Neither Hare Nor Thare

2012-02-25T00:40:00.004-05:00

Somehow this struck me as extremely funny!

2012-02-03T23:26:00.005-05:00

~Happy Ground Hog Day~

Champis- The herding rabbit

2012-01-31T14:36:00.002-05:00

Run Rabbit Run!
Rabbit Blog

Goose Game Over

2011-05-04T13:39:00.000-04:00

The goose is gone!

She is safe and content, being well cared for. All is well!

Goose Napping.. Breaking and Entering, You can't Fix Stupid!

2011-04-30T08:28:00.000-04:00

Goose Napping !

Saturday, April 30, 2011 at 8:00am

I have never watched a creature of any kind remain lost, hungry and afraid if I could help it, but sometimes there is nothing you can do and you can't fix STUPID! At least the Dawg and I didn't get carted off to jail. at 4AM

Reminder to self: NEVER leave a note with your name and phone number if you are BREAKING AND ENTERING and for gosh sakes, don't put notes on BOTH doors!

We noticed this goose this goose two days ago. She was in our driveway and the driveways of our neighbors. She was not a wild goose but a domestic .   She was very friendly and showed no fear of people. She was a PET. We thought perhaps with all the storms she had become lost from her home. She was obviously LOSt. She was hungry and thirsty and she honked sadly all day Thursday and Friday. We live in a town house in a large complex. It is NOT a wooded or wild area by any stretch. We do have a lake and wild geese and ducks come and go. We called the apartment office Friday morning and they called the SPCA .. told us it would be Saturday. Later on Friday evening we asked some of our neighbors near us and were told. Yes, this was indeed a pet goose and some man living nearby walked his dog and goose every day, if fact, this same man was seen trying hard "catch'" is pet a few times Thurs and Fri.

Well, SPCA was coming and this was someone's pet that they loved and cared for.. This goose was in fine shape.. other than being hungry and the above mentioned problems. So, being the fool-hardly devil may care meddling idiot of a person that I am, I talked Dawg into helping me catch this goose. It wasn't hard! We caught her and I put her in a portable puppy pen that I use for my bunnies. I fed her and watered her and while I watched her devour the bird seed and gulp water, I told her what a beautiful creature she was . Dawg set about trying to locate this man who lived "over there somewhere" That wasn' t hard either. Dawg only knocked on a couple of doors . I guess if you have a pet goose and walk it every day, people take notice. So the Dawg borrowed paper and pen from the neighbor he just talked to because the MAN was NOT at home. The note he wrote said. "We got your goose." with Our Phone number and address. (Dawg is a man of few words and doesn't mess about with trivia ) I expected the man to call us anytime or just come and get his goose.

We heard nothing. . Until about 4 AM, someone is pounding on our door. I go down to answer it thinking that is is the man about his goose. And I am glad. I was still awake and was much relieved that he was getting his pet.

Who is it? I asked. Springdale Police! was the answer.   Well, I am a bit foggy sometimes... (especially if I haven't slept much. And I thought right away that something horrible had happened -some emergency - all our family live out of state.. But thankfully all the family is safe as far as I know.

The police woman asked me to identify myself.. I was really scared now. I was yelling for Dawg ro hurry and come downstairs.

"Do you have a goose?" The cop asked.

I recovered .."Yes, we do, it's in the basement. I gave it food and water. Is the owner coming to get it?

Why are you here? I asked . . I thought you were coming about something bad.

Guess I was babbling.. I dunno. maybe police women don't take kindly to goose calls and too many questions.

"No! The owner isn't coming . He is pressing charges against you for breaking and entering!   This police woman was hostile to me from the beginning. She really was! I thought she was going to read me my rights and cuff me right there I just couldn't believe what she was saying   Breaking and Entering? We left a note? It seemed so totally weird.

Turns out the man had raised this goose from a gosling. He had it 8 years! He was NOT trying to catch his pet. He was trying to release it back into the WILD. We live in an apartment complex. There are many people, many cars, there are predators here that take the wild things, (I have heard it) So, cop called the owner to come get his goose and this guy was livid when he arrived. . He was not happy at my choice of pens for one thing and he told me so. When I tired to talk to him , he grabbed up his goose and said, "He could have me PUT IN JAIL.   Guess I shouldn't have said that part about him "DUMPING his pet" Thought that was against the law somewhere... ~the cop says.. Well He was just trying to release it into the wild! ... you were in wrong. you should leave animals to the SPCA. And the police do not handle animals calls, Call the SPCA not us!

Then the man had the nerve to ask if we would do him a favor and if we saw this goose again, just leave the goose alone for a few days while she learned to live in the wild. Imagine!

Domestic animals do not know how to care for themselves. They die quickly..

How sad for this lovely creature!

Anyway, we are not in jail and the goose is gone (at least for now)

Oh, the charge of breaking and entering... some garages have doorbells as you all may know. People here in this complex use the garage to come and go as there is no parking in the front entrances. Dawg knocked on the front door. left the note, then went to the garage. All the lights were on and windows were open. He pushed the door bell..which wasn't a door bell at all but the garage opener button. The garage opened and Dawg just slipped the note on the inside of the garage door, then closed it again.

And as the man told the girl cop! "I got thousands and thousands of dollars worth of stuff in my apartment..." (his words)

Well, (smiles) I can now. Smile that is.. I know a place where there is thousands and thousands of dollars worth of stuff just for the taking. Just push the door bell! But make sure you don't take the goose. It is in the process of being released into the WILD and it would be a crying shame if anything or anyone caused this plan to somehow go awry.

I'm not crying anymore and the birds are singing and the sun is shinning and I think I'll take a nap. Good night.

Simon's Cat (Fly Guy)

2011-04-22T18:40:00.000-04:00

http://youtu.be/I1qHVVbYG8Y

this is so funny! The cat's movements are spot on!

http://www.simonscat.com/

Dear Abby

2011-04-16T17:36:00.000-04:00

today's Dear Abby (Thanks Dear Abby!)!

EASTER BUNNIES FACE SAD FATE AFTER HOLIDAY EXCITEMENT ENDS

DEAR ABBY: Easter is coming. Many families still purchase live rabbits as pets for their children. Parents often think rabbits are good "starter" pets and don't understand what they are getting themselves into. As a result, too many of these poor creatures end up in animal shelters, and children learn that pets are disposable.

Before getting rabbits, people should consider:

(1) Are they willing to make a 7- to 10-year commitment? That is the average lifespan of a rabbit.

(2) What will happen if their child gets bored with the bunny after six months?

(3) Is there a place in their house for a rabbit cage?

(4) Are they willing to pay to get it spayed/neutered and provide vet care?

(5) Do they know that most rabbits hate to be held? Will their child accept that?

(6) Are they willing to ensure that children under 7 won't pick up the rabbit without supervision? Rabbits are fragile; their legs or spine will break if accidentally dropped.

(7) Can they provide three hours of exercise every day in an escape-proof area outside its cage?

(8) Do the adults want the rabbit, too? A rabbit should be a family pet.

If people have questions about rabbits and their care, please ask them to contact my organization. We are happy to answer questions. Our Web site is www.rabbitnetwork.org and our phone number is (781) 431-1211 begin_of_the_skype_highlighting (781) 431-1211 end_of_the_skype_highlighting .

Finally, if a rabbit is right for you and your family, please adopt one from a shelter or rescue group. You enrich your family with a new member and also teach your kids the value of saving a life. Thank you. -- SUZANNE TRAYHAN, PRESIDENT, HOUSE RABBIT NETWORK

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DEAR SUZANNE: The topic of bunnies, baby chicks and ducklings as Easter gifts is one that recurs every year. I hear from people who work in animal shelters deploring the fact that the helpless little creatures are later dumped when they cease to be novelties. I hope readers will take to heart what you have written, particularly the suggestion that if a rabbit is going to be adopted, a shelter or rescue group can be

Rabbit "Training"

2011-03-29T15:17:00.000-04:00

Rabbits! Awesome Commercial !

