April 4th, 2015

krazy koati

I hear the drums echoing tonight

bunny_hugger and I went to Motor City Furry Con, the second of this successor to Furry Connection North. But that required taking our pet rabbit to bunny_hugger's parents: we're not comfortable leaving him unsupervised over the course of several days (bad things can happen to a rabbit in shockingly little time). The trouble is that between her work schedule and her parents' restricted mobility --- they have to care for increasingly frail dogs, and had to deal with an unexpected death in the family --- there wasn't any time they could come up and pick him up, or that we could together drive down and drop off the pet.

Of course, it doesn't require the both of us. While bunny_hugger was at work, I gathered our pet rabbit up --- he looked shocked to have the carrier come out and get tucked inside, possibly because he knows he's never put in the carrier when I'm here alone --- and brought him to my in-laws'. I think this is the first time I've been to them without my dear bride, but I might be mistaken. It makes a nice symmetry for a couple weeks back, during Spring Break, when bunny_hugger visited them but I had to stay home and work.

They seemed to be fairly well, although the death of one of my mother-in-law's brothers had thrown the week for a loop. I ended up doing a lot of listening, really, which seemed to be the best I could do. Their dogs were looking frailer even than they were a couple months back, too, and while my mother-in-law has been forecasting their imminent death for years, it does look look plausible they'll go soon.

For all the grim thoughts surrounding the visit, though, it was a pleasant enough one, in which I was offered tea until I had to get kind of firm about turning it down, and for which they took me out to dinner at a nearby Mexican restaurant. That's mostly notable because all three of us ended up ordering cheese enchiladas, and that a dab of my hot sauce went down the wrong pipe so I was left speaking in a very soft whisper for a good ten minutes. I'm usually better at eating.

Trivia: Russia's Minister of the Interior wrote in 1863 ``there never has been a distinct [ Ukrainian ] language, and there never will be. The dialect used by the common people is Russian contaminated by Polish influence''. Source: Empires of the Word: A Langue History of the World, Nicholas Ostler.

Currently Reading: Pasta And Noodle Technology, Editors James E Kruger, Robert B Matsuo, Joel W Dick.

PS: Reading the Comics, March 31, 2015: Closing Out March Edition, second of these since the last roundup. Please don't forget to read it, by one route or another.