Month: June 2020

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Time will take us all.

Rosiebug rabbit is getting thinner each week. She’s .. 13? 14? at this point, which for a rabbit of her size is incredibly old. She’s reached the point where she doesn’t run anymore, and turning doesn’t always work out, she slips sometimes. She sleeps a lot.
 
Recently she stopped eating the lettuce and carrot bits we’d bring her, and she pays little attention to the contents of her food bowl, even the stuff she used to be quite enthusiastic about.
 
Today while we were outside I picked a bit of clover and some buttercups and dropped them in her space. She came over right away and started eating them!
 
I forsee a lot more of that .. soon. I know our remaining time together is short, but I intensely wish for those moments to be filled with happiness.
 
There are quiet stirrings of grief impending, I keep them at bay with bright moments and simple kindnesses.. as well as I can.
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Not quite dancing while the world burns.

2020 has been a shitshow.

I’m rapidly running out of news sources I can bear to read.  Events occurring are unbelievable.

The US is on fire.  Literally and figuratively, as people’s rage finally outweighs their fear and what little respect was left, and they rise up.  In another time there might’ve been people in power willing to take the long road to reconciliation, even if it was only hollow words meant to calm the beast and lead it back to it’s cage.

Not at this point.  The violence increases, and the people become more angry, not less.  This is a game of one-upmanship which can only ever end badly.  The people are getting bloodied, and that is causing more people to finally stop ignoring what a section of the population has had to endure for the whole history of the country.

The coronavirus is still out there, still mutating, still a real and present danger.  The people out there trying to get someone, anyone to change the way things are — they’re at greater risk now than ever before.  First from this virus which thrives in crowds and contact, and second from the very real weaponry arrayed against them.

I can’t bear to watch.  I can’t look away.  It’s heartbreaking.

 

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Your rainy sou

Kitten
Lights out
Wrapped in my arms
Yeah, I like your rainy sound
Yeah, I like the way you bounce back from everything
We were sitting
It was pouring
So we played a game
Of mousetrap and I lost
And you said you felt the same
That I needn’t ever worry
About winning or the ways
Of people that live to do it
‘Cause they just lose in other ways
And we listened to the thunder
And thought about a god
That never probably would play mousetrap
Unless there was mystery to cause
And a hate around it
Death is
A blanket
Sometimes you fold it
Yeah, I like your rainy sound
Yeah, I like the way you bounce back from everything
Yeah, I like your rainy sound
Yeah, I like your rainy sound
Yeah, I like your rainy sound
Yeah, I like your rainy sound
Yeah, I like your rainy sound