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  5. yes, I can see how the animals were the bright spot! I loved the captions. I do have to say, the socks sound wonderful, I love new socks for some reason. There is just nothing like them. Have been thinking of you the past couple days and hoping you were recovering. You sound a bit down, hope you are okay. ❤

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  6. Hope you’re are feeling better soon Susannah, these photos and commentary certainly made me smile. I love the 2 cats scouting out that possible single fellow in the yard…hahaha!

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  7. skinnyuz2b says:

    I love your captions!

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  8. Cute animals are a great source of therapy. (By the way, I’m jealous of you for being able to buy socks. I’m a large-footed man in a small-footed country. Just saying, in case you needed another blessing to count today.) 🙂

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