{"id":1224,"date":"2003-08-21T12:43:45","date_gmt":"2003-08-21T17:43:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.xorph.com\/creator\/2003\/08\/21\/1224\/"},"modified":"2003-08-21T12:43:45","modified_gmt":"2003-08-21T17:43:45","slug":"1224","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/2003\/08\/21\/1224\/","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I had two fears come true in the last twenty-four hours.  This morning, I wasn&#8217;t looking, and for the first time ever I got on the wrong bus for work.  It took me another three hours just to get back to where I started.  I don&#8217;t know how late I&#8217;ll be here tonight.<\/p>\n<p>And last night my fish finally winged his way to The Land Where Fish Are Eternally Blessed.  I don&#8217;t really know why&#8211;this was about the best his life has ever been.  I&#8217;ve been changing his water regularly, feeding him once a day, and he hasn&#8217;t been moved in weeks.<\/p>\n<p>When he first started acting oddly, Maria and I googled frantically for betta diseases, and checked him for all the symptoms.  There was a little while when we thought he had a fungal infection, but we proved ourselves wrong.  For all appearances, he was a perfectly healthy fish, except didn&#8217;t swim around&#8211;he just hovered at the top or sank to the bottom of the bowl.  He was still breathing when I left for work yesterday morning, and he wasn&#8217;t when I got home.<\/p>\n<p>I never liked the idea of flushing fish, so we gave him a burial, in a small cardboard box lined with paper towels.  Maria suggested putting some of his things in with him, which we did:  some of the red glass stones from the bottom of his bowl, and the little ceramic tank goblin.<\/p>\n<p>We closed the box, said thank you and goodbye, and slid him into the trash chute.  I think it came open on the way down, because it made a lot of noise, like stones hitting the walls.  I was proud of this; he went out like a rock star.<\/p>\n<p>He was only a fish, but since I&#8217;m a human, I ascribed to him more importance than fish usually get.  He was a constant in almost-a-year of rapidly changing roommates.  He was a dependent at a time when I very much needed to take care of something, as a means of being okay again myself.  This was something Amanda knew, magically, empathically.  In three years of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.geocities.com\/xorphus\/random\/color.html\">gifts<\/a>, he was the best she ever gave to me.  I very nearly <a href=\"http:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nb\/view.cgi\/nfd\/2002\/09\/14\/1\">named him Hope<\/a>.<\/p>\n<p>I might get another betta eventually, but not until I have a bigger tank, a heater and a water filter.  Some of the stuff I read while I was looking for symptoms the other night made me wonder how he lived this long at all (but then again, I&#8217;ve wondered how he lived through a lot of things).<\/p>\n<p>He only started really flaring at a mirror a week and a half ago:  he was learning to stand up for himself.  When I had loud music on near him, he&#8217;d dance to it, out of time.  He was quite a lot like me, or what I&#8217;d like to be:  shy, red, beautiful, effortlessly able to forget.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I had two fears come true in the last twenty-four hours. This morning, I wasn&#8217;t looking, and for the first time ever I got on the wrong bus for work. It took me another three hours just to get back to where I started. I don&#8217;t know how late I&#8217;ll be here tonight. And last [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[110,47,31,29,78],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1224","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-idaho-the-fish","category-jon-and-amanda","category-landmarks","category-maria","category-tarc"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1224","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1224"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1224\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1224"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1224"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.xorph.com\/nfd\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1224"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}