The AH Coffee Shop and Reading Room 09

Speaking of plot bunnies, this one showed-up in our fenced courtyard last night:

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I had just returned from orchestra rehearsal and the little fella surprised me in the dark (no kidding!). I saw it a couple of weeks ago near the compound. I was more startled than he was. Probably somebody's escapee, but another thought is we're close to a public dumpster and somebody may have discarded it. Definitely tame, but not yet tame enough for me to get close enough to pick it up; it'll take a couple of leisurely hops away if I get too close.

Thinking of naming it if it hangs around. "Anthracite" (coal) works for me, "Annie" or "Andy" if I can get close enough to figure that part out.
We had a stray bunny show up in our yard once. A big californian meat rabbit. We caught her by taking a bunny that looks very similar to that guy in your picture out on a leash. And while he was doing the bunny courtship dance I snuck up behind her and scooped her up.
 
We had a stray bunny show up in our yard once. A big californian meat rabbit. We caught her by taking a bunny that looks very similar to that guy in your picture out on a leash. And while he was doing the bunny courtship dance I snuck up behind her and scooped her up.
Did you use it for meat?
 
Did you use it for meat?
We named her and she became my mom's new pet.
Meat?
Rabbit?
Yeah, the breed was originally bred for meat. But they also make pretty good pets.
Tastes like chicken!
Funny thing is, my grandpa used to raise rabbits for meat, only he never told us younger kids, and whenever grandma would roast or stew one everyone would tell us that it was chicken. Because otherwise my aunt would've absolutely refused to eat.

I could tell that something was off with the flavor though, and so because I refused to eat this not a chicken! After the first few times my mom took me to the side and explained what was going on.
 
Well, I was doing some cleaning up in the flower beds and disturbed a hornets nest. I only got stung twice but one was on my lip and it stings quite a bit ...

Yeah. Like when I ran over a yellowjacket nest mowing the backyard 40-some years ago. Little bastards friggin' chased me around the house to the front yard! I leapt over a retaining wall and landed wrong. Two screws in an ankle, and 12 stings under the cast. Needless to say I now show no mercy on discovery of their stupid underground nests. I think I emptied two cans of spray on the last one.
 
Ouch! I reached into a folded up tent in the garden once and shoved my hand into a wasp nest. At least I managed to get the baby inside without them being stung, but my hand was like a volleyball for a few days.


Good fireworks tonight - little cloud meaning we could see at least four public displays plus various people nearby setting them off. Lots of good dried leaves to kick up while walking along, too, though could have done without 4 walks to the chemist and two to the GP in the last three days. (all within a quarter mile, but still).


I don't like the amount of dark, suddenly. Had to go for an MRI which given the NHS, was in a shipping container parked at the arse-end of a deserted parking lot with little signage and lighting. Looked just like a scene from a murder mystery when you shout at the telly "Don't go there alone!" On the plus side, they saw me early and I was on my way home by my appt time of 6pm.
 
Finally after a month and a half of waiting, the edits I had submitted in September for Agent AI were finally applied. The series I built waited forever for approval and now there's an Agent AI series, and a Gods Save the Queen series. Has the great Literotica Log Jam of 2025 been resolved?
 
Finally after a month and a half of waiting, the edits I had submitted in September for Agent AI were finally applied. The series I built waited forever for approval and now there's an Agent AI series, and a Gods Save the Queen series. Has the great Literotica Log Jam of 2025 been resolved?
hush... don't jinx the rest of us.
 
I got some feedback on my winter holiday story from two readers. I need to tweak the setup for my two main characters a bit, FMC (POV) is not sympathetic enough. I need to explain some points where I understood what was happening but they didn't. All fixable though, I think. My SO was one of the readers. They liked the story, probably their favorite of the ones of mine they've read. And I enjoyed hearing the frequent laughs during the reading.

I also managed to get my female relationship novel (hopefully for Pink Orchid) going again. Only 15% of the way into that draft.

I really want to be writing all the time, instead of the grading that is hanging over my head. I am getting just enough feedback going to the students to not be getting complaints. One class to teach this morning, but blow off faculty senate so I can hopefully write all afternoon.
 
My lip is so swollen I can barely eat and drink. However it doesn't hurt so I'll live with it. Actually the sting on my butt is more annoying. I'll try to get some more weeding done today, making sure there's no hornets around first.

I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. There are donuts and cookies on the counter. I had to replace the bottle of Jameson since it's become so popular.

I'll be over in the corner trying to finish my story as I peer around my swollen lip. At least my Muse had stopped rolling on the floor and laughing at my appearance ...
 
It's cloudy this morning with a threat of rain. My lip is still swollen but it's more annoying than painful so if it doesn't get better over the weekend, I'll be seeing the doctor.

I've got a fresh pot of coffee brewing and the teapot is hot. Donuts and danish on the counter along with some bagels that the baker made too many off. There's cream cheese spread in the 'fridge and the toaster is next to the cappuccino machine.

I'll be over in the corner polishing my story. I finally finished it and I'll be submitting it over the weekend. Now to find a plot bunny and use it for a new story ...
 
Slept in today, wife took care of Donnie until I crawled out of bed. I made her late for work; I feel bad about that. But she says, "No biggie, I'm the boss." Yes, but I'm now 5 hours behind on what I was going to do. I need a shot of, I mean, a mug of Irish—coffee, not the booze.
 
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