Yesterday my buddy Jason and I got to talking about blogging and touchy subjects. Anybody who writes about their life online has had periods where public sharing is either inappropriate or risky or uncomfortable. When this happens to me my reaction is almost always a complete inability to write about ANYTHING. And so this blog turns into “Things I’m NOT Going to Say Today.”

We joked about the idea of being able to write about bad stuff in story form. Some kind of veiled make believe tale with hidden meaning. And I laughed and said something along the lines of, “Once upon a time, there was a little bunny!”

And so I bring you:

The Parable of the Little Bunny
Once upon a time, there was a bunny. One day the bunny was out hopping around the fields with her bunny girlfriend who had managed to get her little bunny foot stuck in a bear trap. When the bunny came from the bunny doctor’s office she found out, to her horror, that farmer Dana’s dog Economy had gotten into the bunny warren and absconded with some of the other bunnies. Those missing bunnies were friends and everyone was sad.

Some of the bunny leaders beat their bunny chests and got defensive and exclaimed that it wasn’t their fault! They can’t keep their eye on every single dog in the neighborhood! Others cried and tore out their fur, blaming themselves for not guarding the warren entrance better.

Bunny hopped around her shell-shocked friends, sniffing out the really frightened and trying to make them laugh. She had bunny beers with the angry bunnies and talked candidly about hoarding carrots for the winter and ways to build a better warren.

Eventually all the bunnies settled back into routines but they mostly felt disheartened and anxious, always looking over their shoulders for Economy, the neighbor’s dog, to return. New faces began to appear in the empty bunny holes, the weather got warm and new carrots starting coming up in the neighbor’s field and the bunnies were eager to harvest them well.

But every bunny knows that the dog is always there, hanging around the warren, waiting for a chance to jump in and snatch some of them. That is, after all, exactly what a dog does–protects the neighbor’s carrot fields from over harvesting. Bunnies and Dogs are part of the great balance of things.

The end.

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Ellen’s foot is getting better. The purple bruises are still ugly but the swelling has gone down some. Karin posted pictures if anyone’s curious enough to want to see.

The news about our “right sizing” appeared this morning in Columbus’s Business First magazine. I’m not going to say anything about that on a professional level. On a personal one it was obviously really really hard on everyone. Mostly because we love this place and each other.

I think my biggest realization last week is that I’m probably way too emotionally invested.

But what are you gonna do?

In other, more pedestrian news…

Will assembled my elliptical machine for me last Saturday and I went crazy making fruity martini recipes during a cookout at our place to celebrate Julie’s visit to the states. It was a much needed reprieve from a pretty emotional week and we had a terrific time.

I just got an invitation to my nephew’s 2nd birthday party!! Now. That’s not until July. In case you needed a reminder that parents are crazy.

I went to the dentist this morning. Wheee! And I have a cavity. Boo.

And that’s it. The parable of the bunny and a mini life update. Cheers!