Monday, December 17, 2012

with real Glycerin Vibrafoam!

It's easy to understand why older civilizations worshipped the sun, especially those who live in the far north. "Will the sun stop it's journey this year or keep going west and leave us to die?" Winters must have been hard and miserable, hoping that there was enough food and fuel to last until spring.

I just have mild SAD, but I carefully watch the length of daylight and today, there will be 12 seconds less of it. Counting down to solstice.

Happy Festivus, everyone! And now, my favorite holiday song, Blue Christmas

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Everything You Need to Know

Sometimes, I miss my bunnies - especially the babies. There can be nothing more adorable than an angora at 5 or 6 weeks of age. But so it goes.

Earlier this year, I was often dreaming about abandoned and dead bunnies, ones I had forgotten to feed or water, and sometimes there were also chickens involved. My therapist believes that most dreams are about the dreamer, and she asked me what I had been neglecting in my real life. The answer was me.

I also had dreams about my mother, still alive but with cancer. Everyone knew she had cancer, but nobody talked about it. My therapist asked me to define cancer, and I replied that it was a tumor growing out of control. And what was out of control in my life? My drinking.

Once I had the reason for the dreams, I didn't have them again. Not once. 

But to return to bunnies for a moment, I have one now, named Bunny Boo Boo thanks to Sweetie. She is one of those throw away pets, an Easter present that grew up. On the plus side, she came with a nice big cage. She looks a lot like a small version of Heizen; a white and brown rex. She very much has her own personality: hating to be picked up or held but happy with ear rubs and carrots. When the weather is nice, she has run of the back porch. 

Bunny Boo Boo and Millie

Back when I had lost my first few pounds, I took my frightening measurements - 48-46-49. Yesterday, I again took tape measure in hand - 42-39-43. Yeah, me! I need new clothes!

Lastly, I saw my neck surgeon for the last time, I hope, today and even though the wound has not quite healed, it soon would be, like in a week or thereabouts. So, yes, I got the scar back in my fencing days; I was putting in some barbed wire…..(Or, as they say in southern Indiana, Bob Wahr.)