2011-03-27T15:44:00.001-04:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q9LzeDg8z-M

This reminded me of Brer Rabbit and his "Laffin' Place"

Name Your Computer

2011-03-27T15:31:00.000-04:00

Name Your Computer

You should always give your computer a name and I am not speaking of the brand name it came with. You must give it an actual name and no rude names - your computer can tell the difference.

Please note that inside every computer (yours too) a HAL lurks!

Of course, we understand this is not the original HAL 9000 from "2001: A Space Odyssey".

The original HAL 9000 was huge and had to be.

Size matters!

The minuscule HALs' that inhabit our modern world would have been dismissed as sheer frivolity back in 2001. And forget about running amok, going psycho and taking over, a tiny HAL would never have worked.

Imagine this!

A HAL unit about the size of a pin head with a teeny tiny squeaky mouse voice walking about on your desk top, extracting data, analogizing your files, reading your secret thoughts, sampling your coffee, etc.

Computer User: "HAL, please run a diagnostic of all systems."

HAL: "I'm sorry Dave, I can't do that."

Computer users from this era were all cowboys. They were usually rugged plain spoken individuals who meant what they said and said what they meant. Each and every one of them possessed a remarkable trait commonly referred to as "horse sense". (It is called "savvy" today but very few actually have it.) These users called situations like they saw them and didn't care one wit if you agreed with them or not and they most certainly didn't care how it made you feel. The direct no -nonsense approach was the norm when dealing with problems and it worked-worked well.

A working solution to a malfunction of this nature was a simple matter and required little if any thought.

A. Remove hammer from desk drawer
B. Smash the teeny tiny sassy HAL into a million pieces.
C. "Houston, we may have a problem."

Ancient computers, (before HAL) never gave you any sass. You communicated directly! These bad boys understood their place in the grand scheme of things. They didn't require names. You typed in command and the computer responded. Your second language was DOS!

When my son learned the alphabet, he always recited it like this: "A- B- C-prompt (C:)

Modern computers on the other hand, are intelligent subtle sneaky beings. They have evolved. They think their own thoughts , diagnose their own problems, facilitate their own solutions. and fix themselves. The may or may not mention any of this to you. They demand names!

A friend of mine recently acquired her first computer. She took a class e and had some geeky guys come to her home and set it up for her. She called me very excited, bursting with her new found knowledge.

"When your computer was set up, did you name it?" I had to ask.

"No, I didn't know I needed to"

"Oh yes! , You MUST choose a good name for your personal computer or it will fail one day after the warranty expires, corrupt your hard drive, hide all your important files and maybe even crash and BURN. It's the HAL clause- It's built into every machine."

We laughed and then talked of other things.

Some weeks later, my friend called me again. She had learned how to send e-mails (and forward others -sigh) and had discovered free on-line greeting cards.

"I did it!" She told me.

"Do you think "Rosebud" is a good name? The guy at the computer place said it was ok."

"What??"

"You know, "Rosebud" from the movie?"

My train of thought suddenly whooshed the doors shut and steamed down the track leaving me dumbfounded and dazed at the station. I paused a moment and waited for the train to come back around-It always did.

"I think mine is a girl."

"What kind did you get?"

My computers have always been "Freds'" (see precious post)

C copyright 2009 by DJL

Stalker

2011-03-08T10:46:00.006-05:00

The morning was clear and crisp and full with the promise of spring. I walked the short walk to the row of mailboxes and inserted my key.

"Surprise!" The voice shouted.

I wasn't surprised and knew the answer already but I asked anyway.

"Who are you and why are you stalking me?"
"Hey, Lady! I'm pain, It's what I do!"

At The Movies

"One please ."

I pushed through the turn stile and handed my ticket to the guy working the line.

He studied it a moment before tearing it in half and handing me the stub.

"Royle Paine, huh?

Heard it got bad reviews.

“ Movie Theatre 12, ” He said without looking up.

Movie Theatre 12 turned out to be quite a trek and I was more than ready to sit down by the time I reached it. The place was almost empty save two old ladies whispering together in the second row. I hobbled past them up the risers and took a seat against the wall under the projection booth. I wanted to be alone.

I enjoyed British comedies and settled in for what I hoped would be a couple hours of welcome diversion. But it was at that moment, the double doors whooshed open and there standing in a single beam of light was my stalker. He’d spoiled a perfectly wonderful morning yesterday and now he had found me again. I slouched down as far as I could in my seat but I knew he’d seen me.

“Hello Ducky.” He said in a most horribly fake British accent as he slid into the seat next to me.

CC Copyright 2011 by DJL

Happy Birthday Dodge City Kitty!

2011-02-24T13:10:00.000-05:00

Hoppy Valentine's Day!

2011-02-14T14:13:00.000-05:00

On Monkeys

2011-02-02T15:26:00.000-05:00

"Monkeys"
and what I know about them

Once, I read an article published eons ago in The Harvard Business Journal. It's all about the care and feeding of monkeys. (Monkeys, being problems) It was originally written as a management tool, but I have applied it to my life and I realize today, I should read this again every year at the very least.

Here's what I've learned about "monkeys"

1. If a monkey doesn't belong to you, don't take him in to care for and don't feel guilty because you don't.

2. If a monkey is yours, care for him. ( I believe we all need to be responsible monkey keepers) BUT always be searching of a way to rid yourself of this beggar. Monkeys kept too long often become snarly, unruly and can bite really hard.

3. Realize that some monkeys can never leave.

4. Never entertain old monkeys! They will always come back to visit but for gosh sakes, don't feed them!

~Hare

Hospital Humor

2010-12-29T13:48:00.000-05:00

Hospital Humor

2010-12-28T23:02:00.000-05:00

Hospital Humor

2010-12-28T15:54:00.000-05:00

Something Most Fowl

2010-12-23T20:46:00.000-05:00

Last Winter Dheep Dawg and I fed the geese and ducks countless bags of corn. Unforseen events caused us to stop feeding our friends in the spring.

I walked to the road edge to stare at the almost frozen lake not long ago and suddenly one duck started to make a ruckus. Then that same duck headed up the slope, quacking all the way with others taking up the quack and following the first duck. It only took one duck to remember.

So, we are feeding the fowls again. They even formed a duck line and followed me to the mailbox and back.

One goose in particular I named "Gimp" is still around. We always gave him a little extra. Here are pics from this evening.

Wild "Bunnies" kill Dog!

2010-11-07T22:59:00.002-05:00

Here Spot!

Hoppy Hare-lo-ween!

2010-10-27T15:45:00.001-04:00

FLASH Bunneh Racer

2010-08-02T15:22:00.003-04:00

FLASH-World Famous Bunneh Racer

About da Bunneh-

Full Name: Flash Victoria SpeedBump Dale Bunnrnhart Gordon

Nick Names:   Fluffy , Freckles, Huck A-hun of Burning Fuzzy Love (my Buny Buck Friend calls me that), Hausenpheffer, & Speedy Bunn Gonzalez

YEARS RACING ON THE CIRCUIT: 3 years Daytona : 2 Years Indianapolis Bunny Speedway..WINNER both years : Bunny 500! WINNER 15 times - Turtle and Hare Race---- Are you Kidding? WINNER!

PEDIGREE Father : Flash Gordon Wonder Bunn
                    Father: Dale Bunnhart
                   Mother : Angela Andretti

Favorite Color: Purple & Lime Green

Favorite Song: "Hoppin' All Over the World"
From Classic Bunny Tunes http://www.freewebs.com/bunnytunes/

Favorite Food: Carrots, Raisins, Graham Crackers, Cilantro, Parsley & Fresh Mint. HEY! I couldn't decide!

COMMENTS:I have been a racing bunn all my life. All of my family are racers! I strive for Bunn Excellence and I admit I have a weakness for shiny gleaming trophies. May the Best Bunn Win... umm that will beme of course! HOO!

MOTTO: “You’re no bunny ‘till some bunny loves you”

My Owner & ; Tranier is : Hare Fadoodle
(Trainer I accept BUT NoBunny Owns me!
@@@ I am a free range Bunneh-Oh Yeah@@@

~Please~
To schedule Personal Appearances, Book Signings, Charity Events, Photo Ops, New Nests Dedications and Pawtographs, Please contact my agent: Harefadoodle@Gmail.com

Here are some photos and an accounting of my last race.

