Mood:  irritated

Third try to post.  Angelfire doesn't realize that I will win this contest.  If this doesn't post now, I'll return tomorrow and keep trying to paste and post until it works.

2007-11-25         22:49:21

Something made me check the beginning of my Blog tonight.  I had to look twice.  There is a piece dated Tuesday, January 1, 2002 which is a teeny remnant of the Blog that I wrote to my son who was going to be 21.  I did not write it on 1-1-02.  I wrote it on 11-11-07 and updated it on 11-12-07, when it was eaten in its entirety by the Angelfire Gobbling Goblin.  Angelfire is bloody fluffed up (if you get my drift). 

I received an email telling me that the CSN Desert Garden Center had 2 three week old baby bunnies.   I knew that I had to visit for several reasons, so after work and an errand, on Thursday, November 15, I stopped in to see the babies.

I went to the office and met Cheryl, who I think is in charge.  I introduced myself, and explained that I had received an email about the bunnies, and told her who had sent the email.  She quizzed me about how I knew the emailer, which I thought was polite conversation, and seemed happy to take me to the building in the back where the bunnies were being kept. 

On the way there she asked again how I knew the person who had emailed me.  After showing me the bunnies, she asked again.  In fact, two other ladies work with her and as she would introduce me to each of them she went through an explanation of how I knew the person who told me about the bunnies (getting the information incorrect each time).  Strange....  The thought of sitting at a table with a bright light being shined into my eyes, while being interrogated how I knew the emailer, flitted through my brain.

Not to change the subject, but my son just called to let me know that he is stuck in an elevator on the first floor of his dorm with his best friend and her roommate.  Elevator technicians are on the way.  The roommate has already gotten sick in a cup, and there is no air conditioning in the elevator (must smell lovely in there).

I spent an hour with the bunnies.  They were residing in a large cardboard box.  The larger of the two is named Hazel.  She is a white butterball with little dashes of color in her straight fur - brown, orange.  The other bunny is named Pudge, a small black and charcoal colored guy with wavy fur.  At first sight, Pudge didn't do a thing for me, and then Cheryl put him in my hand.  It was love at first touch.  He fit exactly in my palm.  I was in ecstasy.  He snuggled into my arm and to quote Cheryl "chilled out".

I spent the last minutes that I was with the bunnies feeding them.  They ate like they were starved.  I was fed them Kale, which they ate out of my hand.  I couldn't resist, so before I put hem both back into their box, I kissed them both on their heads.

Since the week of Thanksgiving would be so short, I decided when I left that I would visit them again next week.  Now I don't know if I will ever return.

On Wednesday, November 21, I received an email telling me that my little Pudge has passed away over the weekend.  I am heartbroken.  That sweet little baby, so tiny, so precious....