God help me

I guess I am going through one of  "those days" again. Those days we go through, when we are not Post Menopausal. Oh, no! Not all the way!

I'll explain.

The thing is I am in a bad mood. I am agitated and cannot explain why. I feel like shit, I look like poop, and want to hit something.

What a pleasure this is, I tell you.

So, after browsing the net, checking on my friends blogs (and feeling I dare not comment today), I stopped to think. What the heck is wrong with me?

Why am I feeling like this?

It is raining, it has rained for a while. THEREFORE, I should be HAPPY. Dang!! I love rain, always did and always will. Love it.

And I am in this bad mood, nasty disposition, ugly as a drunk passed out in a ditch!

- Take control, Miriam!!! What the heck! Just plain take control of yourself! (That's Miriam talking to herself again.)

- Bah! Go pick a coconut!


The bunnies left their nest last week. It started raining and I was actually wondering what would happen to them. But, I tell you I did not go there to check anymore, after all the recommendations that I did not mess with them.

I did not.

So, later, when the rain stopped and the day dried out again, we let the dogs out to pee. I followed them. And saw Misty Mae (the old brindle one) sniffing at something on the grass, outside the rock garden. So I went there to check.

I found a dead bunny! Headless!! Crap! Barely out of the nest and something had already caught that one. And it was NOT Misty Mae, although she thought it smelled pretty good and was thinking of eating it.

- Yuk, dog!! Get your ass out of there, right now!!!!!!!

I looked all around, could not see any other bunny. The nest was open and wet all over.

The next day, there was a foul smell in the air. Bad! But only when the wind blew from the East. Weird.

Gordon and I walked all around the house, sniffing like two old Bloodhounds, trying to find what was dead  and stinking. It had to be something really large, because the smell was tremendous! A dead bunny would not stench the whole area like that.

I even thought about our neighbours. An old couple that lives past the pasture. They are very to themselves, and do not even try to be friendly. We actually went to their house (with a home made peach pie) to welcome them, when they moved in. And they barely wave at us, as they drive by.

But, as I was saying, I thought about them, as we walked the property.

- Hey, Gordon, do you think the old bastard killed his wife and stuffed her body under their house?
- Or, maybe, both died with the heat inside the house. You think?
- Have you seen them lately?
- Nope!
- And their dog, have you seen him outside?
- Nope!
- I bet the old buzzard killed the woman, and she is now rotting under their house.
- Well... the vultures would be flying around, if this was the case. You think?

We got to the back door again, without finding anything. The smell came and went. The old buzzard was seen out on the store yesterday (where I work), although the old lady has not shown her face yet.

Maybe she was going through  one of  "those days" just like I am today, and the guy could not stand it anymore.

- Well, it does sound like I should get a grip and improve my disposition. I suppose.

Yesterday, I found the largest of the bunnies. It was hopping towards the road. And I did it. I picked it up and took it back to the forest, where we usually see them.

Thank you, Keeper of the Stars.