--Second Life In- World Race Owners and Trainers check the racing circle. Hare Fadoodle kept offering racing tips and encouragement. I finally told her to "Stiffle it!" I am a professional! I KNOW my business! Everybunn was excited! The golden gate was lifted and most everybunn hopped out. First bunn to cross the red circle was the winner!

I was stunned by all the lights and noise and was frozen in place (which is unusual for me. I am usually a rocket!) I think the cause of my problem was that I took a great interest in this Beautiful Chocolate Mini Rex Buck with deep brown eyes. He was not in the race! I guess his owner brought him to see the excitement. His stats showed he was very happy so he was clearly enjoying it.

I quickly regained my concentration and turned my gaze from this pawsome buck and binky-ed high in the air. I would have won too but a bunneh named Evil Eye put a hex or something on me and I was frozen again. I, of course, congratulated the winners because that is the sporting thing to do but I was clearly disappointed. I didn't linger after the race. I went to my trailer and closed the door.

Nom Nom Nom Nom Just too cute

2010-07-24T01:22:00.000-04:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMWi7CLoZ2Q

Bunny Adventure

2010-07-20T15:24:00.002-04:00

Hi! My Name is Strawberry Bunny. I am an Ozimals Bunneh and I live in Second Life. My friend, Hare is a Snow Leopard and she took me and some friends on an adventure. I thought I would share it. In the photo above, Hare took me to a concert. We didn't stay long. Then we went home and got my friends.

Here we are at the Ozimals Store. I saw lots of tasty food but Hare did not buy any. Harry is the brown bunny riding on Hare's neck. I am the cute bunny in the middle and

Viiney is the bunny riding close to Hare's tail.

In this picture Hare is teaching us how to stalk. I don't know what she was stalking or really what that means but the tall grass tasted like lemon. I rather liked it. Vinney said I should

not sample strange food but I am my own bunny and I will do as I please. Strawberry Bunnies are very independent!

This is a place called "Lost Gardens of Apollo" We never saw anyone named Apollo but there were some people sitting in a circle. Hare padded by very quietly as not to disturb them. It felt very ancient to me here and I wanted to stay and look more but Hare said we must go home and go to bed or our stats would get bad. So, we went home .

Love, Strawberry

Harry, The House Rabbit , A Real Story

2010-06-28T23:13:00.003-04:00

Enjoy a real life bunny story

Harry,
The House Rabbit

By Deborah J Lindsey


"Hey, Mom! I got the biggest one! Look!"

I carefully unfolded the flaps of the large cardboard box my son laid on the floor and peeked inside. The "biggest one" was a tiny bit of gray, black and white fluff with perky ears, a cotton tail, big brown eyes, that easily fit in the palm of my hand. The "biggest one," the pet shop said, was a Netherland Dwarf rabbit, one of the smaller breeds. My husband, son and I assumed since this creature was so very small, it must be a girl bunny, so we named her, Hilda.

The "Your First Bunny" book included in the Dwarf rabbit kit offered little information regarding sexing a bunny. We discovered that bunny sexing was somewhat of an art and in very young bunnies it's almost impossible to tell which is which. Not many days passed, however, before we realized that Hilda was really a Harry.

Although, Harry was a gift for Silas,our son's 6th birthday, he quickly became a beloved treasure and member of our family. The familiar warnings, "He's your pet and you'll have to care for him," soon faded and he became my bunny. None of us had any idea just how much Harry would change our lives.

Harry lived in his little cage all the time, except for a few hours after supper. Then we would let him out to "stretch his legs." As soon as he was free, he jumped and leaped for joy, racing around the room at top speed.

Although, we put "bunny blocks" across doorways to keep his run space confined, Harry always managed to discover ways around them. He would flash past us and head for the bedrooms every time.

"Don't let him get under the bed!" we'd scream at each other. A bunny under the bed meant at least an hour or more of capture time. Attempts to "sweep" him out from under the bed were comical and frustrating. If we swept him out from under one side, he would switch to the other side. Then he learned to sit just at the edge, only inches away from the broom. Harry became a whiz at evading capture and he constantly amazed us with his adaptive skills. Silas thought the whole process was so funny, he opened the bedroom doors on purpose. "Go, Harry, go!", he'd shout, and Harry would fly past him back under the bed and the whole capture process would begin again.

When Harry was finally secured in his little cage, he showed his displeasure by biting frantically at the bars and bumping the top of the cage with his head. He bumped the top so often, I put clothes pins on each side to secure the top closed. Harry would look so sad and I would feel guilty and give him a carrot. He loved carrots and I could hear him munching them well into the night. In the morning all that was left was a very skinny carrot about the size of the lead from a pencil. Harry always ate his carrots this way and I always felt guilty when I put him back in his cage.

One bright afternoon, Harry was biting and bumping as usual, testing his confines for possible weak spots, and he found one. It was hard to beleive, but he managed to wiggle through the smallest of openings in one corner of the top of his cage. He hopped into the living room, looking rather pleased with himself and stopped in front of my chair. He looked straight into my eys and "thumped.

"Thumping" is rabbit communication and Harry was quite the vocal rabbit. He "thumped" warnings of danger, like when he was low on food or wanted attention. He "thumped" warnings of displeasure, like when the furniture had been moved. He, like my husband, hated it when I moved furniture. And in this case, he "thumped" in triumph at having escaped at last from his prison.

Harry lived behind bars for two years. After his great escape, we never caged him again unless he was sick and needed special care or if we were traveling. This is how Harry became a "House Rabbit!"

We didn't know it at the time, but Harry was a born teacher. Who would have guessed that rabbits can use litter boxes, come running when you call their names, and beg for treats? Harry taught us that rabbits can do so much more than just stare out at you from inside a cage. Most of all, Harry taught us about life, friendship and love, the greatest of the three.

Harry was a patient and kind teacher. His whiskered face seemed so wise and understanding as we struggled to "get it right".

"Harry! Nooooo! Not there. Your litter box is here, not there!"

Litter box training was an adventure in trial and error. We learned that rabbits, not two-foots decide the final location of the litter box..

"Hello, hello? Are you there?"

Harry taught us about bunny- proofing.   Electrical cords and phone lines are bunny candy! I found that out first hand while I chatted away on the phone long distance. Perhaps, I ignored Harry too long or maybe as my husband said later, Harry understood the meaning of "keep it short", either way Harry chewed the phone cord neatly into to, cutting me off in mid-sentence. I learned to Bunny proof early and often!

Harry was indeed a part of our family. He participated in everything he could that was happening around him.. Once I was piecing a quit and had the squares laid out of the living room floor. Harry hopped right the middle and started scrunching up the squares with his front paws. Apparently, he didn't care for my arrangement and decided to create one of his own.

On this same quilt project I was sewing black and white lace over some of the squares, so I had lots of lace remnants. Harry loved the lace best of all. He would scrunch it up with is front paws over and over again until he grew tired. Then he'd plop down, stretch out and relax on his beloved lace. One morning I draped a piece of black lace over the entrance to one of his bunny box hideouts. I knew as soon as Harry saw it, he'd scrunch it up and pull it inside his hide out. Harry slept in the next morning and a maintenance man coming to unstop my kitchen sink was dumbfounded and curious. He never inquired about the strange lace-draped box, but he did complete his task in record time.

Harry was with us almost eleven years and has been at The Rainbow Bridge just as long but he is never far from my heart.

C Copyright June, 2010 by Deborah J Lindsey

I was't payin g Attention

2010-03-19T10:07:00.007-04:00

I wasn't paying attention and February flew past and now March is in the downhill slide. Happens though.
Three eye surgeries might do that to a person. So, like the cartoon-Nothing is new and Plenty is new!

I just read again my Valentine to Mark Twain. It is one of my favorite pieces- one of the very few I actually saved when I destroyed this blog- and if a friend or someone close to me had written this piece and it were available to me and I knew about it, I would run to view it. In fact, I wold read it several times and I would read it often but that is just me.

