Richardland Blog

Just days after Easter.

It was an accident.. and i was on the phone when it happened so i took a picture. poor little thing was just a baby…

Yes, I realize how shiny and girly manicured my nail looks, but I can’t help that. The Bushnells have naturally thick nails and my moms side has naturally shiny ones. My hands are doomed to always look gay. Just deal with it and move on. We’re talking about the death of a little baby bunny here.

I crushed him under a plastic office floor matt that i was using to tramp down the overgrown weed grass in the acreage behind my house… i lifted it up and there was a bloody mouthed adoooorable little bunny twitching. and bleeding.

and then… the twitching stopped…

I put his dead body in a gopher hole. Eff you gophers. yer in for a surprise!

UPDATE: I checked the next day and the body was gone from the hole and not nearby. So. Someone ate it.

Or at least I could if I wanted to. Which is really depressing. Way to start feeling OLD AS HELL way too early.

It’s been rainy here in southern California for 2 days in a row, and a social calling required that I leave my headquarters and venture out into the elements. I put on a black polyester jackety thing that apparently I havn’t worn in a long time and headed out. Later that night I reached in its pocket and took out a piece of paper that was in it.

It was the phone number of the Bruce’s. My next door neighbors when I lived in Missouri. Who are now dead.

Both Mr and Mrs Bruce died over a year ago shortly after one another. They were very nice people and I had visited them a few times when I came back to Missouri after I had left. Now they are deceased, and I have their phone number in my pocket.

I have the phone numbers of people who are no longer living. In. My. Pocket….

I must be getting old. =(