Friday, June 20th....what a dismal and awful day! Actually, when I think about it, the entire month of June has been extraordinary in its awfulness. Don't misunderstand, my family and I are fine. It's everything around us. Like yesterday at the radio show. On the air for five minutes and all of a sudden I can't get the microphone to turn on! Listeners heard a Jazz Quartet for twenty minutes while I tried to fix whatever the problem was. Being technically challenged, this was a nightmare.
Finally got the microphone to work. Just then Ilan walks in, trips, and spills coffee all over the c/ds I had lined up, my notes, AND posters for the 6th Concert/Brunch that is happening at Mazal Tov Restauraunt on June 28th. All of them ruined!
For a while that seemed to be all that was going wrong. Then, in the middle of an interview with Professor Gil Troy, specialist in American Politics, after I had just finished asking him just how bad Obama has been so far, everything went black. With a bang. It's very, very dark in CJAM when the lights go out. Very dark. And scary.
It seems there was a fire at Vanier Hall that blew out the generators.
Never did get back on air for my show.
I thought today would be better. UPS actually called to tell me when they arriving with a package. That was thoughtful.
There were thunderstorms in the morning, but it cleared up enough for me to get my swimming and water exercises completed. That was good.
Had breakfast, let the dogs out, made a cup of tea, then sat at the computer to write the next act of a play I am writing. I suddenly realized that it was very quiet in my backyard and the dogs were no where in sight.
I rushed out in a panic, fearing that one of the gates had been left open. But, no, that wasn't the case. My two lovely, sweet, gentle boys had discovered a bunnie, chased it down and killed it, and were now resting under a tree in the backyard EATING it! Their faces were covered in bunnie fur and blood.
I was hysterical. "I used to be the head of the Bunnie Brigade at a wildlife sanctuary for crying out loud," I screamed at Max, my Shepherd/Collie mix. He slunk away as I continued. "Bunnies are sweet!" I ranted.
Then I saw my vegetable garden...that sweet bunnie had eaten all of the leaves off of my fig tree and squash plants.
"Job well done boys," I said as I gave them each a bath. "Just don't do it again."
Never did get back to writing my play.