BB the bunny’s life has been a mixed bag lately. On one hand, the neighbor chased him back to my place with a hose and hot sauce spray when he ventured into their garden. (Baby Bunny turned into Bad Bunny.) On the other, my grandson is putting carrots out for him, though every time he pokes his head out, there’s this six year old who wants to pet him. Tough life right now.
I keep the windows open at night in the summer, so my grandson went to sleep serenaded by crickets. He didn’t know what that sound was, which led to a fun bedtime story. We put a farm set together which I’m sure his 2 year old brother will promptly destroy when he gets here. This trip to Grandma’s house was a last minute decision, so I have no plans. We are winging it.
To celebrate my birthday, my grandson chose going to a park to swing, do a zip-line, scooter, paint, and play ping-pong. We grilled pork chops (his choice too) and he ate like a champ, even the wilted cabbage/kale mixture I sautéed. Somehow, I also managed a tour of a new condo, writing a little, dead-heading my roses, and answering a dozen phone calls wishing me Happy Birthday. What a nice day! and how good that bed will feel tonight.
In the wake of Orlando’s unspeakable tragedy, I have no words. Ever since I read the book, “All the light we cannot see,” I have been struck by the senseless hate we cannot stop. From the beginning of mankind, we have fought unfathomable hate and bigotry stemming from jealousy or fear or having been taught to be that way. I see no end. It is defeating. I know we must not give up, we must keep on hoping, and trying, and teaching love and respect, but honestly, if Jesus, and Muhammad, and Buddha couldn’t do it, who or what can? Certainly no words I can offer will help.