On Writing

A writer has to be open minded, calloused and stubborn- if you heart tells you so. Praise and criticisms are the learning growing tools writers need if they are ever able to move beyond themselves and view the work as that-a work. And if you find me guilty of wearing some story on my sleeve (It could happen but I am sure I am well past this) feel free to knock it off, stomp on it, beat it, whip it, hang it out to dry-whatever you like but having no comment is the cruelest to bear. No Comment is a black hole-it leaves you on the edge peering down into the black vastness of it all. Jump or no jump?

* I am open minded. I am more than willing to entertain each and every comment
* I am calloused. unflattering comments are just tools as are the flattering ones. All are there to be
    examined and given their due.
* I am stubborn. Having the Taurus nature makes me more so I think but after I have scrutinized and
     examined all comments -every piece, every paragraph, every sentence or even my particular word choice and it still speaks good to me, then it stays.

If you believe in your writing, be open minded, calloused and stubborn.

Be willing to listen
Be willing to examine and weigh each praise and criticism with equal value and act accordingly.
                Decide if the praise is really warranted, Is it really good? what makes it so?
                 Decide if the criticism has merit. If it does, embrace it. Fix what you can or scrap it.
Be willing to keep what speaks to you heart. If it feels totally right and correct to you, hold onto it.
               What one readers hates, another one will love. But be sure,

I didn't plan on writing on writing today. I was only going to post quickly because it has been a while and say I have pneumonia and I am feeling better and that D and I are going on a trip to Las Vegas on Tuesday and that I have a rabbit sitter I am comfortable with and that the sun is shinning and it is warm and I expect any moment to hear a knock from maintenance coming again to repair the vertical blinds (I TRULY HATE THOSE) and the disposal. That's what I was going to write about but then I read My Valentine to Mark Twain and I was amazed that these words came from me and I realized that Mark Twain smoked cigars instead of a pipe and that this editor has no spell checker.

And I thought about all the people I have shared my Second Life book with and the few who commented. I believe the fault lies with me. I am too eager to share. When I have something I think is good, I am too quick to share. So, (I have used that word way too much but SO what) many very nice people have accepted yet another item into inventory that must be dealt with at some point because they are nice people.

SO, "Life at Peacock Point, The New Neighbors" available in Second Life at my shop will be for sale.
and the voice I am hearing in my head now (HOW does this happen???)is that wonderful sweet voice of that young boy in "Oliver" singing "Who will buy?"    And now, I'll have to watch the movie again or at the very least, look up the song lyrics. Maybe go into I-tunes and add it to my I-Pod or look it up on youtube.. and so it goes...
~Hare
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4gzmoUHrQ4

http://slurl.com/secondlife/Sami/51/236/23">

Be My Valentine?

2010-02-11T16:10:00.000-05:00

Be My Valentine?

Dearest Mark,

You don't know me but I know you.
You have never heard my voice or looked upon my face but you and I have shared so many things. We've stood quietly together and watched the sun die, spitting and sputtering into the churning waves of some wild river.

We've white-washed fences, explored bat-infested caves, searched for pirate gold and listened in awe to our own eulogies. And today we share passage on the same steamer boat.

Perhaps, you noticed me there in the moonlight that star spangled evening as I gazed with dreamer's eyes into the distance?

Perhaps, we exchanged pleasantries that August morn while the mist still whispered on the water.
If I close my eyes, I can still smell the rich heady smoke from your pipe and feel the prickly heat begin to run creases down my back.

I can recall the warmth of your fingers touching mine as we grasped for the same space on the handrail to steady ourselves against the bucking of the boat.

We prove quite the striking couple you and I
Me in my traveling gown, all prim and proper, my long hair neatly pinned beneath my hat and you in your white suit, string tie and broad fedora pulled low shadowing the early rays.

"Mark Twain!" A deck hand shouts.

"Mark Twain!"

You echo the words softly in your slow southern style and I watch the laugh lines tug at the corners of your mouth. Your smile glows and your eyes catch the fire and I realize you are already away on another adventure. I move closer to you and breathe open-mouthed, sucking in the whole hot sweet taste of another tale in the making.

"Take me with you," I whisper.

But my words are vapor. Drowned and silenced, lost somewhere in the pounding "wa-whoosh, wa-whoosh" of the giant paddle wheel.

Without your notice, I slip my valentine into your suit coat pocket

Perhaps, you will find it a happy surprise some dark and stormy night when words are obscure and muddied like the waters of the mighty Mississippi.

Think of me then as you read my heart thoughts etched upon red paper and lace.
My Dearest Mark, I send you this greeting on the sweetest of days.

Valentine's Day
February 14

I ask you this question
I've placed it in rhyme
I'm your Huckleberry
Will You Be Mine?

Faithful Forever
Your Valentine

Love, Hare
C Copyright by DJL 2005. 2008

Posted by Hare at 3:46 AM

Second Life Ozimals!

2010-02-11T14:44:00.001-05:00

Second Life Ozimals!

Very Realistic Bunnies !

I had three of these delightful bunnies. Brave Heart is a chocolate Mini Rex Buck. Murron is a Holland Spot Doe and Boey. Bogey is a red Mini Rex Buck.

One morning I logged on to discover that Murron

had built a nest box.

The birth process took one hour .

Bogey and Murron's union produced a cutie red buck.

I named him Burron.

Wakes, Dead Ringers & Chewing the Fat

2010-01-13T18:19:00.002-05:00

Theser are INTERESTING.....

They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery.......if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor"
But worse than that were the really poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot.......they "didnt have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low

Sometimes in the old days, they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a sign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.

Bread was divided according to status.. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.

Lead cups were used to drink ale or whiskey... The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.

England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus,someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer...

Wow! You would have ever guessed

New Second Life Story

2010-01-13T15:22:00.005-05:00

Man! This story is fighting me tooth and nail! It is stubborn and refusing to cooperate!

Elisa! Willl you PLEASE GET ON WITH IT!

BaH!

The first morning of October dawned bright and frosty fresh. I stepped outside and breathed in the chill and let it out in slow measured puffs. A sudden whirl of color swept past me and piled softly on the porch. I would need to sweep but that could wait for later.

Fall had come once again to Peacock Point. My name is Miss Eliza Fadoodle and I bid you welcome.

Welcome to Peacock Point!

I smiled and shaded my eyes against the first rays of the sun to catch a glimpse of wild geese, silhouetted just above the treetops. I watched until the dark Vee honked from sight. These wild ones were wise to seek the southern sims early. All the signs pointed to a harsh and lengthy winter. I plucked a wooly worm from my skirt only yesterday and his middle band was very dark. This is a true sign. In the back orchard, yellow jackets had built their nest very low to the ground and the horses, Old Jasper and Spot wore coats much thicker than usual . These were true signs too.

My Brother, had he been here, would have teased me unmercifully at my talk of Yellow Jackets and woolies.

“Sis,” He would have said. “There is only one sure way to predict the weather

and is totally logical, scientific and foolproof. This is my theory. “

I knew what he would say already as we had had this same conversation many times before but it always pleased me to hear him tell it again.

“It is The Old Rock on a Rope ” He would say grinning , all the while staring at me intently until he was sure he had my full attention.

“You see, if you touch the rock and it feels wet, then it is raining and if the rock is moving, the wind is blowing . If the rock appears white, then it must be snowing and if you cannot see the rock at all- well, then that indicates the presence of fog.”

My Brother is Captain of a sailing ship and although he teases me about keeping to the old ways, I knew he always kept a weather eye on Mother Nature and what she was up to.

Peacock Point is always beautiful, especially in the Fall.
And Fall is my favorite season and October is my favorite month but I suddenly felt the brilliance of he morning melt away into melancholy shades of grey.

I missed my Brother and I missed my Gypsy friends.

Happy New Year~2009

2010-01-01T15:59:00.008-05:00

Goodbye 2009!

I welcomed 2010 in the company of friends!

It was a marvelous party at Echo Echo, in Second Life. Our DJs' for the evening were Jocelyn Sands and Adrian Harbinger. We all dressed in formal wear and enjoyed a night of great tunes and happy conversation. It was wonderful to see old friends again and chat with new friends I hope to know better. Welcome Back Farr! And Welcome Patrick!

The only thing missing was a dance with Dheep. Oh well..

Hugs to one and all and best wishes for a fantastic 2010!

Great Job DJ ing Brother!

