We have a family of bunnies in the back yard. Bayliss has been nosing under the deck since early spring, tail wagging vigorously. Lately the bunnies seem to be in their adolescence, braving the yard to eat clover (shut up) and play.
This morning, though, cracked me up.
I love my dog, but he’s not a candidate for Brilliant Canine of the Year. When I let him out for his morning constitution, he waddled off the deck as usual and turned the corner onto the grass - right next to a bunny. I held my breath to see what would happen.
Nothing did.
Not only were Bayliss and the rabbit uninterested in each other, they were basically unconcerned. They stood barely a foot from each other and seemed not even to notice the other was there. I laughed and walked out onto the deck to watch the non-show.
When Bay was finished, he turned and waddled back onto the deck. The bunny continued to eat. His brother, a bit more wary than he, had turned tail and run about 20 feet away - but even he returned to the center of the area and sat. How strange the way of animals.
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Stephen has been having nightmarish problems with Dizzy People, Inc. His partner has decided to get out, not having made enough money from his original investment (read: having lost money) and now that I’m in the picture (and desperately interested in the business side of Diary-X) it’s not worth his time or effort. I suppose since his investment wasn’t worthwhile he’s decided to cop a massive attitude, and is making life miserable for Stephen on top of everything else. He changed the password on the PayPal account and scheduled the servers for Diary-X to terminate as of Friday night at midnight.
We’ve been frantically searching for a new host for Diary-X and Awdang.com, and now having found one in
Insider Hosting, we have to wait for the dedicated server to be built and put into place, which unfortunately won’t happen until next Monday. Then it’s four nights of work to move the entirety of the servers over, so it appeared Diary-X was going to take a seven-day outage.
This, obviously, was unacceptable. However, Stephen’s business partner was not being very accomodating. At all. I think this was a good lesson in business for Stephen, and reminded me of how so many rock stars get screwed on the business end of things. Not even solid contracts can save you most times. You have to be intimately acquainted with your business partners, and they should have a serious, personally vested interest in the business as well.
Thankfully, his former partner relented a bit, and has worked with Stephen to allow Diary-X to continue status quo until the new (and much, much better) server is in place at Insider Hosting. Plus, the owner of Insider Hosting is about as cool and accomodating as you can get. (I highly recommend their services if you are looking for a new provider.)
It’s been an extremely stressful week.
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Last night I had the strangest, most intense dream about Max. I’d apparently enrolled in college (again), and showed up just in time to attend my first class - an art class. Convinced I’d never be able to pass, our first assignment was to find a spot on the ground (a small spot, perhaps one foot square) and use the chalk assigned to us (my palette was soft pinks) and just
draw. I apologized up and down to my art teacher about how I already
knew my drawing would turn out, but she encouraged me to continue.
The art teacher announced we had a half-hour break for lunch (don’t ask, I don’t write them). I left and realized I hadn’t purchased my books yet. When I went to the beehive-like area to buy books, I realized my wallet had been stolen. I searched high and low and finally found some guy who said he’d taken it “as a joke.” Ha ha.
I took my books back to my apartment at this point. The apartment was like a big reception area with four classroom-like “bedrooms” along one wall. Each of the rooms had a huge wooden door to one side and a long door-high two-foot-wide window next to it. I went to the first one and found my friend Tiffany in it. She’d (not surprisingly) painted it in various shades of purple. I then went to the other end of the hall and found the cool bedroom with the walkout to a deck was taken as well. The next room was taken, so the only room was the one next to Tiff’s. Much to my chagrin, Max was sitting in it editing some videotape. It was empty, except for a sofa, a television, and whatever equipment he was using.
I was pissed.
Tiffany! Tiffany! I called over and over. What, she responded. You will not
believe who is in my room! Max!
At that point, he walked passed Tiff and myself and nearly out the door. He stopped, turned around, looked at me, and walked away.
Frustrated, I hauled my books into my new bedroom. There Max had left me a note. It said something about how everything is in the past, and how he misses the “fun me” (which is highly ironic, because in real life, he never met that person) and how he wanted me to meet him so we could talk and maybe be friends again. And at the bottom, he scrawled, “The hate is GONE!”
Then I realized I had fifteen minutes of my art class left, and scrambled back to finish my pink pastel drawing.
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A final note to the bunny saga: We just returned home from a trip to Borders (to look at pictures of wedding flowers, yea rah) and Stephen thought he saw a rat in the back yard. Or a mouse, actually, since it was so small. It turned out to be a tiny baby bunny. We shooed Bayliss away from sniffing it and found a spade to use to carry it to safety. We pushed it gently under the deck in the general area Bayliss continues to sniff at daily. I’m hoping we got it back at least
near its home. I realize that once humans have messed with a wild baby animal it doesn’t have a chance in hell of being raised by its original family, but these bunnies seem to be made of sterner stuff. I’m thinking it will be just fine. (And if you don’t think so, I don’t want to hear it.)
Happy in my naivete,
michelle