Monday Bunday: Contemplative

Cadbury just loves to hang out in my computer chair, pondering the mysteries of life. Funny bunny!

Wistful Weekend

This was a week for Gen-X nostalgia.

For starters, I was never a Farrah fan, although I was an enthusiastic follower of Charlie’s Angels in its first two seasons. (Cut me some slack here, I was nine in ’76!) Gender equality was still in doubt in the 70s and was a frequent topic of debate. Charlie’s Angels, for all its jiggly camp, showed glamorous, uber-hetero women who could look fantastic and still solve the crime and bring down the bad guy. They did it without smudging their makeup or tripping in their spike-heeled Candie’s. Is it any wonder I grew up with never a doubt that I could do calculus, run marathons, and still be totally fem?

Thank you, Farrah.

As for Michael Jackson, I watched the Jackson 5 on TV as a kid and heard their songs on the radio. I never owned any of Michael’s albums, but most of my friends had Off the Wall and Thriller, and Michael’s early-80s hits were staples at school dances and friends’ parties. We all tried to moonwalk and we watched his videos to pick up the latest moves.

Then I grew up and MJ grew weird. His '70s and '80s hits continued to bring a smile to my face, but I’d be lying if I said I was a true fan. It was comfort music, the soundtrack of my childhood, and I craved it now and then in the same way I sometimes need a grilled cheese sandwich with a side of tater tots. Comfort music, like comfort food, is something you know isn’t all that good for you, and you wouldn’t want a steady diet of it, but oh, how you need it now and then!

No matter what one believed about the scandals of the ‘90s and ‘00s, it was clear that MJ went off the deep end. And yet, we couldn’t mourn that talented, charismatic kid we grew up with because there was a freakish caricature walking about still claiming to be him. The Michael of our memories never re-emerged. Now we can finally say good-bye to that other Michael, the one whose soundtrack ran in the background of our childhood, and who will always be inextricably intertwined with our memories of the ‘70s and ‘80s.

So here I am this weekend, waxing nostalgic, even more aware than usual of the passage of time. I wasn’t a big fan of any of the recently departed, but they were part of Then, and their passing reminds me that I can only live in Now.

I must also accept that Ed McMahon will never show up at my door with a big fat check, since he died this week, too. It does no good to argue with time. And after some time spent pondering and listening to a little Jackson 5, I’m okay with that.

Monday Bunday: Naptime!

It's taken me awhile to get back to my old self after vacation. This past week was the first where I didn't feel completely drained. Vacations can be so exhausting, and coming back to heat, humidity, allergens and pollution doesn't help. This week they're predicting temps in the 100s, which is unusual for this early in the summer. Rest and stay cool--that's all one can do.

Cadbury, of course, is an expert on resting. Staying cool in that fur coat is debatable.

Have a great week, everyone!

Monday Bunday: Belated Announcement

Cadbury has been sitting on some exciting news. First, he held back because being a very legal-minded bun, he wanted to make sure the contract was duly signed by all parties and therefore official. By the time that happened, he was back from blog-hopping and had his many wonderful hosts to thank.

So now, he's ready to share with you the news that his owner's book Maelstrom will has been picked up by a local press, L&L Dreamspell, for publication in 2010. It will be available online and in book stores.

This is an exciting but scary time, as what has always been his author's hobby now becomes her second career. There will be long hours of editing, promoting, and writing new books and short stories for publication. The full-time university job will likely always pay much better than writing, but only hacks and fools write for money.

Cadbury thinks it's ironic that after writing so many serious books, it's his owner's comedy that will end up on a book store shelf. But Cadbury has seen a lot of strange twists and turns in his own life as a spotty bun, so he's used to it. He will now return to practicing with his alphabet blocks so that when the book is released, he'll be able to read it.

Have a great week, everybun!

Monday Bunday: Home!

Dan and I got home from vacation at the end of last week. But when we went to pick up the pets, we found only Pixel waiting. Cadbury, we were told, was on a vacation of his own and would contact us from the airport.

We went home unsure what to make of this development, but a little investigation proved that Cadbury had indeed gone blog-hopping in our absence. While we were away, he visited The Bunns, Tyler and Sydney, Lando, Fiona, and Sophia, Mario, and Fidget. He dropped in on our friends at Furrybutts to wish Hans a happy birthday, and he also visited Andrew Bun, and Freckles.

Wow. And we thought we had a busy itinerary! I hope we didn't leave anyone out!

So we passed a quiet weekend, getting back into our routines, resting, and waiting for the phone to ring. Finally we got the call and went to the airport, where we picked up this little creature, who appeared very put out with us.































What did we do, Cadbury? We arranged a nice spa vacation for you, and when you decided to go visiting instead, we dropped everything to pick you up at the airport. We even had organic kale and parsley waiting for you at home.

Please forgive us, buddy. We're glad to be home.

Many thanks to Cadbury's hosts! I would've commented more frequently, but I was often on slow connections and/or battery power and my internet time was limited. Dan and I got a lot of amusement from your Cadbury posts, and Cadbury wants you all to know that you're the best!