Merry Christmas EveryBunn!

2009-12-17T11:33:00.007-05:00

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYI_aOyCn9Y

Sometimes...

2009-12-14T09:45:00.003-05:00

Sometimes, you have do do things you really don't want to because it is the right and proper thing to do. This is one of those times. I'm tired. I'm in pain and I want to go back to bed and cover up my head but THAT is NOT an option.

50 for Breakfast!

2009-12-03T07:49:00.003-05:00

I am enjoying the lake! I stopped counting at 42!

More Pics from the play

2009-11-24T12:17:00.002-05:00

It was fun being in this play! Thanks Jaz!

Happy Thankgiving!

2009-11-23T15:44:00.003-05:00

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!

This is our first Thanksgiving in our new home. How ironic that I be asked to participate in a play, "The First Thanksgiving".

A Second Life Production written by Jaz Fosberg

What character do I play you ask?

The Turkey? No, but I could
A Beautiful Indian Maiden? No, but I could
A Plump Pilgrim Lass? No, but I could fake it

I give you MILES STANDISH!!!!!!

mORE PIC FROM THE PLAY AS i GET THEM.

Picture Post

2009-11-20T14:30:00.004-05:00

Picture Post... Our new place

B.U.S.S.! Do You have this?

2009-10-19T12:18:00.007-04:00

How to tell you are suffering from BUSS

This malady is ofen associated with moving from one pace to another. Duration and severity are directly related to time and energy expended and exceeded over any one 24 hour period. Bed rest and chocolate seem to help some patients but relief is short-lived and must be repeated often.

If you think you or a loved one maybe be suffering from "Boxed up stress Syndrome", please take immediate action.

WARNING SIGNS

* Packing Boxes contents labeled as "Stuff" and "More stuff"

* Packing Boxes labeled "Surprise", Don't Know--don't Care"?"

* Strange, odd-shaped boxes that smell funny and are ticking that are labeled
"Do Not Open 'til Christmas"

*********IMPORTANT********

If you or a loved one are boxing up geese, You are beyond help.

Move is a go for Nov 1. I am so ready to be done.

**************************

Two Foolish Geese who agreed to be shipped to Ohio instead of some place warmer

Geese are so easy... I only asked them once....proves saying "Silly as a goose"...
Yes, it does! Don't argue with me.

History!

2009-10-06T08:31:00.006-04:00

"Keep this copy for your records"

Today, I packed records! LP records, albums, and the devise to play them on. As I was sorting through history, putting this record and that one into the correct cover, I was suddenly awed by all I have seen. It was one of those moments- you knows the ones. The ones where if you were a cartoon, the light bulb would suddenly appear and be glowing and the caption would say, "Duh."

You get the light bulb when you are old and have seen a lot of stuff.

I sorted through the different record albums and noted the artists. James Taylor, Gordon Lightfoot, Simon and Garfunkle, Kenny Rogers, Glen Campbell, 2001, A Space Odyssey, The William Tell Overture, Patch, the Pirate Teaches Music, John Denver, Andy Williams, The Gatlin Brothers, Eagles. Fiddler on the Roof, The Sound of Music, Ed Ames... My Gosh!

And these records ... these were not packed somewhere in a closet! These are records I play often. (well, maybe not Patch, the Pirate) I took the tape deck/radio, CD player, record player unit from the counter next to the fridge, detached the speakers and packed them all.

So, here was history all in one box, one unit... the same artists... Gordon, Simon & Garfunkle, Glen, Ed, Andy, Kenny, John and the entire gang.. on LP - that means Long Playing.. 33. Big vinyl disks, one little hole. And here they all are again on cassette tapes...again on CD and yet again.. on my I-POD.

So! It is true.. history repeats itself!

Life

2009-10-06T07:52:00.007-04:00

and so it goes... I continue packing up "life"
The kitchen... the final frontier... no, wait- who knows what is in the attic?

D. would cringe if he knew I posted photos like these but this is life and life is messy and mostly disorganized. Most of us are just doing our best and leaving the rest and if we really admitted it we would have to say that some of life just can't be categorized- neatly filed though I am sure D would try.

Our organizational styles are very different. D. would probably take one item from a drawer, make an instant decision-keep, toss, ask because this item might for some unknown and obscure reason be important and of great value. (to me)

My style however, is to drag everything out, look at it, think a while about it, ponder how it came to be and where it came from and then decide- keep or toss.

It is my way and the way I approach most things- Just Jump in.. must be the bunny in me.

Sorry, I couldn't Resist

2009-10-01T23:38:00.000-04:00

October!

2009-10-01T09:11:00.007-04:00

October is my favorite month!

October has always seemed to be a moth for change and good things. Change is good, a friend told me but we do not lke change. Change can be hard. It stretches us and forces us to do more.. to be more..

So. Welcome October! Here are a couple of "change " pics.

Moving!

The bunny count is NOT Offficial.

I counted 62 in the pic but I have discovered more bunnies since.
Bunnies are such excellent hiders!

White Flag

2009-09-29T01:03:00.002-04:00

after all is said and done, look for the white flag of surrender. no doubt you will see it there

Eye surgery today

Hare's Second Life Bio

2009-09-19T01:21:00.004-04:00

Hare's S/L Bio

Hare Fadoodle has been in Second Life for almost three years.
She enjoys exploring interesting new places and has never lost her fascination with the “How did they do that” aspect of our virtual world.

“It's the people You meet here that makes it all so wonderful, Hare said.
I love the sharing and the exchange of ideas. I've made many very good friends, some I have met in real life and some I hope to meet very soon.”

This past June Hare was a spokeswoman for Bid4 A Cure. Bid is a diabetes charity that holds a variety of events here in second life collecting donations for the real life charities, American Diabetes Assoc .& Diabetes UK. 2009 benefit donations were over 1.7 million Linden Dollars! Translated into Real-world currency that's US$3,437 and GB£2,092 Pounds.

http://bid4acure.org/

Hare is a published author in real life so when she discovered that books could be created in world, the transition was simple.

Hare lives in Cincinnati with her husband of 32 years and three house rabbits, Mr Fritz, Hans Solo and Miss Bea. These rabbits are part of the family. They use a litter box, be for treats and find new and funny ways of getting attention. The rabbits were all rescues Hare took in to foster until they could find a forever home. That was a easy transition as well. Smile.

Hare is most often in human form in Second Life, but if you see a tiny bunny hopping by, say hello, it may well be Hare Fadoodle.

Book Reading In Second Life

2009-09-19T00:52:00.010-04:00

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

I read my first S/L book, "Life at Peacock Point, The New Neighbors" at a small coffee House. There are readings and discussions on a regular basis at book island but this was a first for me. I made mistakes to be sure but the audience was very kind and patient. I was a bit nervous at first but once I began to read, all of the butterflies left. It was actually a lot of fun.
Everyone received a free copy to (wear) and read along as I read or to rez and read later.

I enjoyed myself! Now, I have to get the book that is in my head out and in readable form.

Here are a few pics I took of the event:

The large poster behind me on the stage contained the book giver script. I decided to dress like the poster. :)

The reading was done at Breaker's Book Island

Thanks to all who took tiem out to come and Thanks to all who invited me to read.

Home

2009-09-12T20:39:00.001-04:00

Silas came home.

Going Places I should Not Go

2009-09-08T15:18:00.003-04:00

It is so strange-packing up pieces of your life. Now, when I look for something, it's in a box somewhere. We have been in this house 11 years! We have a lot of stuff! It was a mistake though, to sort through all the files in my desk. I should have just moved everything in the file from desk to box and not looked

But No! I looked and was surprised.

Reactions:

Wow! I sure would have written that piece differently today!
Wow! This is worst than mindless moronic dribble I have ever read. It has been left on the basketball court far too long!
Wow! This is fantastic! Did I really write this? ... checks name. YES! It's Mine!
Wow! This piece would be great if only... edit... type, type, type, squint, edit, spell check, edit...

By now, it is 5 AM and I have been up all night, Then I notice D. is awake.

"Wow! Look what I found! It's so funny! I can't believe I wrote this! Do you want to hear it? " (No answer) Groans do NOT count as answers.

