Rabbit Style News

I got a message today saying that my class was canceled due to low enrollment.  The class that was supposed to start in less than a week.  The one I was looking forward to and to be the main focal point of my summer.  The one that was to help me not grow continually stupider as the years after college slide by.

I need to call tomorrow to confirm how they will be refunding my money.  The accounting class at the other community college that I was considering is full.  I’m pretty sure this is God’s way of telling me I should devote the summer to watching the entire “Dawson’s Creek” series, from premiere to finale, like I was considering.  I mean, I have a deep and personal faith in God and God’s involvement in my life and this is the only possibility I can see.  “Dawson’s Creek”, every day, for two months.  How could it go wrong?

I worked on my quilt for two and a half hours this evening, although it didn’t feel longer than a movie like that.  It was a nice end to a rough day at work.  Nothing bad happened, it just wasn’t productive.  I toiled and toiled and nothing came of it, I wasn’t able to put much in my outbox.  I went to Target during my lunch hour to buy a sheet to use as border and backing for the quilt and they didn’t have what I needed so my break wasn’t even productive.

Well, I did buy a new contacts case which was useful.  Until recently a month or so ago I used the recalled brand of contact solution (AMO Complete Moisture Plus Multi-Purpose Solution) so I followed the instructions and tossed my case to buy a clean, microbe-free new one.  I haven’t gone blind yet so I think I’m ok.  If I do lose an eye because it turns out I do have the highly improbable infection, I’ll shrug and say, “I hadn’t gone blind yet so I thought I was ok”, and we’ll all laugh.

I started sewing the blocks of my quilt together tonight and it looks really good.  I’m pleased with the way the design turned out, and I am confident that I will be able to sew it together into true quilt form successfully.

I have to take out a long row of stitches for two large chunks I just sewed together, unfortunately.  One of the pieces wasn’t rotated correctly so I need to take it out and put it back in.  Nothing too fancy, just time consuming.  I will remember to confirm the colors of the blocks are lined up right before pinning it when working on the rest of the quilt, at least.

My class starts in a week so I need to get as much completed as I can before Monday, and my schedule is clear to be able to do it.  Dog and I are on our own until Thursday - the live-in butler is on a trip to San Jose (I do give him a few weeks off every year, he works hard and deserves a vacation), the downstairs neighbors are in Europe, and my brother is on a business trip.  So it’s just the dog, 50 square feet of fabric, and me.

Warning: this post contains foul language.

Last Saturday I met up with some friends for a relaxing afternoon swimming. As we pulled up to the apartment complex I saw two people who looked like they were arguing in the guest parking lot. They were probably in their mid-to-late twenties; she was petite and blond and he was of average height with dark hair. As we waited for traffic to clear so we could turn into the parking lot - my brother was driving - it looked like she was trying to walk away and he would pull her back by the arm.

We turned into the parking spot and opened the car doors, letting in the loud, expletive-filled argument. I couldn’t even tell what they were fighting about, it had gotten so angry. She took off her flip-flops and threw them at him, then turned to go again. He laughed and said, “What the fuck, you’re going to fucking leave barefoot? Fucking stupid.”

She approached him again and they continued shouting, up in each other’s faces, their arms up in the air threatening to start shoving. My brother was unloading things from his car as I stared at them, wondering what I would do if it turned violent. There were a few people standing on their apartment balcony watching too.

Then the guy punched her in the face. One of the other onlookers said, “Oh no he didn’t!” in amused surprise. Yes, yes he did. It didn’t look very hard - she didn’t stagger or reel back from it - but it was definitely a closed hand hitting her jaw. She exploded, “You fucking asshole! You fucking get the hell out of here you piece of shit, I fucking hate you!” She pummeled her fists at his chest while he tried to hold her wrists to keep her from hitting him. He flung her away and stalked off to a car.

She followed, still screaming. “You fucking ain’t taking my car, you fucker! Fuck you, get out of my car!” He got in the drivers seat, shouting his own profanities back at her while she started hitting the car as he slowly backed out. Then she got in the passengers seat and they drove off together. I don’t know if she got her flip-flops back or not.

We told our friends about it as soon as we got to their apartment and we were divided about what the appropriate thing for an onlooker to do in a situation like that. My brother said that if it had gotten really violent, like if one of them threw the other to the ground and started kicking in heads, he would have intervened. If a weapon was drawn I would have called the police. But how much is really my business? If they want to fight and then drive off together, why should I get involved, especially when the violence and vitriol seemed mutual?

I found out today that a few surprising people read my blog.  I see you now, lurking through the pages without posting a comment or announcing your presence, enjoying the thrill of knowing somebody’s secrets on the sly.  I know you’re reading now so you might as well come out.  As I’ve discovered since starting my two websites last fall (yes, two - let’s see if you can track that one down…) comments are delightful.  Someone has been interested enough in my life to read what I have to say?  And they want to comment on it??  Fabulous!  Tell me more about what you think of me…