Month: July 2025

I think we have hit double digit downloads for both books so far this year, which is awesome. Now, I have no idea if people like them, or hate them, or if they even bother to read them all the way through, but thanks for taking a chance on me, and trying it out anyway. Makes me happy to know these stories didn’t just disappear into the ether. Maybe somebody other than me also enjoyed them. That’s cool to know.

Yeah, so it’s raining real hard right now, which means we are all going to be trapped indoors until it lets up, or stops completely. A bit late for the rain, we could have done with this days ago. Much of it is going to run off the hard baked earth, and not soak in to do any good. The grass around here is pretty cooked all ready. More tinder than grass at this point. We need a long steady, but slow drizzle. Something that can soften up the earth, and then penetrate the hard packed upper most surface. These cloud bursts only work for flash flooding, and over powering drainage ditches, and filling underpasses. Not cool.

I think it’s Thursday today, if I’m not mistaken. Tomorrow is the fourth of July. For some today is the last day they will wake up with all of their fingers. Fire work mishaps happen every single year. Lost digits, busted hands, fires etc… it’s a real problem. Sounds like an out of control party to me. No thanks.

I have some work to attend to after I eat breakfast, so I’ll keep this short. Have a good day. To the US citizens reading this, have a good long weekend full of cheer! May you keep all of your digits, and express yourselves as you see fit. Ciao Bella!

Butter Scotch was laid to rest along the same tree line as Rocky, Alfie, and several other farm pets. It was a brief affair during the heat of the day, followed by a smattering of rain. The entire extended family came, children and all to pay our respects to the what I know know, was a three year old bunny. Born just a week after my nephew Zack. Butter Scotch was a grey Rex rabbit with extremely soft fur, much like that of a chinchilla. She was grunt, thump the floor, jump about all nimbly-bimbly and spent more than a few minutes licking my ankles, and my wrists. Besides the scars she gave me that first day or two, she was usually fairly pleasant — to me. My kids liked her a great deal. She did eat a rather large hole out of the back of the inlaws leather couch, ruin the living room trim, and destroy more cushions than I can recall. Indoor, outdoor, couch, decorative, you name it, she munched on them all. Dangling cords got got as well. By all measure she was a menace. A fluffy, soft, grey, cuddle puddle menace.

It’s rather sad to walk through the house and see her litter box, carrier, and hutch empty. Bags of bunny treats left unopened. Her Christmas chews still in their cardboard packaging. The smell of the rabbit is starting to recede as well. Soon the floors, towels, trays, and cages will get a last wash for storage and all her summer time shed fur will get vacuumed up, leaving only the physical damage she caused behind in her wake. She was a bright light, burned hard & fast. Rest easy little bunny.

I used to call her Scutter Botch. She was a three year old Rex rabbit. She died after a brief battle with an abscess, and the after affects of the anesthesia used to calm her for its removal. Did not suffer long. Made it through surgery, and the travel home, and quickly succumbed in her own home peacefully.  May 3rd, 2022 – July 1st, 2025.

Day one of having the new rabbit and she put two very deep, very parallel gouges in my wrist of my right arm. They are still both very visible to the naked eye. The rabbit however is now destined to be six feet under.bshe developed an abscess, then an infection, and then passed while under the effects of a heavy pain killer. She was a well pampered rabbit. Much loved by those in the extended family, and both of my children in particular. I’m sure my BIL is not feeling so hot today since Butter Scotch was his darling girl. I do hate it when pets pass. Both the big & the small. It still hurts no matter their size. I want to say she had four years with us, but that may be overstated. I’m not certain.