Yield!

And still, Tutu lives. He is totally immobile and the only things still working is his food intake and output systems and his lungs. Bless his little heart.

We are keeping him in a large plastic bin on the kitchen table. Both dogs seem oblivious to him, and that is a good thing.

I spoon-feed him water, and offer him apple and banana pieces. And today, I gave him the last of the Cherry Flavored Children's Benadryl and so he is even more placid.

I can only hope that my last days are so comfortable.

Weather is warming, highs in the mid-50ºs forecast for the weekend. The daffodils have risen, and there are pregnant blooms laying and waiting.

My hands froze so badly this morning tending the bunnies, that they positively hurt when I ran warm water over them. Jiminy Cricket! I now have two buyers interested in Fuzzarelly. Other things in my life are also good, thanks for asking.

Also, I am kicking the combined asses of my sister-in-law and my brother-in-law at Scrabble on facebook. They are such worthy opponents! Our total games are almost equally divided between each pair. And I am so Secretly Pleased to beat them.

Do Not Chew.

A nice little bit about the The Madonna of the Yarnwinder from Spinning Fishwife.

Brave New World

MY PLAN

From my fitness diary:

"MARCH

February 28 – Commenced eksercise regime with 15 0z. cans of beans for weights, which I thought was ridiculously light. Ha! Felt achy all over 6 hours later, not painful, just achy.

Also began eating plan, 1600 calories a day. I had forgotten how much food that is. No booze.

March 1 – A little achy, but not bad at all. No workout today."

I am following the book, Strong Women Stay Slim, by Dr. Miriam E. Nelson. The workout is very sensible and I will start aerobics in two weeks, and the food plan is also sensible. Not about counting calories at all, but rather, eating a variety of good food. She has such an encouraging attitude.

My BMI is 32, which is horrible. My goal, in ten weeks, is to have that down to 30, which is merely overweight.




Also? Tutu? He lives. Still! I gave him enough Benadryl to fell a 6-year-old, and he just slept it off. I am keeping him close, as he is almost totally immobile, and feed him banana and water, and I pet him.

My business may have found a buyer, much sooner than I thought. A very good person who would give them the care that I cannot. So, things are looking up.

Outside, the roosters are mounting the hens, trying to shake those eggs out, and the male bunnies are even friskier than usual. The temps this week are forecast to be 40º and above during the day, and only slightly below freezing at night.

This visible light is 12 hours. Looks like we've turned the corner.

Not for children under two years of age.

I am sitting here, with poor Tutu in my lap. He has been mysteriously paralyzed in the hind quarters for several months. (Same thing happened to Grumpy Jr. at about the same time, but he died quickly.) Tutu has been eating, drinking, and altogether getting along okay until a couple of days ago, when I noticed a sudden decline in him. To the point where he couldn't really motivate around at all, and he was just laying on his side.

I have just fed him several syringes of liquid, cherry flavored Benadryl, and he is resting and calm.

He will probably pass on in a little while, very comfortably.

I hate this.

Last two nights, I have dreamed of dead and dying bunnies.

Business for Sale

Business for Sale

After much soul searching and deliberation, I have decided to sell my business, Fuzzarelly Fibers.

The sale includes:

about 20 angora bunnies

their cages and feeding supplies

their grooming and health supplies

a Pat Green triple carder, new in Feb 09

several pounds of raw and dyed fiber

the fuzzarelly.com website, paid through this year

the good name of Fuzzarelly Fibers

I have worked hard to establish my business, which is a viable business, but I can no longer keep up with the bunnies needs and my own needs.

$4000 Serious inquires only, please.

Wake up and smell the coffee

Rub in Gently.

This morning, we have Sunshine! Still have the snow, but now it is blindingly bright outside, not dismally dull.

Victoria, my brother Harry made that palm tree out of sheet metal and gave it to me a couple of years ago. It sits out by the road and I must say that I am surprised and gratified that nobody has snatched it up for scrap.

Different neighbors have complained about thievery from inside and outside of their homes in the last several weeks. I haven't noticed anything amiss or missing. Sometimes, being seen with a revolver or air soft AK 47 around town makes people think twice about messing with me and mine. Ya think?

My knitting has consisted of garter stitch patches made for the worn heels of my socks. I knit the patch then just overhand stitch it into place. Two pair down, four pair to go. Some of my heels never seem to get holes, others take mere weeks. The hand spun ones, in particular, but also a pair made from Knitpicks sock yarn and two pair Cherry Tree Hill.

I ordered Cat Bordhi's book on socks yesterday, Something Footprints.

Along with a book I once had, then gave to Sweetie's sister, Strong Women Stay Slim. After saying for over a month that I needed to go upstairs to our workout room, I finally did so yesterday. I rode the bike for 10 minutes, (and feel it in my legs today,) and did a bit of free weights. The book has all sorts of great information about eksercising and diet, (not dieting, diet,) and I used it faithfully 8 years ago, or so. And I was buff because of it.

I've have decided that it is time to begin living again, to take care of myself more, (and less of everyone else,) and to quit whining inwardly about how awful I look and feel. My life is not over.

I have decided that I will not be living in this house or this town at the end of the year.

I will pursue a healing path. More on that later.

I will seek out challenges so that I will not be bored.

Today, I may even enter my studio.