1:00 a.m. Frank Da Fish swims slowly through the brain fog. He stops briefly, gives a nod and swims off into eternity. Frank was an inherited pet, from the youngest granddaughter. His original name was Blue Devil. The 'was' leads to the past tense. Frank had lived longer than any of his fish friends, who had been chosen as gifts for a daughter/father dance. Much longer. 2 years longer. He began to act odd a few weeks ago. Laying on the bottom of the tank and then receding into the darkness of a Sponge Bob Square Pants' Squidward castle. Gotta love Sponge Bob. An idea came through one day that perhaps the water should be changed in the aquarium. It was (that word again) a small 5 gallon tank and had a small filtration system. Changing the water, washing all the decorations and gravel worked a miracle. Within a couple of days, Frank was found outside of the castle, waiting for breakfast and kept a close watch to make sure the food hit the surface of the water. Another thought crossed during this cleansing procedure, maybe Frank needed some friends.
Frank was a Beta. Beta's, for the most part, do not like other fish. Not even themselves, which was always evident when a mirror was placed next to the glass. A little research revealed that Neon Tetras, small iridescent fish and catfish were usually species that could reside successfully with a Beta. A trip to the nearest pet store resulted in the purchase of 6 Neon Tetras, two spotted catfish, food for both and chemicals for the water. Frank Da Fish was indeed pleased with his new friends.
The next morning, all 6 Neon Tetras had vanished. Not one sign of them was to be found in the tank. One spotted catfish did look suspiciously fatter than the previous day. But, it ate all 6 in one night? Something did not seem up to snuff. On the second day, one of the catfish was struggling. Too much fresh fish?
Later in the day, Frank was seen trying to not swim on his side. Reality set in. The afore mentioned chemicals. Frank was quickly snatched from the tank and put in a glass of fresh spring water. After an hour or so, the glass was drained, Frank was rinsed off and put into fresh water again. By morning, the end result was obvious. Frank Da Fish had passed into his fishy eternity. Whether it was the chemicals, the water from the aquariums at the pet store or a combination of both, a valuable lesson was learned. Be happy with what one has......Betas do not need friends. He already had one.
2:00 a.m.: Was it the right decision? Still not sure. Walking away from the printed version of my blog, tRuth As I See It, may have left many of its readers out in the dark because, as hard as it is to believe, not everyone has internet access. The Post-It note on the refrigerator reads, "If you feel avoided by someone, never disturb them again." Would have been nice if that phrase had been introduced years ago. Could have saved the heart from a lot of hurt. Maybe it was the right decision after all. One thing is certain, there will be no monetary loss.
3:00 a.m.: Such strange times we live in. Who would have thought that having an idea, different from another persons' , would lead to censorship? Not only censorship of thoughts and ideas, but censorship to the point of ruining businesses and burning down cities. Strange times, indeed.
4:00 a.m.: Punctuation. Those pesky little dots and symbols. There is a need for them. Without, the message can be construed, into a senseless garbled mess, where the meaning is completely lost. A song is passing though the grey matter. The one played at church. Usually the exit song. The first couple of notes, banged out on the piano, gave the signal that it was nearly time to depart for home. Praise God whom through all blessings flow praise him all creatures here below praise him above ye heavenly host praise father son and holy ghost.
Praise God! Whom through all blessing flow!
Praise Him! All creatures, here, below.
Praise Him above! Ye heavenly host!
Praise Father, Son and Holy Ghost!
Yep, punctuation is important.
