Dear Readers,
Yes, we have posted this photo before. But it reflects my current mood, what with so many rapid changes in our lives: we miss PandaPig and Bear, love Raj and Taj Mahal more and more every minute, are packing to move from our home on the wildlife
sanctuary and adjacent nature preserve into a bright, sunny, hip, accessible, urban apartment, and mom is still totally in denial about needing a wheelchair, so she's shopping for a hot $6,ooo Paralympics Racing Cycle!
We don't have an extra $6, but Denial is ok in the beginning, so we'll go along with it for a short while longer.
The wheelchair was free, courtesy
of the Lion's Club of Bellingham, for as long as mom needs it. She thinks we will all thrive once the move is over and we begin
our new life, knowing what it will be like without all the question marks. So, lots of busy packing and paperwork for mom
this week, and lots of playing with Raj and Taj Mahal through the bars of our cages because we're getting to be real good friends
and they are youthful, full of energy, joy, and chase each other like short-track Olympic speedskaters around their Pigloo,
running so fast after one another, popping into and through the Pigloo, racing around it, playing hide and seek as fast as
their little piggie feet will run them around and around, spraying litter, hay, food, and all sorts of piggie detritus out the cage
and onto the carpet! They are half my age but twice my size! They chat and talk and wheek and love mom but play this trick
on her, any fool can see they're "playin' her" except for mom: She gives us bite-sized pieces of celery so we don't choke on the
long, stringy parts, they take a bite and then pretend to drop it. So, mom gives them another piece, sympathetically asking was the first one too small, too big, exactly what would make it perfect? What do they do? Drop it again! Amazed, they give her the
"Mom, what's happening? We don't understand..." look and, of course, she hands another piece of celery to those greedy little
mouths of theirs, the drop game continues, and before long they have a "stash" of celery pieces accumulated on their cage floor
each with only one tiny bite taken out of it. Which, once breakfast - and, now, dinner - is over, they greedily consume with glee and high-five each other when mom leaves the scene of their sneaky food crime! Bad, bad, Mahals. Guess that's why we get along so well. They take after me!
G'night, readers. A storm is brewing and wind and mountain snow but mom will pack on, the sun returns for our weekend move, and she does not have $6,0000 dollars so we plan to ask her lots of questions about her "new racing bike" to take her
mind off the old wheelchair that works just fine from the Lion's Club. She got her first wheelchair catalog today with an old
lady on the cover playing with her young grandson joyfully from a brand, new wheelchair and she got so nauseated by the thought of it, she...
Never mind. We are blessed. This, too shall pass.
Yum-Yum and Mahals OUT!
