bunnies in the shop

i know i'm cutting it close but i have six bunnies hoping for new homes! if you wish to adopt, these will be mailed on Tuesday, March 30...i promise! as long as yer in the continenntal U.S. you should get them in time for Easter! sorry, there are no more cocoa bunnies but these are just as sweet!

today in pictures

the week in review: mar 16-21

oh the green! oh the flowers! oh the new camera!

dreams run amuck

i've always been a dreamer. both in sleeptime adventures and the sort of lackadaisical mayhem that got me trouble in school on a regular basis. i'd say it is a rare occasion when i awake in the morning without memories of my sleeptime adventures. the mister is stupefied by it all. he generally doesn't remember his dreams. last night's dream were hijacked by an invisible remote control as if some other floaty invisible being had control of clicker and wasn't really interested in my quirky psyche.

when i was comfortable and dreaming of an eighties version of myself making a patchwork quilt of candy wrappers while listening to Thomspon Twins i was shoved out of the picture to watch some sort of detective show with guns and chaos and Motorhead.** then i was back in my old room finding that the tiny closet in my chifforobe was a never ending tunnel of vintage. i blissfully started pulling out dress after vintage dress while Poi Dog Pondering whistled in the background only to be abruptly shoved aside for more dark and gloomy shooting but this time it was some sort of rube goldberg machine in a staircase that managed to domino kill at least three "bad guys". all dream night long i was in happy land one moment with pop music, a thinner me and color floating about when suddenly, the next was full of dark and angry men and metal music. couple that with my only slightly asleep state due to the mister having to work in the morning and him telling me of my blanket thieving skills and i can say i'm a bit groggy today. but then again, that could be because it is monday and mondays generally are freebie days where i attempt to wrap my head around the going ons for the week. this week is taking care of doctor visits, a couple of visits with friends, tying up loose crafty ends and packing, packing, packing. phew! already, i am tired!

**i never listened to Thompson Twins in my youth, i listened to far dorkier bands. i have however had stuck in my head an ominous open to an eighties song. it had been stuck there in the noggin for weeks now and all i could sing or remember or share was "oohooh oohooh ow ooh ooh ooh ow".. it was maddening! and all because of mister telling me of the wee a-boy's translation of poopoo head...poopoo-od...he was after all, three at the time. and suddenly i heard this voice singing the ooh-ow thing and i couldn't remember any other part but after too many wasted moments on itunes and then youtube, i found! eureka i found it!

and, as for motorhead...while i did my fair share of listening to metallica, black sabbath and yngwie malmsteem, i did not exactly listen to motorhead which is only slightly odd as i did listen to d.i., agent orange and other loudish punk bands...anyway, motorhead sticks in the noggin because of the young ones (i LOVE the them!) and because my brother and i once spent an evening back in the late eighties making a very inappropriate music mix using kiss the girl as the base and i do believe there was some motorhead in that, along with the dead kennedys and schoolly d. oh, those were the days!

today in my head...

i have not yet made friends with this new lighter brighter sunshine we're having. the time change here always throws me off-kilter. the mornings seems darker as if the moon just cannot help but linger a little longer and my sleep gets deeper, pulled under the covers by dreams of goats in minnie pearl hats, enormous corsages & missed proms and twisty windy roads that play music as you drive upon them.

i find myself sleeping in and then i wake up feeling guilty for the time i wasted dreaming. there is much to be done and for those of you who didn't know, yes, we are moving, moving, moving away from this big lovely city full of the best eats anywhere, empty morning beaches and mountains so high you need a coat for summer meanderings.

not only are we pushing off into the great US of A for a mad frolic with our country but we are packing up the tiny casa for an unknown tomorrow. we will cull and give and barter and sell a great portion of my mad collecting and acquisitions. the rest will be boxed up and stored until we return from our road trip. then....we have no idea really.

we know this trip seems nutty and crazy especially when we have roots here and the mister has a job, but we feel it is time to be crazy what with all the sorrow we have had these past few years. we have lost loved ones and little pieces of ourselves along the way as we two a-go-gos found that we cannot create our own wee one. so yes, an adventure is in store. a mid-life creative crisis is in the works and hopefully we will land with clear heads, brighter smiles and a readiness for the future.

so i hope to shake hands with these brighter sunnier days. i hope to embrace them and hug them and make friends as i will need all the company i can get as i stare at this very full and cluttered casa that needs to somehow fit into its new box home. it is almost more than i can focus on.

and i think, maybe for this week, i need the extra sleep, the extra time to dream, the remaining bits of a life in a tiny space full of fun and fine memories, chirping birdies in the garden, and sundress weather in march. for now i like this lazy sense of living even while all that needs to be done is lined up in front of me like a group of children waiting to be picked for the team. pick me! pick me! ooh ooh, pick me! picking is the hardest part, because always, someone is last...

new camera inside, outside and almost upside down...

i really didn't think i would be that enamored with the darn thing but i am, oh yes i am!