Things I’m learning: Moving? It gets in the way of blogging. I have dozens of stories to tell you, dear readers, and between packing, being on the move and stopping to visit friends along the way to California, there hasn’t been any time to actually sit down and write said stories. When I get to Oakland, I promise to shake out the backlog and get back on track.
In the meantime, though, I did make a trip in mid-May to find a place to live, which involved an oh-dark-thirty flight out of Cedar Rapids to Chicago on the way to San Francisco. I should explain that I almost never make those oh-dark-thirty flights on the proper amount of sleep. Inevitably, it’s suddenly midnight, and my alarm is set for 3 a.m., and I still haven’t packed, and I suddenly realize that I completely forgot to pay all my bills for the month or clean out the refrigerator or watch 25 to 28 videos on YouTube or whatever. In other words, I tend to fly with a sleep deficit.
And so it was on that Saturday morning, as I dragged my suitcase across the dark CID parking lot, I first attributed the shape that caught the corner of my eye to a lack of sleep. Then I looked closer.
There was a rabbit. Sitting right there on the hill leading up to the airport terminal.
I looked around to make sure no one was about to drive or walk around me, then dug out my camera. I took a few shots, registering a slight concern that I might end up arrested for some kind of strange behavior at an airport. But I wanted proof. Proof that I could review when I was more awake. Proof that an actual rabbit had shown up to see me off on my trip to California.
Thanks to Twitter, Carol at May Dreams Gardens and I exchanged a few early-morning messages before I got on the plane about the rabbit and its ability to eat everything. When I returned from California, lease in hand, I was relieved to see that, at least, the rabbit hadn’t eaten my car.