A Post!

 At long last, a post. It's a New Year's resolution to post more, not just during the summer, and I guess I'm getting a late start since January is now almost over. Better late than never etc. So here we are. Christmas has come and gone. A magical one (as usual), despite covid-precaution complications for yet another year. At least this year we didn't hesitate to gather; we just rapid-tested first. What a world. 

And now we're in the downswing of the worst month of the year. January is a slog. Cold and dark and all the letdown of the post-holiday weeks, undecorating, righting the house, facing the bare surfaces. 

Our library is finally done--the Long Room--and now just needs furniture (a lot of furniture). Our whole house, actually, needs a lot of furniture. Also curtains. These are not easy things to choose and buy, but we need to focus and get at least a few things soon. 

Nutmeg continues to charm us all. How have I reached this age and only now have a bunny? A bunny seems like something we should have had long ago, in multiples. We're trying to acclimate Farrah to the bun with nightly training sessions, where Farrah sits at the threshold of Greta's room and watches Nutmeg hop around while we give her (Farrah) treats. Last night, Nutmeg boldly and quickly hopped right toward Farrah, and Farrah didn't react or bark at all. There's hope, maybe, of them being friends. There's hope, maybe, of Andrew agreeing to adopting another bun. To be honest, as much as I want another one, I'm daunted by the idea of bonding the buns--which is a whole thing. You can't just get another rabbit and add it to the family. There's a long, tedious process of bonding the buns or else they'll attack/maim/kill each other. Bunnies are very cute but also very very strange creatures. They're both low maintenance and, in this area, ridiculously high maintenance. So we will see. 

Greta is looking forward to her future as a grownup, when she's going to buy a "big or small house" and fill it with rescued rabbits. This is a slight variation of her longtime goal of filling her house with cats. In any case, a house filled with animals is assured.

The girls regularly ask Andrew if we can turn the Long Room into a bunny room and just put a bunch of rabbits in there. He does not find this humorous. 

More bits of daily life to come. I've resolved it and so it shall be.