Baby Bunnies - All Is Well

After posting the blog yesterday about my adventures doing yard work, I wanted to write a quick follow up. I went outside yesterday evening to grab some fresh herbs from our deck garden and happen to look over the railing. What did I see? Four tiny bunnies and momma bunny. I was so excited! I was moved to tears to see the little darlings happy and unharmed. I rushed back inside and grabbed the camera. When I came back out, the babies had dispersed and mom was eating grass near the deck. I grabbed a few quick shots as the little ones hopped around. Now that I know when they are active, I will try to get some better shots in the coming days. I think I also found their den, but I don't dare go sticking my hand into unknown holes in the yard; you never know what is hiding in them! But from the amount of brown fur around the entrance to the hole, odds are good that I found their hiding spot. Their secret is safe with me; the only dangers they are likely to face in my yard are from two house cats that aren't terribly good hunters and don't go outside very often. 


After this past week, I am glad to see Friday, and I am hoping for a quiet weekend. Who knows...maybe I'll even take some "National Geographic" quality photographs of wild bunnies.

Baby Bunny No 1

Baby Bunny No 2

Babies No 3 & 4 (or maybe 1 or 2? I can't tell)

Momma Bunny

And now back to our regularly scheduled program…

As promised, The Evening Mews returns, albeit a few days late. I have to report that I didn’t come up with an exact plan during my break. My general feeling was to write about cats, and nothing but cats (which seems fitting for a blog called Evening Mews). However, after further consideration (and consulting with my own cats), I feel that is too limiting. So I’ve made a decision to keep the blog as it is; a place for me to park my thoughts and my life’s happenings.

Today seems a fitting day to restart the blog since it has been a terribly eventful day so far. I woke up to ants in my bathroom. Not many, just a few here and there. I walked back into the bedroom and spotted an ant on the bed!! I hate ants; they don’t belong in my house. I killed all the ones I could find, still wondering where they were coming from and how many more were lurking. It gave me the heebie-jeebies. I threw on some clothes and proceeded to make breakfast so I could mow the lawn before the heat became unbearable.

Breakfast was uneventful, thankfully. I retrieved the weed-whacker and lawnmower from the garage and set up to mow the lawn so my neighbors wouldn’t call the HOA about my untidy grass. We rent, and the electric mower we use belongs with the house. I don’t get along too well with this mower since it has a habit of shorting out while mowing. The only resolution is to let go of the handle, then pull it again, hoping it will stay running for a few more seconds. It takes about three times as long to mow our tiny lawn thanks to this small glitch.

After cussing the mower repeatedly, I finally finish the front lawn. I proceed into the back yard, which looks like something from a prehistoric jungle movie (thankfully we have a 6 foot wooden fence). I use the weed whacker to tidy up around the porch railings. I move toward the air conditioner when all of a sudden I see SOMEthing move and hear this bloodcurdling squeal. I stop the weed whacker and realize I’ve just hit a poor, hapless baby bunny! OH MY GOD I’VE KILLED IT! Oh, wait, it is running away. I go after it to check it for injuries. It is having NONE of that. (I can imagine things from the poor bunny’s perspective – a giant who just wacked it is now trying to catch it. I’d run for my life too!) It manages to squeeze through the fence boards to safety. I am terribly shaken. I go back and retrieve the weed whacker and see no fur or blood. Whew, dodged a bullet! I finish up and then go back to mowing.

I’m still cussing and fighting with the mower as I move closer to the little shed in the corner of the yard. All of a sudden ANOTHER baby bunny comes flying out from under the mower (which was running, but spinning down thanks to the electrical short). WHAT THE HECK!!??  As I lift the mower to check for fur or blood, ONE MORE baby bunny runs out! *^&%$#!@%!!! I go over to where one of the bunnies is “hiding”. He is still alive. I go back to the mower and run my fingers along the blades; no fur and no blood. Dodged two more bullets. I bang on the shed to make sure no one else is going to run under the mower. Still shaken, I finally get done with mowing and weed whacking. I check outside the fence and don’t find the original bunny anywhere; I'm hopeful he is doing fine.

I manage to get the lawn equipment put away and go inside without further incident. I shower up and collapse on the bed, thankful I didn’t cause the death of innocent baby bunnies. If my cats or a hawk happen to eat them, I wouldn’t be bothered since that is nature at work. But the thought of running them over with a lawnmower or chopping them with a weed eater is too horrific to contemplate. I went out a little while ago and I see no bunnies, so I am hopeful all the little dears got to safety and are resting from their terrifying morning.  One thing is certain: I’ll be a lot more careful before I mow the back yard from now on!

