If you are a musician looking for a Vox audience, I am not your person. I hope you do well in your music and understand how difficult it is to "sell" yourself in a seriously competitive market. I love music, all kinds of music. I don't love willynilly neighborhood-building in the hopes of getting another set of ears hooked into your earphones. If you add me to your neighborhood, I will automatically block you, not because I don't wish you well, but because I keep my neighborhood and attentions focused on those to whom I have built a connection. I hope you understand and that your creative endeavors succeed.
If you are looking simply to add me to your neighborhhod, I will look at your pages and decide if I wish to add you back. As I stated ^^up there^^, I keep my neighborhood and attentions focused on those to whom I have built a connection. If I don't feel a connection to your interests, profile, viewable pages, etc. I will not add you back. Please don't take it personally. I wish you well.
The Buz and Sophie Show
starring Buz and Sophie!
Synopsis: Buz and Sophie wander around the same chair, each expecting the other to know the way. When Buz forgets where Sophie is, he hops off in search of more interesting adventures. To be continued!
A friend at work sent me photos of his new kitten, Floyd. Floyd--what a great name for this li'l dude. Anyway, he sure cheered me up. Do yer stuff, Floyd...
Jaypo is feeling better and I'm very glad because now she can pay more attention where it's needed--me. She went out early to get her hairs cut. (One day she'll realize that a matching "buzz" cut would bring us closer together...) Then she came right home and let me out. Since jaypo has been sick, I wanted to help her with chores.
First, I helped jaypo get dressed and untied her shoes for her.
Then, I helped her pay bills.
I did some badly needed messing straightening up, like on her coaster stand. Actually I thought they were cookies and I tried to steal one. Jaypo can be quick when she wants...
Jaypo looked at clothes on the internets. I virtually flew through the air up to her chair and gave her a good nip right away.
That money could easily buy more pellets and parsley for me.
This is my private intra-condo chunnel--a chewable tunnel. Jaypo, always thinking of me, gets them from Ron the custodian at work. He unpacks lights from them. This morning I was in and out, out and in, back and forth in my chunnel. I even had to *reconstruct* part of the inside to make it better. Better for bunnies. That's what the whole world should be, better for bunnies. I'm on it.
Wherein teh Buz allows Auntie Carley to point his hiney in many directions.
Whatup , dudes and dudettes? Check out mah bedtime story. Good plot too--love, conflict, resistance is futile, all the stuff of great bedtime stories.
For your Easter enjoyment: actual scholarly research on Easter peeps [snicker]. The abstract that put Staley Library of Millikin University in Decatur, IL on the internet!! But you knew that, right?
Food: The photograph above illustrates that Peeps are just as likely to eat snacks in the library as are college students. It should also be noted that the Peeps attempted to finish their candy as quickly as possible when they became aware of the presence of library staff in the area.
It takes roughly 40 gallons of sap to make a gallon of maple syrup. Some families still tap with the old tin buckets. Bigger operations now use a series of hoses strung from tree to tree. They snake downhill through the woods, looking like low, empty clothes-lines leading down to the sugarhouses. And some sugarhouses, besides being the collectors and boilers of the sweet stuff, offer short-lived seasonal maple breakfasts--weekends only--homey affairs of tables seating multiple families and serving up pancakes, waffles, bacon, eggs, so-so coffee, and vats of maple syrup cooking somewhere on the premises. Some places bake their own ham and cut off chunks to slap on the plate with your eggs. Some serve up homemade pickles with breakfast! Each has a reputation for doing something just right. All of the them are perfect.
We had our eggs and waffles, bacon and sausage, coffee and OJ, and talked with a man and his daughter who sat at our table. Then we bought jars of thick maple cream and bottles of syrup to bring home. We came home a long route, headed north to Shelburne Falls. But not before I took some pictures so you could enjoy a bit of the season. (These are small, but if you click on each there's a description for it.)
On Thursday morning, I went with jaypo to work. I have a little villa under her desk, very spacious with a faboo private bathroom (she calls it a litterbox, harrumphh). Unfortunately, I forgot my camera, but Auntie C had one at work and she took memorable shots of my visit.
Here is Auntie C, making sure I smile for the camera. She smelled like other rabbits. I disapproved immensely.
The 360-degree view was so-so. I had no idea what those people were doing. And I didn't care.
I showed off for jaypo's co-workers. They are so simple... this actually made them laugh.[yawn]
I got so tired of the attention--the squeals, the squeees, the widdle this, the so-cute that... They had no shame. It was embarassing. I pretended not to see them.
Adoration is tiresome. I can't say I recommend it. One sleeps it off, like a hangover.
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