Besides dating me unbearably as a culture absorber of the 80's and 90's, this statement "I am verklempt" also speaks to my authenticity.
Not only am I not Jewish, sadly (and oddly, because I ultimately answer to how I live my life to a Jewish carpenter), but also the word Verklempt is evidently not a Jewish word. Who knew? Jewish people, evidently. When I google it, no honest, good, God-fearing Jewish dictionaries come to my aid. Instead, my googler brings up websites that hiss and spit and nearly shout, "Poser" and "has been" for my wanting to even know the definition.
However, I shall give this much-maligned word a definition. Verklempt is to "be overcome". As in:
I would have written in my blog, y'all, but what with everything going on...I was verklempt.
And what, precisely prompted my verklemptedness? Delighted to share:
1. A hideous, though, thank God, treatable disease has impacted my beloved Black Jack. He looks not unlike a deforested Christmas tree. Little patches of bald skin and an indescribable tail necessitated a vet visit. That, of course, rang the charge account up to about 165.82. Not that I'm counting the pennies of course. Nor, am I begrudging the beast the 42.00 bottle of shampoo (I use Suave, by the way, and a dang good thing, considering how expensive Mr. Jack's hair care seems to be costing). No, I don't begrudge the shampoo, nor the aerobic exercise that I get when I USE the shampoo upon his unwilling, expensive, highly resistant carcass. Oh, no.
And the antibiotics, and the antihistamines? Shoot, would a dog lover do anything less than protect the beloved creature against the evils of "biotics" and "histamines"?
And, finally, the flea control. We don't have fleas (said three times very fast and clicking my heels under the keyboard), but this is the South. As in, the home of fleas and ticks with temperaments so malignant that the very best in flea protection is your only guarantee against a guilty conscience.
Now, the only thing left is nervous medicine. I hope I have enough money for that. And the prescription will come in MY name, thank you very much.
So, I have/had a goldfish. He's currently living out his life in an aquarium in the basement of my home. But, he longs for wider areas to roam. I don't KNOW this as he has not burbled his preference to me, but my son, the fish expert assures me this is so. And, thus, I took to Nextdoor: Below is my entry. TLDR, need pond for goldfish to live. Healthy fish. If you can help, comment or PM me. Y'all. Y'all....I can't make this stuff up. The Goldfish, that you may remember from my previous post is now referred to in capital letters and an honorific, bestowed upon him by me. Sir Fin, of the House Goldfish, is seeking an abode that far, far transcends his practically new 10-gallon aquarium. Do you know of a pond where he may reign? Or, in the way of the circle of life, live out his destiny? He's a good fish, quiet. Very quiet, in a goldfish way. He would not disturb, I would not think. Healthy. Bright, snappy fins. Clear, if vacant eyes. ...
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