We’ll be right back, after these (non)commercial messages...

The Evening Mews is less than a month old, but it will be taking a hiatus. I’ll be visiting family for a few days (with no access to the Interwebs), and taking time to arrange my wandering thoughts. Hopefully what will emerge will be an entertaining and informative blog that will have folks coming back for more.

The Evening Mews will return on Monday, June 25^th.  Until then, don’t lose heart just because the economy is still sluggish, wildfires are raging out west while the southeast floods from summer storms. And don’t think about the fact that jobs are still hard to find and your house has lost half its value over the past ten years. None of us can change the economy on our own, but we can look forward and prepare for what is ahead. Life goes in cycles so keep your chin up and love those close to you. Hug your spouse or mom or dad or cat or dog or horse or guinea pig. Listen to your favorite song or watch a funny movie. Eat ice cream or have a glass of wine. In the end, the sun will still rise in the east and the birds will still sing their beautiful song.

Miss Ixie sez "If all else fails, take a cat nap."

Being an Introvert

Many years ago I worked for a company that hired an outside consultant to help solve some personality conflicts between the employees. One of the crucial steps in this process was to identify everyone’s personality type using the Myers-Briggs testing. If you’ve ever had this done, you know exactly what I’m talking about. (Are you an ISFP? Maybe an ENFJ?) Eight years later, working for a different employer, I took the test again. I came up with the same results (I guess that’s good; I haven’t had a radical personality shift in the last 10 years). Without revealing my full type, I will say that I am a solid “I”. This means I land well into the Introvert zone. Does this mean I’m a mountain hermit with no social skills and I’m unable to deal with people? No. I like people and I get along well with a variety of folks.

So what does being an introvert mean? It has everything to do with how you get your energy from other people and how you process (and relay) information. Introverts are drained being around people. Extroverts, by comparison, get their energy from other people. I can certainly attest to this part of being an introvert. Even talking on the phone or sending emails drains me. When I’m in a group of people, say at a party, I usually focus on just a few people. Being in large crowds (at a show or at a parade for example) usually causes me to feel uncomfortable and I get tired quickly. By comparison, an extrovert will feel energized and excited after interacting with people.

As far as information processing goes, I do my best when I can concentrate on my work without constant interaction with other people. When I attend meetings, I generally listen and speak only when it is necessary. I process ideas in my head before ever opening my mouth. Extroverts will talk through an idea, sometimes to the point of repeating themselves. Get an introvert and an extrovert in the same meeting and you get a situation where the introvert wonders if the extrovert will ever be quiet and the extrovert wonders if the introvert has quit participating in the discussion. Without knowledge of personality types, this can lead to contention between people and slows progress on any project.

I saw this introvert/extrovert interaction at a few different places I worked, but one situation stands out in my mind. When I worked for a small material storage company in Atlanta, the owner was an extrovert. The CPA was an introvert. During meetings, they never seemed to agree. The owner would talk and talk and talk, but the CPA would say nothing (his body language, however, was very closed). He would start to say something but the meeting was already over; the owner’s attention was focused on the next project. After each meeting, they would end up confronting one another in their offices. She felt like he never listened to her and he felt slighted when his comments were ignored. Once the consultant came in and helped them realize their personality types, things were a bit smoother. After they learned how each personality type processed information, the owner was able to listen more and talk less, and the CPA was able to speak up more effectively so his ideas were heard and acknowledged.

This type of situation plays out in companies large and small. Being aware of your personality type is a big help when it comes to understanding how you process and interact with people, and how others do the same. If you haven’t heard of the Myers-Briggs test, read the book “Do What You Are” by Paul D. Tieger and Barbara Barron-Tieger (get the latest edition; I read the 2001 edition and loved it, and the newer edition has great reviews). This will explain the different personality types and give the reader an idea for which jobs are best aligned with that type. It may also come in handy next time your boss is talking circles around you and you need to get your point across. 

Today’s Blog Is Cancelled Due To Vacationitis

I’m not only late posting today’s blog, but it has taken me all morning just to figure out what to write. I’m afraid I’ve come down with a case of vacationitis. It is all I can do just to get words onto “paper”.

Vacationitis is an affliction that tends to manifest itself right after you get back from a nice long vacation, and you realize you need to get back to “normal” life. When I still lived in Seattle, I would come down with severe vacationitis after coming back from visiting my family down South. I was only able to visit every other year, so when I did go, it was very hard to get back in the groove of things (I was in a funk for many days). It made me realize how much I missed “home” and my family.

