\”Ollie Bites the Dust,\” or, \”A Fish Out of Water\”

October 1, 2022 (My father would have been 100 years old today.)

There is some dispute as to how old Ollie III (our goldfish) was — and there is also some dispute as to whether He was a goldfish — as He never assumed the rich golden color that most goldfish do in the 9 years we had him (there is some dispute about this figure also). 

Whatever, he was the last remaining fish in the Pet Smart tank for a Nowruz celebrated 8-or-9- years-ago…He must have been the runt of the litter (er, school?) since everyone else had passed on Him — and I was desperate to get the obligatory Nowruz goldfish for our festivities.

So, He occupied the corner of our dining room for more than 8-and-a-half years or fewer than 9-and-a-half years (and we\’re no longer counting).

 Once in our home — the little fellow assumed his throne and regulated our household from that corner of the dining room.  With Ollie swimming merrily about — we could answer the bell of every new day. 

But now the empty space has thrown us off balance…there\’s no Tiny Tim…

I often wondered what it was like for Him (and we are assuming that Ollie was a He and not a She) swimming around that bowl interminably and seeing the same sights day-in-and-day-out.

Ironically, I found myself meditating more on His existence (can we call it a Life?) lately than I normally would.  I was probably more conscious of Him because as a retiree — I no longer had the volume of grading I once had (could this extra attention have been toxic to Him?)

Dinner time was of course Ollie\’s favorite time of the day — and He would swim to where He could see Me after I called Him to dinner.  His meals were consumed with gusto.

People often told us that we should cover His bowl in case he jumped out.  Yes, Ollie lived in a free-standing fish bowl which Giti cleaned on a monthly basis — and after 9 years of that routine — it seems He liked it.  In fact, on His last bowl cleaning — Giti called my attention to His apparent enjoyment of His \”bath.\”

 So if he didn\’t jump out of the bowl in His youth — we wondered what would have caused Him to jump out now in His old age?  (We\’ve read that goldfish can live up to 14 years.)

I like to blame every small creature death (like bees and dragonflies) on the 5-G relay tower a few hundred feet away from our home which I\’m told became active this past July.  As a matter of fact, during a dinner party just days before His demise — one of the guests (who knew Him well) commented on the speed at which He was jetting around his fish bowl and asked what was wrong with Him.  Giti and I said it must have been his recent bath that had electrified him.  But she also mentioned (as I have threatened Him many times [in jest]) that if he didn\’t behave — he could easily become Sushi (it didn\’t help that that night\’s dinner featured trout).

We\’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year

Runnin\’ over the same old ground

              and how we found, the same old fears

Wish you were here…

Well, we\’ll get on without Him — but it feels like we lost our good luck charm.  And my meditations on the meaning of Life will not have the real life model of Ollie in his bowl…