The Fish Is Dead

The fish is dead. It died slowly, I think, over four days. I was house-sitting elsewhere and A.J. & Dange called to sing the phrase "The fish is dead" to a tune from Oz. I was relieved once it finally died. But I must say that the week or so leading up to it’s “transition” made me sad. I kept trying to feed it because it was doing this whole bobbing for air thing around the edges of it’s glass. I hope its suffering was short. And I also hope that it didn’t die because of my neglect.

Can neglect be considered murder? Alina seemed to think so and and hinted as much when I told her of the little fish’s passing. I left it to float in it's "other-life-ness" for a day or so as I struggled through this and then I poured it and it's murky water onto a plant in the yard. My cold scientific mind thinks that the nutrients of it's rotting flesh will be good for the soil. I am going to call it The Dead Fish Plant from this day forward.

So, is neglect considered murder? It doesn't seem like a huge deal until I think of the other areas of my life that I have neglected. Namely friendships I let fade, needs I ignore, and things I leave unspoken. I am sensing this need to explain my neglect of the fish which is my form of un-repentance. It wasn't my fish. I can't remember which old roommate I adopted him from, but I do remember why I adopted him. I felt he wasn't being cared for properly. Typing that out-loud is just sad. Part of me takes comfort that even though I may be a murderer I do have a conscience. What brings your murderous heart comfort? I'd love to know.

I now remember something embarrassing

Yes. I finally remember an "embarrassing moment". And, no, my memory is not improving, its just that it occurred about an hour ago. I sent out an email to remind my fellow peeps who will be working in nursery / children's church / set-up on Sunday about the time change. Nice? Yes. It is very nice of me. However, the time will be falling BACK an hour, not forward like I wrote. So, like most mistakes I make, I was oblivious, until my sister-in-law and I were talking about the time change and she was like "It's Fall Back" and I was like "No it isn't, it's Fall Forward." And she was like "No, it's not." And I was like "Oh crap!"
I am now seriously considering changing my whole basis of determining right from wrong. It seems the "Alliteration is Always All-right!" theory is not reliable.
Also, I would like to point out that even though they laughed at me, Rich and Pam were good enough friends to call and ask if my email was a joke. I could hear Pam giggling in the background, and come to think of it, I could hear Rich laughing in the foreground because he was the one who called. Boo Allliteration! Hooray friends who call & laugh!