More recently I came home from a weeklong trip to the Outer Banks in North Carolina. I love the beach and the ocean, so this was a lot of fun for me. As a kid, my family often visited the beaches in Florida, but this was my first time visiting the Outer Banks. We stayed right on the beachfront, so I could walk in the sand and water anytime. It was soothing to hear the waves at night and see the sun rise in the morning. It was VERY hard to re-adjust to normal life after such a restful trip.

One of my favorite places to go when I was little was my Grandmother’s house in rural Alabama. She lives on five acres of stunningly beautiful land with a wide creek flowing by. Her house is equally beautiful and very peaceful. You can walk around the woods, or go canoeing, or just sit and listen to the symphony of wildlife. As a child, I used to cry going home because I loved being there so much.

Vacationitis can strike without warning and last for several days after returning from a trip. There is no known cure, but the best way to cope is slowly return to your normal routine, and start planning the next vacation. Indulging in a nice warm bath or a bowl of ice cream are also helpful ways to cope. For me, I’ll indulge in a Snickers Ice Cream Bar and get back to my writing so tomorrow’s blog will be on time.

Sunrise over Kill Devil Hills, NC

Simple Meal Idea for Saturday – Tarragon and Basil Tuna Salad

Today’s simple meal gives the tuna sandwich a light and fresh makeover. 

Preparation time:  about 15-20 minutes total.

Calories: 540-590 (per sandwich, depending on type of bread and amount of mayo used).

Here is what you will need:

• Two slices of bread
• Your favorite tuna (one 5oz pouch or a 5oz can will make 2 servings, a 2.5oz pouch will make 1 serving)
• Mayonnaise (2-3 Tablespoons to start)
• Pinch of salt
• Pepper (to taste, I start with 1/8 teaspoon)
• Chopped onion (about 1-2 tablespoons)
• Fresh tarragon (about 4-6 leaves)
• Fresh basil (1-2 small sized leaves)
• Parsley (2-3 leaves)
• Fresh lettuce (optional)
• Sliced tomato (optional)

Mince the basil, tarragon, and parsley until it is very fine. Add to the tuna and mix well. Add the mayo. Sprinkle the pinch of salt over the mixture. Add the pepper and onion. Mix everything together until it forms a smooth mixture. Add additional mayo if needed. Spread the mixture on the bread and top with lettuce and tomato.

For a heartier sandwich, use a bagel instead of bread.

This little meal goes great with a cold glass of iced tea or your favorite fizzy beverage. Enjoy your Saturday!

A Blog About Nothing

Today’s blog is all about nothing. I was sitting around one day wondering if I could write about nothing. It is easy to write about something. You can describe the color or texture or smell of something. But what about nothing? What does nothing smell like? Does it have a shape? I would guess not. It can’t have any shape, smell, texture, sound, or feel if it is nothing.

What exactly is nothing? How do you think about nothing? If you stare at a blank wall is that staring at nothing? I would say no, since what you are staring at has a color, texture, and is a solid object. I tried closing my eyes to focus on nothing. Then I lost my hold on nothing. Thoughts of something crept in again. Darn, this is harder than I imagined!

I tried to figure out how to describe nothing. It’s when you have something, but then it is gone, like when you run out of napkins. But you didn’t really run out; you just used them all up and now they are in the garbage or at the garbage dump. There was that time I stayed at a lodge way out in the country that didn’t have electricity. At night I opened my eyes and I literally saw nothing. Well, nothing but blackness. Does that mean I did see something? Is empty blackness something or is that a visual synonym for nothing?

Maybe I can use the empty glass example. If the glass is empty of all contents and is clean, does it contain nothing? Well, technically it contains air. So would the air around us be a good physical synonym for nothing?

Perhaps I can use sound examples. If you could ensconce yourself in a soundproof room, would you hear nothing? Sadly I would always hear something because I have tinnitus. I can never really hear nothing; that ringing is always there.

My husband tells me there is nothing between our cat’s ears. I’m sure he’s kidding because Neo should have a skull and a brain between his ears. Some days I do wonder though...that cat can be pretty clueless.

The vastness of space even has something in it. Actually there are lots of somethings in outer space.  A black hole might contain nothing, but I don’t know. I think it contains all the things it eats. But what happens to them? If they were converted to some sort of energy then they wouldn’t be nothing...they would be energy. Einstein said matter cannot be destroyed; it is converted to energy instead. I’m guessing that means there should always be a balance of something (matter) and energy. So can nothing exist?

I set out to write a blog all about nothing and it appears I’ve written about something as it relates to nothing. I guess the study of nothing will have to continue until I can figure out how to describe it.