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This is good.

Upperbody Mummification seems to be doing good work.  A good day for rock n’ roll. 

That was close: my cat (not really my cat, as I don’t feed it or know its real name but it sleeps here these days) seems to have picked up on my new feeble state and now sees me as an easy target.  Upgraded have been underbed expeditions for dustbunnies, increased wastebasket excavations, and her newest trick: if you push on the green button on the scanner/printer, it makes a noise and paper comes out.  Also in high demand is dumping coughdrops from the shelf onto the floor, and kicking them about the room with paw. 

She’s a pretty kitty alright, like a pitch black otter, a cute little harbinger of death and meow.

Rabbits go Ploop

Now that I look back for attribution, I can’t recall if it was  Ron himself, or the baritoned MissouRasta Jesse who used the onomatompoeia to describe the phenomenon, but fitting it was indeed.

As if on cue, several rabbits come popping up to the ground floor to check things out.  As many as seven at a time.  They just go ploop, ploop, ploop up the top of the skywalk.  And then, what I like to do is pretend I am some kind of post modern Snow White.  You four rabbits do the dishes.  And you two take these empty beer bottles back for the deposit. 

In reality, though, rabbits are terrible at housechores.  Even the most simple tasks.  And also unlike the woodland friendlies in the Disney films, they lack any voyeuristic curiousity about your lovelife.  They can’t even feign interest to be polite. 

What they do like to do when upstairs is mostly two things. 

One is to use the extra space for spontaneous rounds of Rabbit Grabass.  The rules are unclear, but it involves lots of running and sharp turns on the rugs, cool spinouts on the parquet, and lots of spastic jumps for joy (binkies, I hear they are called).

The second is to see if ole Twolegs has some leafy greens to doal out.  G.R.E.A.M. They love the tops of carrots more than the root itself.  And a real frickin treat is the green leaves of kohlrabi.  “It’s like Gold,” said Ron on a “dumpster diving” mission.

Ron and his sense of drama.  Before he left, he showed me the finer points of rabbit grocery shopping.  Because there are 9 buns, 2 bunches of carrots, plus a broccoli are bought daily, and given out throughout the day.  This leaves us with a lot of excess orange, and not enough greens for the little ones, who seem to like it the most.

So then there is a wastebasket nearby, where shoppers can strip off the excess greenage from their veggies.  Some people do this for space, but mostly I suspect some people are just dumb and they think it will make their veggies cheaper.  Most veggies in question are sold by unit, not weight.  So you can fish out those parts and take them with you, no questions asked.  That was what Ron Referred to as dumpster diving.

Toi + moi

Here’s a video from some footage I took back in March. That water was cold. Julie went swimming anyway. The bécasseau (calidrid) went on with their game of cat and mouse with the tide. From the top of the lighthouse, the ground looked like a miniature. Then a helicopter exploded.

Kitties

My lover asks me:
“What is the difference between me and the sky?”
The difference, my love,
Is that when you laugh,
I forget about the sky.

Nizar Qabbani
, Syrian poet, born on this day