The Unreality of Bunnies


A number of years ago, my wife, Jennifer and I took our youngest two children to the pet store. They were about 3 years old at the time and were completely overwhelmed at the number of animals. They ran from cage to cage, in total wonderment and bliss.

Dogs, cats, fish, spiders, mice, hedgehogs and ferrets all received their loving attention. But the bunnies were just too much for them. My daughter, Catherine, although smaller and further away than my son tried to beat Nate to the cages.

“BUNNIES!” Catherine shrieked and poor Nate was nearly trampled as she raced for the cages. Nate was swept along of his sister as she tried to reach the cage first. Ultimately, she squashed her brother into the cage. She locked her tiny hands on the cage and smushed her face into the bars above her brother’s head.

I was expecting howls of pain and fright from Nate, but no, that would be too normal. Nathan shrieked “AWWW! How cute! How are you?”

Catherine turned towards us, eyes bulging. “Dad, it talks!”

Nate, with his lips still pressed up against the bars, projected a question out of the cage: “It does?”

Catherine didn’t hear this as a question. The two of them pressed even closer to the bars and carried on a two way conversation, each believing that the distorted little voices from the cage was the rabbit’s.

To this day, the two of them look at rabbits in quiet curiosity, waiting for the conversation to start again.

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Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab Scents

Villain and Whitechapel

Villain and Whitechapel

Every year, I try to find my wife something unusual for special occasions. Last year, I found a poster of the Last Unicorn from Litographs.

This Valentine’s Day started an addiction to Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab scents. I started by selecting three scents for Jen: The Last Unicorn, Cheshire Cat and Caterpillar.

BPAL’s oils and perfumes are handcrafted and with a depth and complexity that is unrivaled by typical store-bought scents.

She was very pleased with my selections; In addition she enjoyed the “imps”, samples that came with her 5ml vials. To be honest, this time I had the right idea paired with a good guess. Next time, she will have a better idea of what to select.

In the meantime, I became jealous of my wife, like when someone orders better than you do at a restaurant. I had to purchase something for myself. I knew from the my wife’s order I wanted to try Villain. This scent has a citrus and lavender undertone, with deep leather notes. It’s like a favorite book on a hot summer night.

I knew Villain would be dark, almost heavy and I wanted to balance that with a lighter selection – Whitechapel. This one is everything Villain isn’t: bright lilac, citron and lime are powerful like a spring thunderstorm. Unexpectedly, Whitechapel is now my new favorite.

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Phil’s Basic Flashcards

I created three sets of flashcards, multiplication, subtraction and addition.

Flashcards Addition

Flashcards Subtraction


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AndrewSS7′s deviantART Gallery

AndrewSS7 is a talented artist who loves movies. I love his Star Wars Episode 7 teasers.

ep7 two

ep7 one

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A Funny Thing Happened on Our Way to… a Place I Don’t Know

This is one of those funny true stories, from a place that is really not all that funny. Last year, my wife, Jen had her thyroid out due to cancer.

Trust me, it gets better. Trust me.

My wife had to under go something called a “surgical freeze”, where the doctor brings in a pathologist to check for malignant cells in the operating room. If malignant cells are found, the surgeon will become much more aggressive in his cutting and sampling of tissues. This saves time and lives.

Interesting, but not really funny. Because of this “freeze” my wife’s doctor was able to come out and talk to me. He said:

“We got this under control. Your wife _______ cancer.”

I swear he stopped talking for the word between “wife” and “cancer”. It happened two more times. I asked him to repeat himself one more time and again the word was just not there. My sister in law couldn’t hear it either. The word wasn’t there because I had it and I had to let it go.

“My wife has cancer.”

“Yes.” the doctor confirmed.

“OK, thank you.”

It gets better. Trust me.

The rest of that night slipped by. The next morning I was back at the hospital to bring her home. She was barely able to sit up. As near as I could tell, she had the biggest shot of morphine the hospital had on hand. She would need some time to recover enough to ride the elevator.

I left briefly to get the car ready for her. When I returned, two nice women were in the room with her. They were dressed up as clowns. The odd bit was, the taller woman was easily recognizable as my wife’s grandmother’s neighbor. How weird is that?

The taller clown was saying “Would you like to see a card trick?”

Jen’s eyes were as big as saucers as she nodded. The neighbor clown complied.

Jen picked a card, the seven of clubs. The clown hunted and hunted for it. Three guesses were wrong. Finally, the card was found, in the hall, on a cart. Surreal.

“Would you like a balloon dog?” asked the other clown. Jen nodded again.

“Me too, but they’re a choking hazard. How about a Mardi Gras bead dog, instead?”

“Ok. Phil, do you see these… ah, clowns?”

“Yes, I see.” I answered.

“That one lives next to my Nana.”

“Yes, I know.”

The clown finished twisting the beads into a small dog with a clownish “TA-DA!”

The next day, Jen said “You know, I dreamed about clowns. I dreamed you couldn’t see them but I could.” I told her they were real. I dug out the bead dog.

Her jaw dropped. “Oh my gawd, you have it!”

“I was afraid you were going to freak out, so I didn’t say much of anything to them. They gave you so many pain meds, I bet you thought you were hallucinating.”

“I thought I was…”

That was three and half months ago.

Today, we’re back to Roswell. And in the lobby my wife snapped this picture:

They are real!

They are real!

She told me the picture was for fun.

I am convinced that the picture is affirmation, that she had something, that she was someplace few people know.

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Updates – Chromebook

I received a Chromebook for Christmas. It is so much fun and easy to use, I made a few blog posts on it.

Unfortunately, I posted to the wrong blog. Now, you can read all about it at

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From the Doctor’s Desk

I turned in a form to my doctor’s office. They filled it out for me. It included my height, 172.5 cm.

Someone took the measurement from cm directly to feet by 172 cm/12 inches=14.3333 feet. They crossed that off and replaced it with 4′ 4″.

I want to cry for a lot of reasons. Being short isn’t one of them.

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Fritz Leiber – Pail of Air

I stumbled on Pail of Air a while ago and loaded it to my Kobo to read. I really enjoyed his fantasy setting for The Grey Mouser. His science fiction works do not disappoint, either.

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The Little Things

My wife had surprise surgery for thyroid cancer on Tuesday. Discovery to surgery was what seemed to be a handful of days.

There ain’t much I can do – I certainly can’t complain about how good (and caring) Roswell Park is, thyroid cancer is very survivable and the kids are holding up well.

Everything is weird, suddenly making lunches, doing laundry and grocery getting seems far more important than it used to be. Everything’s the same, except it isn’t.

Strangely, this blog already has a category for “epiphany”.

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The New and The Old

It’s been a rough couple of weeks. Two weeks ago, I lost my cat of 23 years.


What a great animal companion. Bear is all black and is pictured here with Leo our new cat.

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