A Multitude of fronts
Tuesday, April 29th, 2008Photographic evidence of our current activities.
I’ve installed the work surfaces and end panels in the office. I’m pretty happy with the way things look so far. There will be a whole wall of storage above where Benny is working in the photo above. Notice how the work surface in notched around window on the north wall. I like that little detail. I’ve spent some time working in it, and I must say that I really like being able to glance out the window every now and then. In the summer, with the window open, it will feel like I’m working out doors.
In other news, Ben is digging an enormous hole. Yeah, and, well…that’s pretty much it. It’s a huge hole, under a gigantic pine tree next to our garage. I’m hoping that the hole doesn’t destabilize the tree and cause it to fall on the house and kill us all as we sleep. Emma, Grace, and Anna have also joined in the fun and taken turns digging. The neighbor kids have also put in some serious time in the pit. Amazing what can be accomplished with child labor.
Our four kittens are growing like mad. We were worried about Brownie (mom) at first, but she’s really getting the hang of it. The kittens are starting to play really rough. Brownie puts up with it for the most part, climbing into the box to feed them, and bailing out when they get a little too wild.
Emma also played nurse to 7 baby bunnies, but only for a few days. It was a couple of weeks ago, on a Friday, and Benny came tearing up to me with a bucket in his hands. He was screaming, “Look what I’ve got! You’re going to FREAK OUT!” That’s a sign that something very strange is about to happen. In the fraction of a second that it took him to approach me, I mentally prepared myself to be shown anything from a human head to a fossilized turd. The actual contents of the bucket were much less disturbing than I had imagined. Apparently the kids were helping the neighbors pull ground cover to reclaim their sandbox, and a bunny was discovered. By the time Benny showed me the bunny, the rest of the kids were hot on his heels declaring that they had found six more. That was pretty much the end of Ben’s involvement with the bunnies. It fell to Emma to care for the critters. She took it as a challenge and did all she could, but they died off one by one. She buried each one by the side of the barn, marking each grave with a little flower. At one point she came to me with one of the lifeless creatures in her hand, and said, “Daddy, is this one dead?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “It looks pretty dead.”
“Can you tell if it’s breathing?” she asked.
I felt the little fur ball, wondering where in the world one would check for a pulse on a baby bunny. I considered the animal for what seemed like a respectful amount of time before I pronounced my judgement.
“I don’t feel a pulse honey, I think he’s gone.”
“Guess I’ll go bury another one,” she said.
