Adventures at The Bunny Manse

Harris and I held our commitment ceremony at SEEDS on March 22, 2008. It was the anniversary of our first date. In the run up to have the house have walls and running water - we broke a sink pipe as Harris's mom arrived to help - we also took a look at the front yard. It was ugly and barren. We went to home depot and purchased some annuals, two pots, and two peach trees. We flanked the stairs to the porch with these to add beauty as we walked in to what would be our home. Each summer there after I took pictured of our little girl - our anniversary baby-  under the branches of those peach trees.  When we sold Der Krackenhaus and moved to The Bunny Manse, I said a very sad goodbye to the peach trees, thinking of Anne of Green Gables saying goodbye to the white lady under her bedroom window. Thinking of the fruit and love we shared. Thinking of the damn squirrels who stole the fruit running across the porch roof. Those damn squirrels. The very kind and thoughtful peo...

We love our house. Sure, we need to fix more trim inside and have it painted and there are sections of the outside that we havent touched yet, but wow. How do we love that house. It's perfect for us. How amazing is it that we're able to live in a house we love that's perfect for us now and in 10 years and forever. Bunny Manse - we love you and are still excited about the rest of your transformation. Now to figure out what color to paint the trim inside...and get the downstairs furnace working properly...and put in the back doors...

Jazz on the Freedom is not Free blanket by the warm morning.  He spends most of his day here. Jazz was born in the current living room, one day dining room, about 13-14 years ago. When his companion died, Wallace, who lived upstairs from '93-'13, agreed to take care of him for his friend. Wallace is allergic to cats.  Don who lived upstairs off and on over the years loves Jazz (J-Beau), he still comes by and gives him scratches and feeds him special gushy foods. However, if we mentioned that we knew he loved Jazz, he'd probably stop. When we were looking at the house all of the men insisted that Jazz was not their cat. They didn't like cats, he just sort of hung around the place, nothing they could do about it. Except make him special beds around the house right next to heaters, scratch his ears, and make sure he was going to be taken care of by telling us exactly the temperature of food he liked to eat and the merits of different varieties of cat food. Also,...