One Year

One year ago today we lost our Buddy Rabbit. 

I never thought I'd be the guy that remembers the passing of a pet. I thought I was tougher than that. Maybe it's age. Maybe it's that I'm getting closer to the time when I'll have to face my own mortality. Maybe I'm just losing what little sanity I had. 

I haven't thrown out his toys or his bed that he used upstairs while I worked on the computer. I have Buddy's pictures on my computer as the screen saver.  I've never had the heart to change it. 

I added the new bunnies' pictures to the slide show, but I still get choked up when Buddy appears on screen. I must admit that I still miss him so badly. 

Hubby is confused on the date. I didn't have the energy to convince him that he mixed up Linc's birthday with Buddy's death day, but I'm more of a stickler for dates. 

So today marks a year without him, but he's in my heart every day. 

The Cathedral

I opened the doors to the cathedral and stepped into the sanctuary.

I looked up at the grand scale of the space. The ceiling looked like it was 30 feet above my head.

This wasn’t a space for man. “It’s designed to make a man feel insignificant,” I thought.

With that, I turned and walked back outside.

Linc & Stuffed Toy

As a bunny daddy, I know I'm not supposed to have favorites.

We have three bunnies that are all loving and beautiful in their own right.

Having said that, Linc is my boy. He is super affectionate, minds me most of the time (with the possible exception of a final run through the house before bed.)

He has a little stuffed dog that he carries with him, tosses around and snuggles when he sleeps.

Linc reminds me so much of our last rabbit, Buddy, who also loved his stuffed toys.

I Voted

Today is primary day here in NC.

One of our candidates for Senate is 30 & only has a GED. His platform is: He’s old enough to run and he wants to clean up Washington.

I voted against him.

He’s young enough to be optimistic; old enough to know right & wrong. But I can’t vote for him. It would be like sending a lamb to negotiate with wolves.

Restaurant Breakfast

This morning we went out to breakfast and I saw something I've never seen before. 

A group of people were seated at a table close to us. They opened the silverware & asked the waiter for a pitcher of hot water. The waiter brought the water & I thought they were going to make tea.

But instead, they took all the silverware and placed the portions that would go into their mouths into a coffee cup. Next they poured the hot water in the cup allowing the utensils to soak until their food arrived. 

Next, they meticulously dried each utensil with napkins making sure each tine of each fork was dried and almost polished with the napkin. Spoons and knives were polished in a similar manner.

The ritual took a good bit of time.  

I wonder why they didn't insist on going back to the kitchen to wash the plates and glasses they used.