Pongo’s first mama (Debbie) requested some new pictures, so I finally hunkered down and followed Pongo around with the camera!

We adopted Pongo when we lived in Florida, and she is officially Wyatt’s bunny. If you want to see how bonded they are and you want to laugh your behind off, just click here to see the bunny cage incident.

snacking.....

Anyhow, Wyatt is really in love with Pongo, and she in love with him. In fact, he loves her so much, one of his new nicknames is “the bunny liberator”. We have to secure Pongo’s cage now, for Wyatt lets her out, and sometimes it takes us two days to catch her. We love to give her free time, but we prepare that she may be loose for up to three days. Althou, a month ago I had no problem catching her when I found her with our other bunny, who is a boy, and they were well, use your imagination, and I dove, catching both of them at the same. We still don’t know how Wyatt got our other bunny cage unlocked.

sweet but sneaky!

We love her and I know she loves Wyatt, letting him pick her up when he wants. I wish she’d let me do that! Anyway, spoiled bunny, and we can’t thank Debbie, and Pre-K for giving us this wonderful bunny!

I was a serious late-comer to the television program Lost. I had tried many times to watch it, but with a 6 year old and 20 minutes of comercials in the average program, I got VERY confused. I kept saying, “Well, I’m lost.” And my family would crack up at me.

When I was in Chicago, our library had all the seasons available to watch, and I did a Lost marathon while my son was at school. I am now addicted, and with my cable finally working and DVR programmed, I am ready for the final season.

About once a month I pop over the Jorge Garcia’s blog, and I  just laughed my behind off at this video:

photograph courtesy of national geographic

I was driving along this morning and a trickster (coyote) crossed in front of me in the rabbit brush on the other side of the road. Along with the instant thought that it was unusual seeing trickster out in broad daylight, I thought of the safety of others, quickly pulling over and warning the elderly woman walking  her dog to be careful.

I did my business, and drove back the way I came to still find trickster in the rabbit brush. I watched him/her for awhile, looking a bit lost and forlorn,and then went on my way (if I had the number to animal control, I would have reported it, but knew that others inside a building had spotted him/her also and would most likely call).

Every once in awhile I get the urge to write a blog post that best be left in a journal or even better yet in my head. I was thinking about that when I saw trickster. And wondered, is this a sign that I should just keep my mouth shut, or write anyway?

I had recently upacked and old set of medicine cards with the book, and decided to give myself a lesson in trickster, other than what I already knew.

Trickster is certainly a lesson about yourself. And unfortunately the coyote is a master at trickery, and takes it so seriously that he often  fools himself. He goes on, drama after drama, forgetting to learn from his mistakes, and repeats them over and over.

A few lines in the book really jumped out at me: Coyote takes himself so seriously at times that he can not see the obvious, he refines the art of self-sabotage to sheer perfection, no one can blindly do themselves or others in  with more grace and ease than the trickster. And lastly, get ready for more laughs – lots more.

What a conundrum! The coyote is a perfect pie of opposites colliding, but more importantly it asks you to take the time to be really aware, to question why you want or do the things you do, and why do you keep repeating them, expecting different results. Lastly, the coyote certainly has power, but it doesn’t always work to his advantage.

With that being said, I’ve decided to keep my trap shut, to observe instead of comment, and to laugh instead of taking myself so seriously. A good laugh with certainly feel better than unleashing unorganized thoughts, pent up melodramas that could hurt others, and ultimately, myself. Not that what I am thinking or feeling should be discarded or not acknowledged, but after spending a good chunk of time thinking on it, in the end will it really make a difference? And if I foolishly babble, what would I bring back to myself with that energy? Possibly more of what I don’t want.

Okay, for today, the lesson is learned.

Wow, talk about strange!

What a morning…..

And what a lesson that I needed to be reminded!

Thank you Trickster for gracing me with your insight.

the tree is real!

We have this fabulous tree growing, and there is irrigation inside the house, manual # gazillion that I need to read.

living room

I tried to snap a picture that included the height in the living room, and again, I need to read the manuals, because we have a handful of remotes. The top blinds, the ceiling fan, home theater system and flat screen all  have remotes. And the cable guy came yesterday to fix the cable, and of course, there is a remote for that too.

fireplace

We haven’t tried the fireplace yet (it is gas), but I wish we would tonight! We’ve had some weather (mild by northern standards) but a chill has set in tonight.

living room

entrance to one of the master baths

This is the entrance in to one of the master baths. This bathroom has a tub and toilet too, the other master bath, which I haven’t take pictures of also has a long counter with sink, and a spacious stand in shower. We upgraded the shower head, so it’s pretty nice now!  Both have lots of cabinet space.

one of the master bedrooms

This is one of the master bedrooms. The other bedroom is just plain empty (we are hoping to buy another bed shortly, we just have to decide on the brand we want). The first couple nights, Wyatt would not sleep in his room, so his bed is next to ours. As of now, he has spent the past 6 nights in his own room. I think I am having the hardest time adjusting. We always went back and forth about Wyatt having his own room. About two years ago we decided to have a bed for him in our room because of the severity of his illnesses, and his asthma. But now he his doing much better, and wanting his independence!

kitchen

kitchen

About 5 minutes after I took this picture, Wyatt removed the table cloth and I have not seen it since! I haven’t taken any pictures of Wyatt’s room, or the second bathroom. So that’s about it. I have another post in the works about the rest of the house (hint: crafts) and I still need to take pictures of the exterior of the house.

We have so few possessions in the way of furniture, but I’m glad, because we can spend a few years looking for the right pieces (and yeah, I need to win some money at the casino, LOL).