DO YOU TAKE TIME OUT JUST TO DREAM?

 

Today is the first in so many days that
no caregivers are coming so mom gets to go out 
and she will go to Trader Joe's to 
find an orchid for under $10.


And dream about spring while
continuing to clean the apartment
(re: throwing out plates and bowls
that are too dirty to clean, until
we are down to two, but she cleans
OURS because they are all hand
washed in the bathroom sink.)
And even though the sun comes
out then it snows, we won't care
because we have an orchid
and an unopened package from
Fairy to open with our orchid,
toasted English muffins, and orange

marmalade, home-made by Fairy's mum!
This is a screenshot of Dinky from
one of the owl-cams last summer.
We are dreaming in our sleepsacks...
sending love to Meeri-boy in Bavaria.
DO YOU DREAM?  OF WHAT?
WILL YOU SHARE YOUR DREAMS?
NOW THAT MOM IS HAVING
DREAMS AGAIN WE THINK SHE
MAY FINALLY BE STARTING 
TO THAW FROM THE STARTLING 
SHOCKS THAT BEGAN January 1, 2012.


HENCE, THE ORCHID: NEW BEGINNINGS.
L'CHAIM!
TO LIFE!
LOVE.
Bhindi

MEERI-BOY, INGRID, & HELMUT

Today, Ingrid and Helmut's beloved (and ours and Fairy's) 
precious Meeri-Boy is fading.
Ingrid finds her own heart where ours has been living,
where Fairy and her own mum and dad's has been living,
so we all know that Place and have become so close
that when one heart breaks it is like a domino
effect causing us all to feel the acute loss
and agony of that grief...so far as we know
at this moment, little Meeri-Boy is still
holding on. He is eight years old!
Well, with a harem of seven...
he had just recently lost one, too...
PLEASE FIND A MOMENT
TO SEND MEERI-BOY LOVE.
And console the aching hearts
of Ingrid and Helmut who
face the inevitable decision if
Meeri-Boy does not make it
for himself. We have all
walked that path, those of
us who have had the pleasure to
love have also had to dig deep
to find the courage to let go,
nobody warns us! We love,
we are so HAPPY and know
it to be NEVER-ENDING,
HOW COULD IT?
And it isn't, really...
It just changes shape, goes
into us and rests within,
surrounded by a garden
of delicate flowers called LOVE,
watered by our own salty tears.


We chose to allow our feelings
instead of repressing them.
And so we also allow our
sympathetic hearts to
travel to Bavaria and
make a cup of tea,
hug, hold Ingrid's hand,
and just be with them,
just be with them all.
And share our hankies.


For there is a Time for
Every Season Under Heaven.
~

PHYSICAL THERAPY

{Short-Track Champion Alison Baver}
A Champion IN HER OWN RIGHT!
...so what if she was also his girlfriend for awhile...
Today mom's physical therapist came. Some new problems
have developed. He doesn't know why and neither does mom.
So she pulled out her short-track speedskating calendar 
and looked into his eyes, pointed to the pictures and said:
"I used to do this, THIS! I want to do this again, let
me do this again because it was the hardest balancing
I ever did so let's DO IT!"
She loves her physical therapist.
He thumbed through the calender
(that Edwin had littered with stickers all over Every
Single Photograph, his name and address label,
like a dog pees on every single fire-hydrant) so
mom might have called him a name but she
conveniently "doesn't remember"
except the only thing she loved as much
as being in the mountains was the feeling
you get IN THE ZONE...because
now she walks like Frankenstein!
But has a goal...waiting.
And a calendar
As if she doesn't know Edwin's address
after they moved in together in 1992~?!

FAIRY'S MEECIES SEARCH FOR THE TRUE MEANING OF FAIRYLAND WHILE WE STEAL THEIR BLOGPOST!