Sigh...

What will I miss about living in this house- the only house we ever owned... well, we didn't actually .. the bank and others.. oh well..

I'll miss the birds singing at 6 AM (especially the doves that nested in a tree by the porch.)

I'll miss the pond and all the creatures that visit and live there and all there and sounds they make. The foxes that denned under our mini barn, the wild bunnies, the blue heron, the geesse and ducks, the bull frogs and yes, even the red-winged blackbirds that dive bomb when you dare walk to the water's edge and sit under the willow trees.

I'll miss the peach and cherry tree S. planted when he was just a kid. The birds snatched all the cherries but we had some nice peaches to feast on for a while. First time this year!

I'll miss walking out on the deck at 2 or 3 AM, and standing at the rail watching the moon and listening to the night sounds.

The house is easy to leave. It is just a house. It needs much repair, part our own fault but most is fault in learning. Check first before purchasing if there is a class action law suit going on because the siding is defective...

One thing I wish I had done though and did because I was foolish, I will have to deal with. I buried my 4 bunnies in the flower bed by the front porch. I wanted them close by but I should have buried them out back somewhere where they would less likely be disturbed. So, I have decided the only ting I can do for them is to write a note and put it in a bottle and bury it with the top exposed in hopes some curious kind person will discover and dig gently.

this not the material for a blog I suppose but these are my thoughts on this day and it is my blog. I had a web site for years, I kept a journal. It is gone now too and I sorely regret I didn't take the time and transfer those thoughts to hard copy, but at the time, there were too many other things pushing and pulling ..demanding I do this or do that, so, I just deleted the account. I am sorry now. Those days recorded are lost.. like the time I was surprised and happy to learn a bunny was living under the mini barn.. that was before the foxes. I left him carrots in the snow. Deaths of loved ones, passing of friends, what being a friend actually means, Monkeys, happy days and sad. sigh

Foolish foolish! I should NOT be writing this today. It is not constructive and is not positive and it is making me cry. I don' tknow why. So I will end and occupy my mind with laundry, piles of scattered stuff I don't know what to do with, dishes and other things that lurk in corners and sneer at me. But before I do that, I will go sit on the deck and listen for the bullfrogs and ducks. END.

Rabbits!

2009-09-06T16:41:00.002-04:00

For those who have asked, here are my rabbits!.

Mr Fritz is the white bunny
Hans Solo is the Dutch - dark brown and white
Miss Bea is the grey one

Enjoy!

New Book in S/L

2009-08-22T13:21:00.004-04:00

Check out my New S/L Book

*Life at Peacock Point* The New Neighbors
First in a series
Ask Me! Preview copies available now

~Thanks, Hare

Boring Day

2009-08-20T11:55:00.000-04:00

Boxes

2009-08-12T23:11:00.002-04:00

Talking about moving is one ting but when you start filling boxes, it's entirely something else. It becomes REAL! sigh

Bid4ACure Evetns 2009

2009-07-06T12:50:00.030-04:00

Bid4ACure is over for 2009.

Many THANKS to ALL who participated in making this the best year yet.
I am so happy to have been a part of this very worthy cause.
The events were awesome.
The Goods & Services Auction, The Benefit Concert & The Date Auction.

~Hare

***From Jocelyn Sands***
TOTAL DONATIONS
L$1,785,236 (Lindens)
RAISED DURING OUR 2009 FUND RAISING DRIVE

So, our total amount raised in US dollars is: $6873

This will equate to a donation to
DiabetesUK of: 2,092 Pounds
American Diabetes Association of: $3437 (rounding up the 50 cents)
********************************************************************************
-from Bid4acure.org

Welcome to Bid4aCure.org and thank you

for taking the time to visit our website.

Bid4aCure is an effort by a group of concerned residents of the popular online virtual world of Second Life to raise both awareness and contributions for the real-world organizations: The American Diabetes Association and Diabetes UK. In June 2009 we held our third Bid4aCure benefit drive and it was our most successful one yet. Despite the difficult economy, the incredible giving spirit of Second Life residents allowed us to raise well over 1.7 million Linden Dollars! That is over L$700,00 more than we raised in 2008! Our deepest appreciation goes out to all of our Sponsors and those who donated so generously to this effort.

The battle against diabetes goes on, but all of you that contributed to Bid4aCure 2009 have made a difference. Thank you all!

*****************************************************************

These are some of the pics I took during the fund raiser.

The Bid4ACure Team

Jocelyn Sands, Bid4ACure Leader
Interview With Paisley Beebe, S/L

More pics from the interview

Here are pics from Bid4ACure Island in preparation for the Date Auction. Each candidate for the auction date selected his/ hers own music to be played during the Auction I chose a "Beauty and the Beast medley". A huge mural behind the date showe their profile pic. How much does Hare fetch on the date auction block? I was bought by a wonderful fellow for $ L 15K. I am in the process of planning our date. Pics ins a later post perhaps. GRN

My Brother and Me taking a Break

Bid4ACure

2009-05-27T11:08:00.011-04:00

Hi Everyone.
My name is Hare Fadoodle and I have diabetes, so I know firsthand how damaging this disease can be. I am sure that there are those listening to me now that either suffer from diabetes or have loved ones that do. That is why I would like to take a moment to talk to you about Bid4aCure.

Bid4acure is an effort by a group of concerned Second Life residents who conduct an annual fund raising drive for the real-life organizations: The American Diabetes Association and Diabetes UK. This June is Bid4aCure Month and will mark our third year of this charity drive.

If you would like to get involved or would just like more information about Bid4aCure and the events that we will be holding in June, you may contact me directly or visit our website: www.bid4acure.org. That’s B-I-D-(The number 4)-A-C-U-R-E -dot org.
With your help and generous donations of Lindens, maybe we really can STOP THE SHOTS and give diabetics everywhere a Second Life too.
Thank You.

Holes

2009-05-13T09:20:00.003-04:00

Skimpy the Singing Rabbit - The best home videos are here

Gimme a Buck After Midnight

2009-05-03T19:41:00.001-04:00

Don't mess wif the bunns!

2009-04-13T01:43:00.007-04:00

Don't mess wif the bunn!

Sorry, I just couldn't stop!

The Easter Hare

2009-04-08T23:46:00.000-04:00

Hoppy Easter Everybunny!

Make Mine Chocolate!

2009-04-03T01:23:00.003-04:00

Hoppy Spring!

2009-03-27T06:08:00.001-04:00

** Hare's Movie's Updated

2009-03-11T04:03:00.008-04:00

Movies I have watched recently

* Crackers
* Grand Torino
* Pavilion of Women
* Jewel of the Nile
* The Wedding Planner
* iron Man
* Major Paine
* Yes Man
* Ghost Town
* It Runs in The Family -didn't care for this one
* Fried Green Tomatoes
* Transporter 3
* Taking Chance - excellent movie...everyone should see it
* The Russia House

Cartoon!

2009-03-07T08:11:00.001-05:00

Here's a lin to a site where you can create your own cartoon. Enjoy

Fred is Dead!

2009-03-03T14:48:00.002-05:00

Fed is dead! Yes, it's true. In these past few weeks, I have coaxed, pleaded, wept, and literally willed him back from the brink of death countless times but in spite of all my efforts Fred is gone.

I've known and even prepared for his demise. He had all the classic signs- he was overheating constantly and he would often just loose all mobility and every time, he recovered, he lost a bit of his memory. He was just NOT the Fred I knew and loved.

It was heart-breaking to watch him struggle. I even thought, forgive me, of assisting him on to a better life and there were those who agreed readily with this idea. After all was said and done though, the majority convinced me that "taking a hammer to him" was just too harsh so I settled myself to wait it out.

I tried everything-all the home remedies I could think of; sought advise from a variety of helpful people, but in the end not even a specialist could save him.

In this modern world of miraculous technology however, Fred can live again or so they tell me. I am collecting his parts right now-the best ones-the ones that were working prior to his death. I remain hopeful.

They say they can rebuild him and he will be better and stronger. I just hope it won't cost six -million dollars. I

Help!

2009-03-01T04:27:00.001-05:00

Help!

Someone give me a topic!

A list of words to incorporate into a tale!

