Why do they always have to yell across the house?
Oh, Lord, doesn’t he know that I’m not going to come running?
Oh, shit, I better go see what he wants.
Moose: I wuv you.
Sissy was making butterscotch oatmeal cookies. She’d creamed the butter and sugar.
Moose: Is it done yet?
Sissy: No, darling, we’ve got to add the eggs and the oatmeal and the flour.
So Moose went outside and returned with a big hibiscus bloom, so that Sissy could add the flour.
A sight to behold
So somehow the door to the bunny hutch was left ajar. Flip, the escape artist probably picked the lock. Whatever the case, the little lagomorph was MIA. And he remained MIA all day long. I called Papa several times and every time he said the same thing, “Nope. Still not back.”
By noon I had put out an all-points email. I got a lot of sympathy, but no sitings.
At home, Jax and I were both depressed. I started slugging wine and Jax perched himself on top of the swingset slide so that he could look around the neighborhood. Papa came out to console me.
And then what to my wondering eyes should appear? First, it was Moose leading two people down the drive to the back patio where we were, and he was NAKED. (Fifteen minutes earlier that kid had been fully clad!) Moose was followed by our neighbor Gladys with her dog Folly. Gladys and Folly live alone in a big house on a street perpendicular to us, and because all that she has for company is Folly, Gladys has a yard art habit that is unchecked.
Behind Gladys and Folly was a man I’d never met. He was fiftyish and had shocking red hair out of a bottle. He was wearing cobalt blue Elton John glasses and he wore skinny jeans and a chambray shirt with a turquoise cross around his neck. On his feet were Italian loafers . . . and in his hand was Flip.
No, I have not fallen off the face of the earth. Life is busy. There’s soccer, school, field trips, WORK, and spur-of-the-moment shopping trips, like for a new hairbrush after I caught Moose brushing Hyacinth with mine. There’s also laundry and TV with Papa, and then, of course, I did a stupid thing and enrolled in a course on horticulture, which I’m really enjoying, but which I really don’t have time for.