A real blog post!
I haven't written a real blog post for some time now . . . I sort of got burnt out on the blog. I mean I've had it for almost 4 years. What else could I possibly have to say about great rock mysteries, budgies, working out, etc.
It's hot as hell and our air conditioner isn't working upstairs. We have seperate control panels for upstairs and downstairs. It's nice and cool downstairs. Upstairs it's friggen roasting. So I've got a guy coming in this Friday. They couldn't get me on the schedule any sooner. It's nearly 90 degrees every day now. Yeah, pretty miserable.
Our cat, Belle, is stone cold. The other night we were sitting on the upper porch and she chased a baby bunny across the lawn. It was just barely old enough to be on its own. It started crying. I'm not kidding--it made these terrible little squeaking sounds and I called and called but she wouldn't stop. Jack was like, "Just let nature take its course." Fuck that! It's a little baby bunny. It's natural to want to stop nature from taking its course. Don't you think? This isn't the first time she's caught a baby bunny. She brought one to the door a few weeks ago. It was still warm. Looked a little like a mouse. So Belle caught the bunny. I heard the whole thing and it was depressing as hell, and then she struts all over the yard with the thing in her mouth, but by that time it was too late.
I started a new project today. Long one. It'll take me the whole summer and some.
posted by Unknown @ 7:52 PM
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Elmo doesn't have front claws but he's still a fierce hunter. I don't know why, but I never minded that much when he killed the moles and mice and shrews and chipmunks. (He used to toss chipmunks around after he killed them like they were hacky sacks--it was the craziest thing to look out the sliding glass door and catch a glimpse of a dead rodent flying through the air). But the night he caught and killed a baby bunny and got it in the house before I knew he had it, I swear, I felt so guilty and awful, I almost started crying. As in your case, the baby was still warm, and its eyes were open. I was half hoping it was still alive which was sometimes the case with Elmo's catches/kills (he hasn't killed anything lately, but also hasn't had the opportunity since my living conditions changed)--the chipmunks in particular were especially adept at playing dead, or maybe just freezing up in shock (I mean, seriously, wouldn't you just paralyze if some giant furrry fanged creature grabbed you in its jaws and bit down?) and after Elmo walked away from them, they'd sort of shake off their near death experience and stumble or run off. I used to joke that they were running back to the other chipmunks to tell the story of the big black and white monster that almost ate them.
Oh, that baby bunny. I swear, it broke my heart to take it out in the dark and bury it beneath the leaves.
I have to try to keep my cats insided when the baby birds are learning to fly. They go right for those little things. It's not fair.
And the blog thing. I've only had my blog for a little over a year and I find that I am repeating. Birthday party pics, a poem here and there, etc. Oh well.
Sometimes it's a challenge to keep up a blog, but I just post up whatever the hell I want and if people don't want to read (or watch or listen...depending) then they can just click right on through. Glad you're still blogging, Jenni.
Sorry about the bunny, but good luck on your new project.
I think you should hold a blog contest for people to guess what your new project is. I'm not saying you have to actually give away a prize, I just think the guessing game would be fun. And I bet some of the guesses would be hilarious.
My guess is that you've decided to become a circus performer and you're starting trapeze lessons next week. Then after you've toured the world with the circus and had lots of strange and exciting adventures, you'll write a memoir about it.
Did I guess right?
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