SOMETHING!

Jane

2009-03-01T04:10:00.008-05:00

Jane

By D.J.L.

She was five foot two and weighed about a hundred three pounds, Hartwell guessed. He prided himself on being right on the money, and he was most of the time. He allowed his gaze to slide over her body. Blonde ringlets framed her face giving her a child like appearance but Jane was not a child. She was between twenty-five and thirty years, Hartwell guessed again. Jane was a woman filled with mysteries and he was determined to explore each and every one of them.

Hartwell let his mind drift back to when he had first seen her. She wore jeans and a faded denim shirt tied in a knot at her waist. Hiking boots with bright red socks sat neatly beside her back pack. The boots appeared to be quite new and Hartwell wondered if Jane stopped here in this lonely place to give her feet a rest. She seemed in quiet contemplation, lying there, her head tilted skyward as her wide-open blue eyes explored the green lushness of the leaves.

Hartwell recalled the buzz and hum of busy insects and the sticky prickle of sweat dripping down his neck. The day was already summer sizzle hot and it was still early.

Hartwell studied Jane’s face. He noted the beginnings of laugh lines around her mouth and he felt a sudden flash of anger and sadness. The waste and the senselessness of it all welled up from somewhere deep inside him and exploded like hot bile in his throat. It was always the same- every single time

He’d known many women just like her and it was always a waste. This Jane, like countless others who had crossed his path were puzzles, complicated crossword jumbles that had been carelessly tossed away like soiled newspapers.

Hartwell sighed and hardened himself for the task at hand and the stainless steel coldness of the room seemed to echo his thoughts as he touched her body.

“Jane... Jane Doe,” he whispered. “Speak.”

C Copyright 2009 by D.J.L.

Celtic Woman

2009-02-22T23:41:00.015-05:00

Celtic Woman!!!!

D & I went to hear Celtic woman at the Murat Theater. What a fantastic concert! It was all I hoped! Enjoy some of the music we experienced (gleaned from youtube)

only one photo is mine. It's a forbidden one of the stage. We had great seats about 12 rows back- center. The two rows in front of us were not sold, so we moved up!

I couldn't contain my excitement so during intermission, I made a quick call - (sometimes you just gotta) I forgot to turn my phone back off and sure enough, it rang. about 3 times before D could grab it and shut it off. Oh My! Sorry to hang up on ya Laura!

It was a snowy and cold and on the walk back to the car, big fluffy snowflakes were falling. It was like a fairy dream. Next time though, we both agreed we would make use of the valet parking.

\

Eagles next month!! woo hoo!

One

2009-02-19T00:49:00.011-05:00

“…so, you just packed up everything and just moved ? No jobs waiting ? And you didn’t know a single person?”

The young man looked intently at the woman he had known all his life and wondered how it could be that he knew so little about her.

“Just like a pioneer woman, huh?“

Oh, don’t you remember *Sweet Besty from Pike who crossed the wide prairie with her husband Ike. ..?”

He sang and grinned at his reference to the old folk song and studied her face for any recognition that she had actually heard him speaking.

Without changing the cadence of her rocking or opening her eyes to look at him, the old lady smiled.

“Yes, we packed everything we owned, which wasn’t that much as I recall-it fit nicely in a small U-haul trailer- and we moved. It’s true we had no job prospects but I did know someone -a lady I met just once-we had exchanged phone numbers.”

She stopped rocking, opened her eyes and looked at him, her own brown eyes meeting his blue matter-a-factly and directly.

When you speak to someone, look them straight in the eye and when you shake someone’s hand, be firm in your grip. That inspires confidence.

He marveled and shook his head. So many thoughts, just like this one -things she’d told him when he was a lad seemed to pop in his brain a lot lately.

“Sweet Betsy, she continued still gazing directly into his eyes, never married that scoundrel, Ike. Well, not until much later.”

The old lady grinned and sang all ten verses including each and every chorus. Then she added a few verses of her own making just for good measure.

He used to absolutely hate it when she sang. She always changed the song around and added her own words and rhyme. Sometimes, it was hilariously funny but more often he had found it embarrassing and obnoxious.

The song he hated most of all was the morning song. He never knew the actual name of it but he remembered the words. And that was another odd thing. He found himself humming it in the shower just the other day. He not only hummed it but he sang it with his voice growing louder with each repeat just as his Mom had done so many long years ago.

Ri-se and shine and give God the glo-ry glo-ry…Ri-se and shine…

Funny, he didn't ,mind one bit her singing now. In fact, he wished she would sing more-much much more.

C copyright February, 2009 by DJL

*The tune is based on an early 19th century British song Villikins and His Dinah. It is also a variant of the Scottish melody Lord Randall.

They KNOW what you are Thinking!

2009-02-16T11:22:00.008-05:00

... conversation overheard by deer between two hunters whispering in the woods

"...can you see him?"

"no, can you?"

"No, not yet but I bet he has a huge rack, probably 10-12 points. I bet he is a big BIG BUCK!"

"shhhh, you idiot. Never use CAPS and exclamation points while in the woods.
These are wild and witty creatures. they can even hear you think."

"They know what I am thinking? For real?"

"Yeah, they can. And you better be thinking the right stuff."

INSET SILENCE of about 45 seconds.

no wait.. scratch that.

insert silence of about 10 seconds.

"so, are you thinking what I am thinking?"

"I dunno. What are you thinking?"

" I am thinking, it's freaking cold out here. And all the sensible bucks are laying low snickering under their breaths. Let's go back to the truck."

"Is that what you were thinking?"

"NO, I was thinking about bears."

"Bears? I'm not hunting bears with a bow. Forget that."

"No. I wasn't thinking about hunting bears. I was thinking about if bears "do it" in the woods and they do, they have to , right? Well, where do they "do it? ...in the same place every time? or do they just "do it" where ever they happen to be whenthe call hits them? And that "charmin" bear on TV. How did they teach that bear to wipe his bum like that?"

That's what I was thinking."

"GO TO THE TRUCK, BUBBAH!"

Chained, Charmed & Delighted

2009-02-16T10:21:00.008-05:00

My Hare charm arrived late in the afternoon by Federal Express! It is exactly like the one that was lost. It is perfect! Now, I keep thinking I will find the one I lost. When you get a replacement of something, the lost one usually turns up. I bet there is some kind of law or rule about that! "Finders Keepers-Loosers Weepers Law" ?

D. did himself proud for Valentine's Day! (He always does) Christmas gifts, cards, etc. we sometimes let pass. Birthdays too but never Valentine's Day!

Here are my beautiful Purple roses!

I don' thave a pic of the chocolates-Yeah D got that too!

We ate it all in secret and did not share!

To add to a simply wonderful day, D said he would watch a "Chick flick" with me! You see, I love movies but D is not a movie fan. He enjoys instead, programs featuring hunters that whisper back and forth between themselves.

I was excited! I wondered what movie he would choose! Princess Bride? Mr. Wonderful? Must Love Dogs?
When Harry Met Sally? Pretty Woman? Romeo & Juliet? What? I was getting very excited.

D's pick for a chick flick was......

Wait for it.............

WAIT.....................

..........................................wait

............................................................wait

C H I C K E N R U N !!

A true Chick Flick!

I DO LOVE this movie!

Happy Val & Tiny Day Everyone!

"Chained" but not "Charmed"

2009-02-11T11:34:00.007-05:00

How NOT to run a business!!!!!!!

My Valentine gift arrived this morning by UPS.

Excellent!
I was excited!
I knew what it was!! or I thought I did!

I happily opened the small gift box and..and..and...

It contained only a chain.....

No "Hare" charm..just a chain

You see D. Gave me a beautiful rabbit charm- a hare-not a b Bunny- a Hare.. there is a differfence. It was my favorite piece of jewelry and I wore it all the time

The chain got caught somehow in the dishwasher...yeah I know but it happened. When I leaned over and stood up, it broke. I laid the broken necklace and the Hare charm on the table .....somehow it became lost... I thought for a while that D. had taken it to get it fixed and was secretly pleased for many days but then I asked.

No, he didn't have it-it wasn't being fixed-it was gone! LOST- and in all my searching-I never found it again.