NOW from the get-go let us admit that all of the
photographs here have been pirated, one might say, although there is some news yet unannounced that also makes it "pirated" from within the extended
family, so to speak, let it never be said that American Pirate Pigs don't give photo and story credit to those from whom we steal, pilfer and rob!
That said, YOU MUST, ABSOLUTELY MUST,

VISIT fairymagic.me blog (PRESS LINK ON "MY BLOG LIST" TO RIGHT>>>) for the BEST in guinea pigginess! She is our own true love and with her family offers up servings of guinea piggyness we never could! She is also deaf and blind, keep in mind, yet lives a world filled with more inner love and beauty, any of us may be blessed to experience in an entire lifetime and we would be committing a far worse crime to keep our precious Fairy all to ourselves, ergo, we swiped her! And aren't you glad?

Fairy lives with Marigold but this isn't her...you have to go to her own blog to find out why all the mousies are creating their own ladder...under the loving supervision of Fairy (bottom right, conferring with the mousies in the light green cart) and why one
mousie is trying to listen by being held into BIG PIGGIE'S EAR!

HOW could any well-meaning Bhindi not include
swipage of this part of their adventure to find the
true meaning of Fairyland amongst their very own 
British fine china cups and tea-pots magically filled with
mousies searching everywhere... WILL THEY
FIND THEIR HEART'S DESIRE?
fairymagic.me
has the answers so go there, friends,
tell them a stranger sent you,
mention us to NO ONE as mum keeps
training and re-training us on the rules of etiquette in
good journalism (she wouldn't have had to fill
her aching head full of such whimsy had she
avoided the University of Iowa School of Journalism 
altogether) and her best friend's husband, all out in Iowa, 
just lost his job at their little Iowa town's newspaper so 
old- style is OUT OF STYLE
AND PIRACY ON THE HIGH SEAS
IS THE HIGHEST FORM OF FLATTERY,
FAIRY, DON'T YOU AGREE? 


fairymagic.me


is what's happening.
and much, much more...
(but it's personal and I'm still shy...)


We love you all and are still sending all our love
to Auntie Ingrid and Uncle Helmut and dear meeri-boy...
we hope to get an orchid for him, 
a fragrant, white orchid for our weakening meeri-boy...


Love,
BhindiBoy

WHO'S GROWING UP?

Mom can't remember whether or not she's posted
this splendiferous portrait of me as a young boy,
for you can see that while I sport my bright orange
carrot, my sleek profile is definitely rounding out,
as it were. 'Twas once a time when the "rounding
out of me" scared the pig-poo outta mom, until
she began to notice that my fish was growin' some
wee chips in the basket, so she's taken a deep breath
since Bhindi's been on me like a humpy-back camel!
We sure have fun teasing mom...good night, sleep tight,
 it might snow tomorrow:  PANCAKES! SQUEEE!
LOVE YOU,
vinny-guinea 

MELLOW MONDAY

HEY, YumYum, we used to be best friends, how's about playing
with me after you're done with your breakfast? No? No way?

Well, no worries, I'll just scootch on into my bright orange owl
sleeping tunnel and wait for the lil'scooter because you're headed
into your own tunnel for your post-breakfast snooze-fest and ain't
no way ya gonna get it with Vinny racing through there so Mom?
MoM? Could just just give VinnyGuinea a quick-lift over here?
O.K. you finish your coffee. I'll wait. Then: SHOW-TIME!
Not a one a'ya's can ever say we don't have FUN 'ROUND HEAH!
love, Bhindi

BREAKFAST AT BHINDI'S!

^^^PRESS COLLAGE FOR CLOSE-UP^^^


YumYum here, remember me? Well, in the
old days, we all had a BIG BREAKFAST
then took our morning naps. 
Badda-Bing, Badda-Boom!
But now these Un-Neutered guys, see,
whadda they wanna do? PLAY!
Do I look like I'm gettin' any younger?
So now that Bhindi's got this fancy new,
decked out for action play pen,
lil'VinnyGuinea eats and sleeps with
me, his "guy" and I AM...
but then I wanna sleep, not play
"chase the scooter-pig"
so then he goes in with Bhindi 
and THEY play chase ALL OVER
Bhindi's ManCave until they
wear each other out, lil'Vinny stands
on his hind legs asking mom to put
him back in here with me and by
that time he's done wore hisself
out, so he snuggles up next to me,
and he don't be jumpin over me
over and over me, he just climbs in
next to his YumYum and we take
our naps and Bhindi takes his
because he's ready for his
meditation in his
Fortress of Solitude and
BADDA-BING, BADDA-BOOM,
whaddya got?
Ya got three happy boys and one
happy mom...
With way cool stuff thanks to some
way cool peeps who loves us very much!
Off to sweet dreamland.
Snuggles for the first time for me
in many years...and I likes it, I does!
And we loves all you, we does!
love,
YumYum, Czar Infinite of Cavydom

SEEN MOM DO THIS, GONNA DO IT BETTER!

