The next day my muscles and joints berate me for forgetting them, but what a fine dream I dreamed. ( ~ _ ~ )
Saturday, April 19, 2014
Spring's Here
Gardening is the best exercise I've ever done because it lets me forget I'm exercising. I put aside my monkey mind and wend my merry way among the blooms and branches, daydreaming and talking to myself, remembering last spring's gardening - saturated heat and the smell of rain coming, my son digging out root balls for me and pausing to watch some dirt run through his fingers like he'd never seen it before, laying out a whole new bed and planting flowers and strawberries at midnight.
The next day my muscles and joints berate me for forgetting them, but what a fine dream I dreamed. ( ~ _ ~ )
The next day my muscles and joints berate me for forgetting them, but what a fine dream I dreamed. ( ~ _ ~ )
The Rabbit Died. Happy Easter!
The Day Before Easter, 2014
This actually just happened. I sat down at my laptop and fell into the Internet. Two hours later, I see from the corner of my eye one of the dogs chewing on something next to my chair, making a lot of crunchy noises. After 5 minutes I pull my eyes from the screen and actually look at her, identifying the red-purple stringy thing she's got in her jaws as a really big plush toy our beagle has, or had. It's eviscerated.
So I went back to the Internet.
More chewing- crunching, same red-purple pulp noted from the corner of my eye, but I'm thinking, still lost in the Internet, how many plastic eyes and squeakers could that toy have? (And no, I didn't stop to think at that point - as a responsible pet owner would have - that too many plastic eyes and squeakers might not be good for a dog.)
Twenty minutes later, the first dog leaves but pretty soon another one takes her place - same spot next to my chair, same chewing-crunching noises, still something red-purple but considerably smaller than before. I'm briefly and vaguely puzzled, but - back to the Internet.
Then the second dog left.
My husband yells from the family room: "Godammit! Drop it! Get away!"
And I said, not looking up from the Internet "Oh yeah, it's that toy of Augie's - they're all chewing on it....."
"NO, ACTUALLY: IT'S A RABBIT AND THEY'RE EATING IT" he stated calmly, but in all caps.
So I put down the Internet and run out there, following a sad little trail of gray bunny fluff to the family room, where my husband and I stare at each other in horror (and in my case chagrin) over the nasty little scene before us. Then I mumble something like "buh, buh but it looked like the toy ... I didn't see any bones... I was, well, I was on the Internet! "
My long-suffering husband sighed and turned to the task at hand, asking for a whole roll of paper towels to clean up the red-purple remnants in the family room, then he headed out to the backyard to find the rest of the carcass.
And I went back on the Internet to tell this story.
So. ..... Happy Easter, I guess? And go with the chocolate bunnies, they taste better and they're a breeze to clean up - no bones.
This actually just happened. I sat down at my laptop and fell into the Internet. Two hours later, I see from the corner of my eye one of the dogs chewing on something next to my chair, making a lot of crunchy noises. After 5 minutes I pull my eyes from the screen and actually look at her, identifying the red-purple stringy thing she's got in her jaws as a really big plush toy our beagle has, or had. It's eviscerated.
So I went back to the Internet.
More chewing- crunching, same red-purple pulp noted from the corner of my eye, but I'm thinking, still lost in the Internet, how many plastic eyes and squeakers could that toy have? (And no, I didn't stop to think at that point - as a responsible pet owner would have - that too many plastic eyes and squeakers might not be good for a dog.)
Twenty minutes later, the first dog leaves but pretty soon another one takes her place - same spot next to my chair, same chewing-crunching noises, still something red-purple but considerably smaller than before. I'm briefly and vaguely puzzled, but - back to the Internet.
Then the second dog left.
My husband yells from the family room: "Godammit! Drop it! Get away!"
And I said, not looking up from the Internet "Oh yeah, it's that toy of Augie's - they're all chewing on it....."
"NO, ACTUALLY: IT'S A RABBIT AND THEY'RE EATING IT" he stated calmly, but in all caps.
So I put down the Internet and run out there, following a sad little trail of gray bunny fluff to the family room, where my husband and I stare at each other in horror (and in my case chagrin) over the nasty little scene before us. Then I mumble something like "buh, buh but it looked like the toy ... I didn't see any bones... I was, well, I was on the Internet! "
My long-suffering husband sighed and turned to the task at hand, asking for a whole roll of paper towels to clean up the red-purple remnants in the family room, then he headed out to the backyard to find the rest of the carcass.
And I went back on the Internet to tell this story.
So. ..... Happy Easter, I guess? And go with the chocolate bunnies, they taste better and they're a breeze to clean up - no bones.
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