Cinna to the Rescue

Meet the newest member of our family… Cinna/Cinnamon.

Over the last few weeks Dani’s had a hard time at school because a classmate has been bullying her. I’ll do a separate post on that later because I have a lot of information to share… but for now, I let Dani get a rabbit so that she would always have a friend.

So… now she has a rabbit friend.

And she’s very attentive to him.

She fed and watered him all by herself tonight and she assisted me in cleaning his litter pan.

She also hand fed him a nice big leaf of Romain lettuce as a snack after which was completely adorable.

Hopefully, that attentiveness lasts… 🙂

Love Doesn’t Have to Work Like That

I’m not sure exactly where human beings started putting restraints on romantic love… well, I guess they always have… even in parental love, the “bad ones” sometimes have conditions for their love…

So, why can’t we, the “good lovers” just think about romantic love the same way we do parental love?

As in, our love for our child/children only grows with the addition of another child… there are no limits to how many of our own children we can love… so why put this limit on other types of love?

Well, really we don’t… we only put those restrictions on one type… romantic love.

How many best friends do you have? If you are like me, you have a few people in your life who keep you grounded… and they are all your “best” friends…

So why is romantic love the only love we put this “I can only love one person this way at any given time” kind of restriction on?

Because it’s not true… we can love more than one person romantically.

I will always love Dennis. No one can or will ever replace that.

But my love for Dennis doesn’t nullify the love I still feel for several of my ex-romantic partners… nor does it deter the love I feel for one or two of my current romantic partners…

Now THAT’s the way love works.

The limits of how many other persons one person can love is infinite… times infinity…


A Day in Haven

Vince Teagues: At least I’m not the one who printed the worst dangling participle in the history of our newspaper!

Dave Teagues: Of what is it you are speaking?

Vince Teagues: “The boy collided with a telephone pole running down the street.”

Dave Teagues: No one’s gonna think a telephone pole was running down the street!

Vince Teagues: In Haven, they might!

[Dave scoffs]