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There are days when the best I can muster is an expletive. Today isn't quite that bad, but..well, shit.

I found Ginger cold in his cage this morning. Food from last night, all eaten. Poop, current. I'm starting to call this SBDS, or Sudden Bunny Death Syndrome.

I am also thinking that this may be some genetic quirk, as Sheila and Candy were also victims and they all were related. Except we found Sheila just before the death part. It is always sad for me to lose a bunny like that. Or any way, really. Outside, Little Grey has gone missing and I assume he is also dead. I had noticed some listlessness on his part over the last month.

On the plus side of bunnies, all of Virginia's babies are doing well, even the runt whom I have had to nurse on mom separately. Bless his heart, he is a fourth of the size of the biggest one.



Heizen, Whiffleball, Li'l Bit and the other two "outsiders" are well.



Li'l bit lurves Whifle ball.



Sweetie has a job, we are not underwater, and I am (Susan is) selling lots o' Fuzzarelly Fiber. Could be worse.

Dress in layers.

Time for a ska workout!!

Soak overnight.

The babies have landed!!! Virginia delivered us a wonderful Valentine's day gift of six young ones, all healthy. No pictures, as they are still only pink squirmy things.

And yesterday, a young couple with two really nice little kids adopted the littlest black bunny. The runt. The little girl named her Midnight.

I don't usually encourage little kids, or their parents, to adopt a bunny, but...the kids were so good, I knew the mom and dad, and so agreed to the transaction. The bun was a prize for the kindergarten girl, who had aced some reading thingie, the only kindergartner to do so at her school. So far. But she seemed willing to share with her slightly older brother.

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Barbara McNair. Beautiful video of The Best is Yet to come.

I've noticed this return to the images of the sixties. Kennedy era. The hair was good then. Short and clean. A little curl. (I mean, am I the only one that thinks "celebrity hair" from the last decade is just messy looking? Give the girl a comb or brush, for goodness sake!)) Although, let me say, as an aside, I loved Aretha's hat! Day late, dollar short. Heck darn!!! She was beautiful. Nuff sed.

Anyway. Damage from ice is different from damage from wind. Ice cakes on the branches which succumb from the weight. The branches resemble the spokes of an umbrella - some spokes are folded and some are not. There is random limb breakage. There are lots of trees down. First there was Ike, then came ice, and now this wind. It'll take a while to clean up.

Fresh Baked!

Another reason to like living in a small community. And banking at a local branch.

Today I went to town for groceries and stuff, and left my wallet at home. I had my purse, but no wallet. The wallet that has my debit card, driver's license, checkbook, proof of insurance. My official life, in other words. At least I discovered this before I got to the cashier.

I drove to my bank, and since it is Wednesday, there was only drive-thru service. The teller recognized me, and I her, and she was able to cash a counter check for me, even though the only ID I had was my face and her memory. How cool is that? I didn't even know my account number.

Had to go to the MalWart, (your place for cheap plastic shit,) looking for dowel rods. The Walgreen's didn't carry them, neither did the Tractor Supply, or my regular grocery store. MalWart didn't have them, either. Dammit. I need dowel rods to finish making several spindles for my drop spindling class. However, nobody has signed up yet, and the class is February 27th, so I might not have bothered. I have three or four ready anyway.

It was so nice yesterday that I took a walk around my part of the town. Here is the spring that is the reason Laconia is where it is. Fresh water. The town was platted in 1816, and about 2 years ago the town council agreed to dredge and rock the overgrown ditch that the stream had become. Very nice.



Work on the old school building is still underway.



The gym has been refloored and restored and has hosted a couple of dances over the winter. This is one of the old schoolroom floors that is being completely rebuilt. That's a lot o' money in treated lumber.

Simple, reliable, and affordable.

Just a note to say that I worked on my business website today. The hi speed internet makes it so much less of a chore. Slaps forehead.

Cannot combine with other offers.

A quiet day here. Most days are quiet here.

We've gone from 10 degrees earlier in the week to this:



It's nice to be in sandals again, and short sleeves. Even better is that the furnace/heat pump doesn't have to work. I opened the kitchen window.

I've been in the studio with my beloved drumcarder. Turquoise is the dyepot du jour.





New babies under the front porch and the Evul Kitteh has been hunting them. I found its lair after shooting at it with the bb gun, and missing. In our neighbor's shed I found entrails and assorted brown and black bits of fur. Plus the remains of a mourning dove. The live trap has been set over there. Fortunately, I have been able to capture two babies before the kitteh did, and I have my eye on the last little one. If he will just get up on the porch, I can get him, too.

So I have the two black babies, (one is so tiny that he fits in half of my palm,) (in the photo below,) Sable, and the smaller brown. Larger brown, released earlier, has learned to beg for carrots.