memory is a strange beast

Yesterday, after lunch, we piled into the car and took a Memorial Day drive up the coast. We drove through the tourist hot-spot that is Ogunquit, through Wells and then up to see the Bush’s summer home in Kennebunkport. At one point during the drive, as we were slowly making our way through a small cluster of homes near the oceanfront, Mom pointed out a large rock sitting in the rising tide.

“I watched the sun rise from that rock.”

Then she noted a small, grey cottage. “We rented that little place once…

“And,” she added, “That was the first time I ever used Nair.”

the bunny king

Rex

For being such a gregarious rabbit, Rex is incredibly camera-shy. I think he used to tolerate it more when Peanut was around because, let’s face it, Peanut LOVED the camera. But now he’s quite the snit when I whip out the camera and I’ve had to learn a few tricks, like using a zoom lens. I prowl for shots of Rex as I would for a photo of a wild animal or song bird. He keeps me on my toes.

Rex has been doing fairly well since the last update. The skin biopsy is still on hold, even though he does continue to lose some fur. His toes are bald, as is the base of his tail (don’t tell him I told you, but he looks like a poodle)  Other than being a bit dry, the underlying skin isn’t itchy or looking irritated. So given that his attitude is still so upbeat, I think things are better left alone at this point.

He just happens to look a bit…scruffy.