Today's gift was a replacement Hare charm and chain.

Only the chain was listed on the shipping list BUT on the cash register recipt, bothe chain and charm were listed. No NOTE- no notheing.. NO Hare Charm!

When D. called before he finished his sentence, the lady at the Jewerly store said, "We don't stock those, they come from a separate manafacture." She was well versed in this it seemed. She also mentioned the return policy (which we will be making use of) The chain is too small. :(

HOW NICE! no mention of this small fact on the web site or on the shipping paper work AND no mention of who the "separate manafacture" was.

How much easier it would have been if someone had added a notation-something-

maybe-

"Here is your chain. The Hare charm you ordered from us is coming from a different place and will be mailed in a differentnt package by THEM. We don't really have those in stock. Yes, I know they are pictured together BUT we ain't got them in our stock. HAVE A NICE DAY!

So maybe or maybe not.. only the shadow knows if I will get my Hare Charm for Valentine's Day. It was wonderful being able to track the chain's progress.. when it was mailed.. where it was at any given time....he charm, however is on it's own.

I have noticed as I have grown older I have NO patience with:

* things that don't work the way they are supposed to
* people who don't do what they say
* and companies who run their business like idiots!

I KNOW this a small thing but it is a small thing I should not have had to deal with.

-nuff said!

Oh, Happy Valentine's Day Everyone!

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Jocelyn Sands New Book

2009-02-08T21:21:00.002-05:00

Jocelyn's new book is available now! Check it out!

http://jocelynsands.com/

Way to GO Jocelyn!!!!

Let's call it a month

2009-01-29T13:46:00.007-05:00

Kids!
A friend tells me you should "eat them when they are young"

D. sent me this cartoon. If it weren't so true, I would have laughed.

Well, so much for keeping up with the blog. January is almost over.

Summary

* We had some very cold temps... below zero a few times

* January 20
was "Yes" Day- I know a new president was sworn in on this day but January 20th is always "Yes" Day to me. This is the 32nd year for "Yes" Day. D. and I acknowledged it and then let it pass quietly.

* January 22-26
D and I went to Owensboro, KY for an overnight trip. It was a J.'s birthday party. He had some musician friends come in for a jam session. There were 5 guitar players, 2 harmonica players , drums and a double bass. Lots of wonderful food and the musi c was rocking. We all had breakfast at a place Called, "Hill Billy's" - inside a Marathon gas station. Great Food! Great Friends!

Got to visit a bit with a bunny friend of mine and meet two of her bunnies for the first time-Mema and Luna. Shadow and Babsy,are old friends! Memo entertained us with some very excellent binkies. :) Here is Luna. She has "Velvet" ears. D. and I both noted this. Beautiful Luna!

* January 27
Dealing with a sick Mr Fritz this week. He is totally into stasis! Extreme emergency situation for a bunny. ~ a bunny that doesn't eat, drink or poo. I did all I knew to do - raw pineapple juisce, baby pedeo lyte, critcal care, laxatone, belly massages ~ He needed more -Took him to the e vet on Tuesday in a whirl of snow and sleet. We got a got a foot of snow Tuesday night.

The IV fluids have made the difference. He has started nibbling and a few potties. So things are beginning to move again. He has a ways to go though.. more IV fluids tonight. I had D come and check thismorning to see if Fritz was still here. Today is the anniversary of Harry's passing. It was snowy that year too- 2000. Loosing Mr Fritz on the same day.. oh my.. too much- that would have been way too after loosing Velvet so recently. I am still forgetting and call her name. She stillhops so very near my heart. All my bunnies do! Maybe because Velvet's death was so recent, maybe because I had to "help" her go, maybe because she was still so bright and perky, maybe because of all these things, the tears are very close to the surface. While a memory of this or that can make me cry what amazes me was I found myself in tears and there was NO particulair memory that triggered it, It was just SAD, -just sad. :(

Why write all this? well, Why not? It is my blog, my life, my thoughts. A writer has to write, tha tis just the way of things. A writer has to write something.

Looking into February and beyond..

D. and I have tickets for Celtic Woman in Feb
AND tickets to see THE EAGLES in March.. woo hoo!

Kill Fred!

2009-01-03T17:13:00.004-05:00

Saturday, January 3, 2009

Fred is driving me crazy. I think if he continues I shall kill him! It will be very easy- I have thought about it-a lot!

CTRL-ALT-DEL Every friggin THING!

This computer is FredIV. All my computers were "Freds"

The first "Fred" was actually a program I created about a million years ago in BASIC. It was for a home school computer class I taught. Fred was a simple computer image on screen created using the available keyboard letters...line after line after line. He announced himself with a smile and then said some pretty insulting things about the teacher behind her back. The kids all laughed. When turned Friendly Fred, the computer was gone! (the programmed "Beep" was my cue to turn.)- I knew he would be gone. *smile*

"What?????"

Yes, he was gone every single time!

In once upon a time , long and far away days, most computers were powered by mice, hamsters or disgruntled squirrels. Squirrel power was the best , especially if the squirrel was really really mad. A really upset squirrel could almost connect to AOL for about 3 minutes.

Kids were easier to amuse way back then too and even could be fooled into thinking computers really did run on squirrel power and that a little man lived in the fridge who operated the light switch. Yes, he's there all right. Go look for yourself!

~Hare

*Name Your Computer* next post

New Year

2009-01-02T02:59:00.000-05:00

New year's is over now. This is the 2nd day!

The house is very quiet and I am alone. I spent the new year alone too but not. Friends touched me from across the miles and for that I am truly thankful. I was an avatar dancing with friends so I was alone and not. I cried when the year year was declared but no one knew. I did not open the front door to let the new year in and I did not open the back door to let the old year out. I did not shout "Happy New Year" in to the night. I did not mark the new calendar with dates. A chore reserved for the first hours of the new year-to carry the old dates and set them to the new.

I counted foxes. There were five. They move in shadows and the glow of their eyes mark the path. I wonder if my eyes would glow in the shadows and could be seen or has the glow grown so dim it would be a darkness ?

I drank some wine and fell asleep I dreamed of rabbits in the snow. Rabbits that are lost now and can never return. save as strands of gossamer, pale and silent as a whispered memory.

I will see them again, They are safe from the foxes.

Neither Hare Nor Thare

Champis- The herding rabbit

Goose Game Over

Goose Napping.. Breaking and Entering, You can't Fix Stupid!

Goose Napping !

Simon's Cat (Fly Guy)

Dear Abby

Rabbit "Training"

Rabbits! Awesome Commercial !

Name Your Computer

Stalker

"Who are you and why are you stalking me?"

Happy Birthday Dodge City Kitty!

Hoppy Valentine's Day!

On Monkeys

Hospital Humor

Hospital Humor

Hospital Humor

Something Most Fowl

Wild "Bunnies" kill Dog!

Hoppy Hare-lo-ween!

*FLASH* Bunneh Racer

Nom Nom Nom Nom Just too cute

Bunny Adventure

Harry, The House Rabbit , A Real Story

I was't payin g Attention

Be My Valentine?

Second Life Ozimals!

Wakes, Dead Ringers & Chewing the Fat

New Second Life Story

Happy New Year~2009

Merry Christmas EveryBunn!

Sometimes...

50 for Breakfast!

More Pics from the play

Happy Thankgiving!

Picture Post

B.U.S.S.! Do You have this?

History!

Life

Sorry, I couldn't Resist

October!

White Flag

Hare's Second Life Bio

Book Reading In Second Life

Home

Going Places I should Not Go

Rabbits!

New Book in S/L

Boring Day

Boxes

Bid4ACure Evetns 2009

Bid4ACure

Holes

Gimme a Buck After Midnight

Don't mess wif the bunns!

The Easter Hare

Make Mine Chocolate!

Hoppy Spring!

** Hare's Movie's *Updated*

Cartoon!

Fred is Dead!

Help!

Jane

Celtic Woman

One

They KNOW what you are Thinking!

Chained, Charmed & Delighted

"Chained" but not "Charmed"

Jocelyn Sands New Book

Let's call it a month

Kill Fred!

New Year

FLASH Bunneh Racer

** Hare's Movie's Updated