The other day there was a beautiful sunset so I hoisted Mario up so he could enjoy it, too.
Thanks, everyone for your comments on the other week's Monday Mario about aging. You are right -- just because he is different now doesn't mean he is unhappy. It is just hard for me to realize he's feeling his age and how such tiny incremental shifts over the years have resulted in a totally different rabbit. But I suppose that happens to everyone, really.
I was thinking about how much mischief he used to get into when he was younger. I had a studio in NYC so it was pretty easy to keep an eye on the buns. Once I was distracted by a phone call. Being in a studio I didn't walk out of the room. I might have turned around or perhaps was just that engrossed in conversation. All I know is that when I hung up the phone, Chloe was sitting on the couch (they weren't allowed up on furniture) chewing my hands-free headset cord into multiple pieces. Mario was up on my kitchen table sitting inside my rice cooker (thankfully, sans rice). The very idea of him finding his way up onto a table and into a pot today is ludicrous. Thinking about it now makes me smile. They were such goofy rabbits.
|My mischievous pair, c. early 2006.|