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We have more of the Bunny Cuteness! Here they are, all seven babies and Sheila in the litter pan.



Then Sheila hopped away, leaving an orderly arc of fuzziness. (Would you pronounce that like bussiness?) And no, I did not place them by color - my bunnies have their own sense of order, thank you.



I am knitting a little bit every day on the shawl and have started another pair of socks. These will be use-up-all-those-little-bits socks, held together with a hard pink. By itself, it was not usable for me. I like pink - red pink and not a blue pink that looks so harsh. It is however, the perfect glue for this project of helix-spiral sockery.

And so what the fuck is that, you ask? It's using two or more colors simultaneously in a continuous spiral. (Think cromosones.) I cast on with a not pink and knit a couple of ribbing rows. Then I added in the pink directly across from where my main color was. I use four needles, so I knit two needles with one color and then two needles with the other color. None of that stripey-joggy thing. The pink stays the same, but the other color uses up the leftover bits. It is a tiny bit fiddley, but it is not hard.

The Sock Lady Spins makes these great Monster Socks with her leftovers using fair isle and they make mine look like a poor step-cousin. She lives in East of Nowhere, British Columbia in a fairly remote area. Check her out.

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“Just because you do not take an interest in politics does not mean politics won't take an interest in you!” ~ Pericles (430 B.C.)

Get involved and STAY involved, you all. Not just this year! Every year and every election! This is your counry! We are special in history! It freaks me out that some people know the judges on American Idol better than who is running for president. For the Greatest Nation in the World.

Okay. I am old and I will calm down now. Sigh.

New Subject.

Not only did Sweetie have a two day weekend, (noteworthy in itself,) but because of the ice thing he had two and a half days off. Sweet!

Made the trip yesterday into almost-the-city, meaning New Albany, Indiana. Just this side of the Ohio River from Louisville. To the Home Repo Depot and we bought stick-on vinyl tiles for the bathroom floor. The Bathroom Saga is too long to deal with here. I don't have the energy to recount the sad story just now.

The actual reflooring may take a few months or maybe it will be finished next week, so stay tuned. We make progress by our own calendar.

Sweetie screwed around with the new camera yesterday (which must be why the friggin' batteries are dead today,) and he got a semi-good shot of the wild barn bunnies. The young'ns belong to Barbara Bobo and the late, lamented Black Bart. (Another Internal-Combustion-Engine sacrifice.) Since the snow and ice episodes, they have begun to count on me giving them bunny pellets at assorted locations - along with unfrozen water. Bobo is about half tame and some of her kids are becoming used to my presence. As long as I don't chase after them, and just stand and observe, they quickly become used to my presence.



I am particularly enchanted by the grey one. And there are two grey ones! One older and one from a subsequent litter. Poor Bobo seems to be pregnant and nursing a lot, as there are a total of five babies from her.

I am just now beginning to wonder what sort of thing I have unleashed upon this little village as there are about fifteen of the little guys now running loose around here.

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Again with the interesting weather. Freezing rain last night, then rain today.

The daytime temp was 35-ish, Fahrenheit, so the rain was no longer freezing, but there was ice caked on everything outside and it only Very. Slowly. Melted. I mean, every little blade of grass, every twig and every branch was encased this morning in 1/4 inch of ice. Tree branches dropped from the weight and the roof icicles were looking long, pointy, and murderous.

Inside the house, I am (alert the media!) working in the studio. I know. I know. How many times have you heard that before? But this time, really - I do have a show to get ready for and absolutely no product left to sell. Dammit. The show is in like seven weeks. Or a little less. Lots o' time. Hell, yeah.

I'm feeling well these days. My body feels good and my mood is ever so slightly elevated. I've been getting a few things done around the house.

Sweetie asked what I wanted for my birthday. A Maid! A cleaning Person! That's what I want and that's what I'm going to get, by the Great Barking Cheese! Dammit!

I don't know if it is the new medz for high blood pressure, or the seven baby bunnies running around underfoot, (be careful where you step,) or the greater amounts of sunlight, but for now, I am feeling better. Just as antisocial, don'tcha know, but better. I feel happy!

Here are a couple of the kids, three weeks old today. Cute, cute, cute! And Fuzzy!





Here is Milly, the other cat. You must forgive her; she was raised by rabbits.



We have been feeling a little spendy and therefore bought a new digital camera. Still fooling around with it and figuring out what all of those fucking icons mean. The viewing screen is three times the size of the old camera, (which is over 5 years old,) and that's a very good thing for our aging eyes.

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Nature is so profligate. There is a great New Yorker magazine cover that shows an avatar of Spring; she is plump, rosy, happy, and white robed - with several children clambering over her - sitting on a park bench alongside a brittle, clad in black, and nervous woman clutching her briefcase.

Anyway.

Nature is so profligate. There is this need for excess. Millions of seeds mature with the hope that one or two will survive and grow. Some of them may survive to adulthood and in turn, have the opportunity to reproduce.

All of this to remind me of the uncertainty of bunny life. And life in general.

Wednesday is thriving, as is Floppy, his mom. Most afternoons, I can see three or four white baby bunnies in the front and/or back yard. There are two white ones that exhibit Lionhead features. Stubby and Dickie live on!

But I found the cute, plain brown baby dead this afternoon. I had seen him earlier today, lounging in the sun, apparently okay. When I got home from town errands, I found him dead, but not stiff, in the back yard enclosure. His little belly was squishy and watery, so I must assume that there was some intestinal problem.

Sad.

But I have been "raising" bunnies for just long enough to accept that this sort of shit happens. All the time.

Lots of babies are made, so that a few can survive to reproduce. It is nothing new. Even the "cute" and "pretty" ones don't always make it. Bunnies are prey animals and are inherently vulnerable. I am slow to understand this, but I am getting it.

I had an email today from Helena Handbasket. A friend of hers had adopted a bunny, a dwarf hotot, and guess what? She is allergic! As I am the Mother Theresa of disenfranchised bunnies, I have been asked if maybe I would take in the orphan.

Ya win some, ya lose some.

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Insane people are always sure that they are fine. It is only the sane people who are willing to admit that they are crazy.
- Nora Ephron

Then there's the quote, from Lisa Simpson, that goes something like, Intelligence is inversely proportional to happiness.

And lastly, there's the scientific study which showed that the least competent people are the least aware of their incompetence.

I guess this means that I am sane, smart and cloaked in self-doubt.

Use only as directed

Nothin' up my sleeve.

Except one of Sheila's baby's.

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How many mice does it take to screw in a light bulb?

Two, if they are small enough.