Literally. I went to check on my tomato planter and saw a giant ball of fluff. At first I thought it was a bird, but then I realized that instead of growing tomatoes, I’d grown 5 baby bunnies.
Usually they are all covered up with fluff but I was taking Teddy out when we startled the mama who was tending to them and she left them a little uncovered. (Don’t worry, she came back and covered them up. She’s taken up residence under the peonies to keep an eye out.) I do worry for them as they are so tiny and vulnerable but our yard is quite secure from predators so hopefully she picked a good spot in the elevated tomato planter. I have no idea how she got them in there. The nest has only been there for a couple of days. Did she give birth there? Or did she carry them up into the planter one by one? (It’s quite a hop for her.) It’s a mystery. Perhaps she heard from the house swallows that are currently living in (!) the stone on my house, and the family of chipmunks near the garden shed, that I offer free rent. I feel like Snow White.
How are y’all holding up? I hope May treated you as well as can be managed in a pandemic. My God the news is grim. So much strife. My strategy is to educated myself on a topic (Twitter is weirdly educational right now.) Make donations and write letters. Talk to my kids (moms of gamer sons – there can be misleading chatter online so it’s worth having an educational conversation.) And then turn off the news.
I’ve decided to make use of this strange time to take a couple of certification courses to build a coaching practice I’ve been thinking about for a while. I’ll be using my critical thinking expertise to help people feeling stuck in my Divorce, Transition, and Recovery Coaching practice. I’ll be launching in the fall once I have all the fancy letters behind my name but I’m doing all of the web stuff now since search engines take a while to do their magic. I’m also studying for a financial certification and reacquainting myself with financial calculators. I thought things had become all automated since I last took a spin in this world but, nope, the HP10b is still the gold standard. Phew!
I’ve learned to master Zoom. Tom Ford gives a good primer to looking good on video call. The ring light is my new best friend.
I’ve mostly been reading coaching books so not much to report on the reading front. I’ve been decompressing with Sweet Magnolias on Netflix. It’s a great antidote to the news. I highly recommend it.
As for mask fashion, A+ for Narces. Compliment city and they are comfortable. I’d love to get my hands on a Vampire’s Wife mask but they are hen’s teeth. The Mackage one is cute and I have a royal blue one on the way.
As a germaphobe, I suspect I’ll be wanting to wear these for a while so it’s worth stocking up. Nancy Pelosi is my Style Hero at the moment.
RHONY is life right now. I could just watch these women eat and drink for hours. I think I’m missing eating out a lot. I really need to go to Newport, RI stat. Gorgeous. I can’t decide if Sonja is a comic genius or completely clueless, but either way, I am here for it. RHOBH is much better this season than I’d anticipated too. Or maybe I’m just starved for glamour.
Teddy finally got his nails trimmed by the vet. We are both thankful. My attempts to pin him down and take the dremel drill nail file thingy to him were total fails. He’s still waiting for this haircut, but who isn’t?
I loved this article by Adam Gopnik on the movement of time these days. The writes about “the architecture of the hours.” I keep feeling like I’m at my childhood cottage (perhaps it’s all the animals…) The rhythm of time has definitely shifted. I obviously don’t like this pandemic, but I do like how time is moving these days.
What is keeping you busy? Anyone else growing rabbits in their planters?