WHILE everybody is hip-hoppin' to da ZUMBA,
lil'VinnyGuinea is watching mom and the
physical therapist with yoga and looking at
all the magazines and pictures of people trying
so hard to become guinea pigs!
HOW FUNNY!


"MOM, LOOK AT ME LOOKIN' LIKE YOU!"
"SWEETHEART, YOU HAVE EPIC ALTITUDE!"
"I LOVE YOU MOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMM...."
"i love you too, sweetie: you GO, little-Vinny-yogi-piglet!"

MAY I TELL YOU MY STORY?

THANK YOU in advance for
what you are about to read.
It is a story we can
all relate to.
One of loneliness and how
we think that getting "things" will fix that
and when it doesn't, how we think that
getting "others" will fix that and when
it doesn't how we eventually go full
circle and, returning Within, to our
Fortress of Solitude, realize that
only WITHIN can we find what
we are seeking to salve the pain
of the loneliness we each feel inside.
My "Fortress of Solitude" looks like
a bright red castle! But actually,
in reality, it is the place inside where
I meditate that is quiet and contains
more colors than a rainbow, more
melodies than a symphony, more
light than exploding stars,
yet all wrapped in SILENCE
AND LOVE INFINITE.
It goes a little something
like this...(not really,
but it's all I got. You know,
Mom's headache, blah, blah...)
~

BHINDI'S NEW MAN-CAVE

MY name is Bhindi. I don't like being alone. Mom's friend bought
me a BIG CAGE all my own & full of goodies with more to come PLUS RUNABOUTS AND MY CAGE DOOR OPENS LIKE A RAMP SO I CAN RUN IN AND OUT (MOSTLY OUT, O.K. ALWAYS GONNA BE OUT!) AND HAVE FUN, FUN, FUN: Thank you, CS!

Since mom was home all day, we put it together last night!

How cool is THIS? Even YumYum doesn't have a ramp!
Or a castle with two doors to run through right OFF the ramp!
I even got the best water bottles! Mom's friend don't even gotta
pig, but somehow she thoughta EVERYTHING MOST PERFECTUS and I got the very BEST CAGE OF ALL!!!!

WOW, this ramp is really the bee's knees! WHOO-HOO!

MOST IMPORTANT: CAGE-ADJACENT to VinnyGuinea and YumYum? CHECK! Two-door Castle? CHECK! My favorite hay trough? CHECK! Favorite cuddle cup big enough to accompany my growing "man-parts?" CHECK!

LOTS of my favorite tunnels? CHECK! MINI timothy hay bales so my teef never gotta be dremelled? CHECK! BEST water bottle that never
leaks, so easy to clean and refill a three-year-old
(shhhhhh.....) could do it? CHECK! MORE toys
yet to be installed? CHECK! CHECK-ER-ROOO!

LONELY? CHECK. YO! VINNY-GUINEA, YA,
I'M TALKIN' TO YOU! WANNA COME OVER
AND CHECK OUT MY NEW MAN-CAVE?

I'D invite you, too, YumYum but you tried to eat me the other day and apparently they showed that on an episode of some food channel where some #$@$^%! goes around the world and he picked 

up a LIVE CAVY and held it in a way that really hurt it and that was the best part of the episode...
the story was featured on Guinea Pig Today
online...so...you are not invited. Sorry. No pig-a-vores allowed inside MY man-cave! But that liddle thinga-ma-jig livin' wid you...where he at?

"So, how fun is THIS, VinnyGuinea? Makes ya feel like a kid again, don't it?"
"I still am a kid, Bhindi!"

"WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

O.K. I don't like having company anymore. This is MY man-cave,
not a playground for juvenile delinquents and I fear my loneliness
has taken a wrong turn and soon even my very own FORTRESS of
SOLITUDE will be invaded by Mr. Speedy McReedy! Now what?

SQUEE! SQUEE! SQUEE!     I'M HAPPY AS CAN BE!

SQUEE! SQUEEZ-A-LOO!    IT'S FUN TO BE WITH YOU!

WHY DID I TURN RED? WHY ISN'T BHINDI PLAYING
WITH ME? WAS THAT A BAD POEM? WHY AM I RED?

SAD FACE, THE FIRST TIME WE HAVE EVER SEEN IT
ON VINNY-GUINEA...THE HAPPIEST PIGLET IN HISTORY IS WEARING A SAD FACE...IT'S TIME FOR MOM AND LOTS AND LOTS OF LOVE! BUT FIRST, WE

MUST GIVE A DEEP, LISTENING EAR TO VINNY'S FEELINGS SINCE HE IS STILL LEARNING TO ARTICULATE THEM, BEING SUCH A WEE, WIDDLE LAD AND WHAT-NOT-AND-SO-FORTH:

"BHINDI INVITED ME! NOW HE HAS "CROSSED THE
BARRICADE TO THE OTHER SIDE" AND LEFT ME RED
AS A LOBSTER. WHY? WHAT IS A FORTRESS OF
SOLITUDE? BABY PIGS DON'T LIKE THEM SO I AM
GOING HOME! I JUST WANTED TO PLAY. HE INVITED
ME. NOW HE HAS CROSSED THE RAMP AND I HAVE
TURNED RED AND I'M JUST A BABY PIGGIE WHOSE
BITS HAVEN'T DESCENDED AND...

MOOOOOOOOOM, PICK ME UP AND LOVE ME, PLEASE?!"

MOM?!

Take me home, country toads, take me

home, where I beLO--ONG, TO THE

FIRST CAGE, TO THE ONE CAGE,

I CALLED HOME...

I CALLED HOME.

MOM: "Honey, I'm sure John Denver

would be very proud of your version

of his song."

"Who?"

"Here, sweetie. Some lovies, now back you

go with your YumYum and if I get right

off the computer I will get you your

weekend treats...off you go there, now

that's my sweet boy!"

P.S. Let it be noted that a minuscule bean has been noted near Vinny's "frank" (ya know,

franks and beans, American-style) so we will

keep you breathless readers updated on the

"MANNING-UP!" of our darling Vinny's

little-bits! We are so thrilled!

Longing for his YumYum...Awww.
Cuz there's no place like Home.
Especially for wee-widdle piglets
like VinnyGuinea.

ACROSS THE POND AND US...

LISTEN AND PRESS ON COLLAGE TO HEAR THEM EAT!

CAN YOU GUESS WHO LIVES WHICH COUNTRY OR ARE
YOU GOING TO MAKE US FIND OUT!

BHINDI'S NEW CAGE & PRAYERS FOR MEERI-BOY TONIGHT...

TODAY mom was home sick so we all 
put together my wonderful, totally amazing, new
man-cave! Wore me out...but, WOWEE~ZOWEE!
THAT ONE FINE MAN-CAVE 'cept for the  
fact there's room for TWO, not just one!
~HINT ~HINT ~HINT!


THANK YOU, SPECIAL FRIEND:
How you get us cooler gear than our own momma?
(YA, YOU KNOW WHO YOU IS!)


MOM SLEEPING BESIDE US TONIGHT.
And we are going to bed with her, as you can see,
barely able to keep our own eyes open,
praying for our lil'boy Meeri to enjoy another
day with Ingrid, Helmut, and his harem of 7 sweet girls
in Bavaria where the news says it is very BBBbbrrrrrrr.


Sweet dreams, meeris all including Ingrid and Helmut &
Sweet dreams Fairy and all dwelling within your thatched house.
& Sweet dreams, dreamers of Peace
May all our dreams come true
and Meeri-Boy be with us on the morrow...
yours always,
Bhindi and all us