FUZZARELLY - NOTARY PUBLIC

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Join us now for another internet episode of FUZZARELLY - NOTARY PUBLIC. * Hard boiled, not over easy...

It was a dark and stormy night when my phone rang. "Fuzzarelly here. Whaddya want?"

"I need a notary public to go. And no anchovies."

"Yeah, and so's your old man!"

"What? My kid needs ya! The hospital won't let them go!"

"Who's them?"

"You know, us!"

"Yeah yeah, they're being held hostage, eh? Why ya callin' me? Call the uniforms." I was about ready to hang up.

"No, no," the voice pleaded. "The hospital needs their signatures notarized before the kids can leave with the baby."

"Ah ha! The old need-their-signatures-before-they-can-leave-with-the-baby ploy. eh? Alright, I'll be there tomorrow."

The next morning, I beat feet to the maternity ward.

"Thank goodness, you're here on time!"

"Of course I'm on time, lady - I'm a notary public."

"Would you like to hold the baby?" she asked and before I could say not on your life, a tiny bundle was thrust at me. It promptly filled its diaper.

"Now, where's the paperwork and your IDs? Okay, lady, sign here. And here. And you bub, sign here. And here. And next time, keep it in your pants until you're married, okay? "

My duty complete, I made my way through the rain to the the Blue Moon Saloon to repair my hard shell.

"Give me the usual, Fred."

"Stop calling me Fred! My name's Adolph."



Join us next time for the further adventures of Fuzzarelly - Notary Public.

* apologies to Nick Danger, George Leroy Tirebiter, and Maxwell Smart.

CIRCLE OF LIFE

It's been a rough day here at Fuzzarelly's place. My sweetie has been in Georgia helping out with his very sick mother and I've been here dealing with an outbreak of pasteurella in my bunny herd. This seems to be an extremely virulent type that strikes suddenly and kills quickly. I was totally distraught yesterday - hopeless and in tears. Drove an hour to a vet that examined a sick baby, and gave me meds and encouragement and hope. I thought that sick baby would make it - last night, he seemed well enough, was lively and eating.

This morning, though, pneumonia had set in. That has been the usual course of this outbreak.Pasteurella isn't the primary cause of death - pneumonia is. They drown. I have lost so many babies lately from this and I feel so responsible for all these little lives. I blame myself. I cannot bear their suffering and I don't seem to be able to heal them.

I don't run a "bunny mill." I love all my bunnies and treat them as pets. Their environment is clean and well ventilated, with fresh food and water at all times. It is like a dagger in my heart when they sicken and die and I feel so very powerless.

I am doing all I am able to do, but it isn't enough. I have another one in isolation tonight in the kitchen and I have told him that he WILL LIVE!, DAMMIT! DO NOT DIE OR I WILL KILL YOU!

On the other hand, there is so much life, so many babies, flora and fauna, everywhere this April. It is so beautiful and is my very favorite time of year. I sit on the porch and commune with the house bunnies and the cat and the dogs while I knit or read or zone. I take the long way home from town, down lanes and dirt roads. Dogwoods and redbuds, wildflowers, henbit and dandelions. The atmosphere is vibrant with life emerging. The sky is so clear and blue. Hope springs eternal and all that. It's hard to deal with death amidst so much life.

At 49, maybe it's time to be a grown up but I hope to not lose the wonder - and heartbreak - that this life offers us. I don't really want to grow up. I want to keep that childish hope in the good and beautiful. I want my babies to grow up and have a good life. Just like any other mother.

And now for something completely different, I own fuzzarelly.com! This is through easydot.com. However, there is always a floater in the pool and I am having to deal with not having an up-to-date-enough browser to actually design my pages. Sigh. And my sweetie is far away - my fixer of the computer woes. But soon, I will have my own website so I can hawk my angora, merino, and silk blends to the world. I am selling on eBay now, under - what else, could it be, yes, it is - FUZZARELLY - but with summer upon us and the lousy economy and all, sales have plummeted. Maybe I can _brand_ fuzzarelly and make it hip and trendy and sell the dickens out of it. Or at least make enough $ to pay for the kids feed and meds.

NOTHIN' BUT BUNNIES

Spent the afternoon scissor-ing the four older babies. Bunnies, that is. (There are no human flesh babies in my house.)

These kids were born February 6, so they are about 11 weeks old and THEY ARE HUGE!!! 4 to 4 1/2 pounds after being clipped. I mean, this seems pretty darn huge to me.

ISN'T THIS BLOG THING FUN?

I think so, anyway.

I used to write a little private newsletter for select family and friends called the Laconia Lint. All the stories were mostly true - at least based on truth - and generally snarky. And funny. I'll see if I can rustle up one or two of them to post here. I don't know if I'm capable of writing like that anymore now that I'm on anti-depressants. I am still anti-social, so it's in the realm of possibility given enough coffee.

I live in Laconia, Indiana which is the second smallest town in Indiana. (According to the US Census bureau, New Amsterdam is the smallest, with a population of 1. Which is so interesting because there are three people on the town board plus the clerk/treasurer.) The Census bureau is sure that Laconia is home to 29, but a current count is 42. We did have about 65 but there has been a wave of move outs recently. Now, why would anyone want to leave here? (Should that question be, Why would anyone want to live here?)

Ok, so after reading Crazy Aunt Purl, Franklin, QueerJoe, The Knitting Curmudgeon, Rabbitch and MANY OTHERS, and after talking about knitting blogs with all my friends at the BAREFOOT SPINNERS meeting today, and after a few brewskies --- I decided that it is time to START MY VERY OWN BLOG!!! Alert the media and so forth.

So, you may ask or wonder, what is the deal with FUZZARELLY? First reference is Disney's Cinderella and the part where the little mice call her "Cinderelly, Cinderelly." Second reference is my own french angora bunny, who was named as per reference #1. Fuzzy bunny = Fuzzarelly.

She is the first bunny, angora or otherwise, that I ever owned and is still one of the smartest and sweetest bunnies ever. And my favorite. Many thanks to Jean Womack at Sweet Meadow Farms for gifting her to me two and a half years ago.

Now I have bunnies in the plural. That is what happens when one is gifted later with a MALE bunny, Chardonay, aka Fritz. (Thanks a lot, Betty!) Fuzzarelly was able to pick the lock on Fritz's cage and do the nasty - the result being the beginning of a dynasty. Or a mess of rabbits. And I love them all.

This blog will be about the bunnies (19 at the moment), two dogs, two cats, me and the sweetie and the folks that live here in Mayberry, I mean Laconia, Indiana. We are more interesting than you think.