a thumpin' good time

today i went up to the 4th floor around sunset - a dangerous undertaking for a small bun. i dodged a lot of student feet (the student body is kind of like a giant paramecium - think lots of cilia) and dove into the elevator (going up!) just as the doors were closing. the 4th floor was mostly deserted, as students were leaving the building for dinner (and/or calling to have pizzas delivered to the library). i hopped up into one of the leather chairs in front of the south facing windows and looked out over the engineering campus. there it is, i thought. the whole world in front of me. or anyway, this little piece of it. i crossed my forepaws and set my chin down on top of them, stretched my thumpers out behind me and sighed deeply. some western light crept across the floor and crowned my ears, warming them. i fell into a light snooze.

moments later...

an ebullient pyong crashed into my side, knocked me from my perch and nearly onto my face on the wooden floor below. thud. skiiiid. ugh. she shook her ears at me and dashed off. and that is what it is to be a frisky pyong pyong.

posted by: barkalot at 22:19 | link | comments (3) |

 we've been taking a lot of time to settle into our new
digs. yeah, i know, how much time can it take for a
couple of bunnies to move in and make themselves at
home? it's a legitimate question. i mean, it's not
as though we've got a lot of belongings to unpack, and
we're not really furnishing our new home in any way -
so, no couch from walter e. smithe, and the matching
nightstands from ethan allen? nuh-uh. personally, i
feel really lost. it's like i've lost my connection
to everything i know, and i don't know quite how to
reconnect and where. we've been homeless for over a
year now, and it's beginning to wear me down. i think
pyong pyong kind of thrives on chaos, but, i'm more of
a homebunny, so it's harder for me to make all of
these transitions. i've lost my sense of home and my
sense of self. who am i? where am i? what am i
doing? you'd think that maybe i'd find some kind of
clues if i revisted my past self - who was i then?
but you know how our cells die and new ones are born -
cellularly speaking, i'm probably completely new.

i start talking about this sense of loss and pyong
rolls her eyes and tells me to meditate. then she
disappears into the stacks to chew on some new ideas
(she also likes the taste of Polymer Composites, one
of the journals the library carries). so we have one
of us stuck in neutral, and one of us off exploring
the future - of humankind. and i wonder which of us
is dealing with our problems most effectively.

it's a weird time of life. or maybe, all times are
weird.

posted by: barkalot at 09:26 | link | comments (1) |

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