Rabbit Style News

I went to the library during my lunch hour yesterday and somebody else hit my car in the parking lot. I was looking for a shaded space and somebody else was about to back out so i stopped to wait for her. She backed out slowly, slowly, and came very close to my car. I sat and watched the bumper of the white Ford Focus approach and thought, “Wow she sure is cutting it close.” The car stopped and I was relieved. Then it started again and gave the front of my car a love tap. After a pause when I wondered if the driver even realized what had happened, an older woman - maybe 65 - jumped out of her car. I sighed, put my car in park, and also got out without even turning off my engine.

“Are you ok??” she asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine, how about you, see any damage here?” I said, looking at our bumpers.

“Are you alright??? Are you ok? I didn’t even see you there!”

“Yes, I’m fine. Are you alright? Our cars don’t show anything.”

“Oh my god. Yes, they’re fine. I can’t believe I didn’t see you there. Ok!” She was flustered.

“I think we’re good then,” I said. She agreed, got back in her car, and drove away. I parked in the shady spot I wanted.

I suppose I should have used my horn to announce my presence. I thought she saw me though, since I was right there in the parking lot and all not using my invisibility cloak, and she first stopped right in front of my vehicle with plenty of room to turn before inexplicably backing up some more.  It was weird. I’m glad she was backing out so slowly.

Here I am with my mother and Jackson, my 13-year-old first cousin once removed. I like the way my shirt and new necklace passed to me from Grandma’s collection echo the colors. And how I look skinny. And how two-tone my mother’s skin is. I mean, compare her arms to her legs. You need to wear more sunscreen on your regularly exposed skin, Mom.

Here is the cake I made for my grandmother’s memorial service last week. I am told that it was delicious and that she would have enjoyed it. I had trouble making the sides smooth without a turntable. I finally found a use for my lazysusan I bought at Ikea just because I liked it.

Abortion Politics: The Third Rail

One letter writer says, “I suspect that many bleeding-heart liberals agree that the fetus is the most vulnerable member of society and deserves protection”.

Are you kidding me?  A fetus is not a “member of society”!  It’s a fetus!  It’s a parasite inside of somebody’s body!  This is not a person we’re talking about here!  It is a fetus!  How could anybody label it a member of society, let alone the most vulnerable member of society!  Oh my god!

I rearranged the living room tonight, cleaning things up as I went along.  It was time for a change - it had been  about six months since I last moved things around and I was ready for something fresh.

Next up: a cheery blue shower curtain for the rarely-used second bathroom.  The current shower curtain is the cheapest white plastic one Target had to offer.  It does keep water from getting everywhere the very few times anybody uses that bathtub, and I think a second decorative cloth shower curtain would a) brighten things up and b) use some of the dozens of yards of fabric I have in my delightful long new fabric container.  It has wheels, and it hinges in the middle so it can open without pulling it completely out from under the bed!  It was a perfect gift.

Also a perfect gift: half a leftover veggie supreme sandwich from Dilly’s Deli.  As I was walking up the stairs to my apartment after work I thought, “I want to go to Dilly’s for dinner!  How amazing would that sandwich be right now!”  I walked in the door and he said, “I have a present for you!”

I gasped, “Is it a Dilly’s sandwich??” and he said “Yes!”.  I think maybe he was secretly a little disappointed that my telepathy ruined his surprise.  It’s a gift… and a curse.