Running Away to the Hills

[insert witty excuse for not blogging for three months here]

There has been love found, love lost, reflexology done and classes graduated in the three months it's been since I blogged. Things have been strange at the Treehouse, and Wendy and I are looking for a new place to live.

Stressful things like packing and realizing how much stuff you have accumulated in a mere 2 years isn't fun to blog about.

So I didn't.

It isn't much fun to live either, but there's nothing to be done about that. Except - occasionally jump in the car with a stranger and head for the hills.

Okay, he wasn't a stranger. But he is a little strange.

Yesterday, Wendy and I wandered up to Idaho Springs for pizza with her friend Paul.

On the road.


Headed for the hills.


Okay, so maybe comparing cool sunglasses with Paul would be better done when he ISN'T driving.


Sometimes I forget how much I like the mountains.


Nearly there! Three whole exits for one little town!



Getting close! There's the fancy sign!


So we wandered around, like good tourists, just relaxing and taking it all in. Old buildings and pretty scenery.


It's a pretty little town. And as we were taking in the sights on main street, we saw the most important sign! The one that would dictate our afternoon!


BEAU JO'S PIZZA!


Okay, so there's one by the Treehouse. It's probably the altitude makes it taste better. Or something.

Strangely, they don't offer carrot pizza. But I did the best I could with the veggies I could get.



After having a lunch of delicious pizza, we were back to wandering.



I told Wendy I thought I'd found the perfect place for us to move. She suggested I start buying lottery tickets now. (shrug)


This was a cute little park. Sad that there was a fire, but it was good to see....


... citizens IN the park practicing their fire fighting technique (the girl in the pink shirt was throwing water at her friends.)

And then we were walking back to the car to head back to Paul's for the Yankees vs. Red Sox game.

That's baseball... which I'm pretty sure is the ball that doesn't have the points on the end, and that people hit with a bat instead of kicking around.

Paul said he'd tell me all about baseball and sports and said we might even go to a Rockies game someday. I guess we'll see. (shrug)

'Til next time (which will be sooner than three months. When it's a choice between packing, sorting and cleaning or going out and about and wandering... well, let's just say Wendy and I have been doing a lot more wandering. More blogging later!)

- Gage

The Reflex

Well, reflexology actually (though now you have the Duran Duran song going through your head, don't you?)


Wendy and I had our first reflexology class Monday night.

Spiffy classroom, in a different part of CSHA (Colorado School of Healing Arts) than we've been in before. Class starts at six so...


Wendy, of course, got us there about 40 minutes early.

It's a known bug. She's ALWAYS early.

She said we could kill some time by wandering next door to the gas station and getting a snack and some bottled water.


Which killed approximately ten minutes.


So we investigated the room. I have no idea what these things are for, something for the spa program.

I am allergic to spas. At least Miranda's spa. Wendy finds this funny.

Eventually, class started. The teacher is really nifty, and I think this subject is fascinating. Most stuffies have feet, so I can do stuffie reflexology! Wendy and I are going to be trade partners too (we have to do two labs a week), so that'll be great.


The book is clear and easy to understand. The homework is pretty easy and...

The visual aids for the class make things pretty simple. If a bit odd.

Next class is Monday. I'll let you know how homework and stuff goes. So far, so good, though. And it's good to be back in school.

I kind of missed it. Sort of.

Two Year Anniversary

Wendy and I went out to celebrate our two year anniversary last night.

It was a pretty simple celebration, but it made me happy. Two years. Who would've thought?

We went for Mexican food (but no margaritas this time *shudder*).

It was delicious.


Though, Wendy wasn't very hungry so I valiantly offered to eat all the fried ice cream.

I'm noble like that.

Anyway, it wasn't renewing vows or anything as formal as that, but we did promise each other to travel more and to remain companions. I promised to be less of a home bunny (I'm a bunny, we live in burrows and only come out to eat. What can I say?) and she promised to take me more places and to go more places herself (I pointed out that it is indeed difficult to be a travel bunny if your companion never travels.)

And already helping with our fresh travel beginning, I'm going to start going to class with her again. We talked about it, and I think I could learn to do reflexology, which is the class Wendy is starting this evening. Feet are smallish, compared to a whole human, they're not very big at all! And stuffies have feet too! So even though massage therapy didn't work out for me, I think reflexology just might. We'll have to see. Either way, I promise to let you know how it goes.

All in all, a lovely two year anniversary, and here's to many more!

Home Bunny - BORED! Home Bunny - Back!

Well, so I thought I wanted to stay home and not really go out anywhere anymore. And it was great, for a while.

I took Voltaire for a lot of walks.


And sometimes we met interesting new people, out and about on our walks.


I let Kumo set me up on a blind date.


Which did not work out.


I found myself spending my days mostly surfing the web, and eating too much junk food.


Which, according to the trusty bathroom scale, also did not work out well.


And one night, I finally realized, that by trading in wandering for the safety of being a home bunny, I had chased all the adventure from my life. I was BORED!


I couldn't sleep, and so I wandered downstairs to the kitchen, for a cup of camomile tea.


And there I ran into Wendy, making herself some tea too!


We sat and drank tea together, talking about the good times we'd had when I was her Travel Bunny. And maybe it was the camomile talking, but pretty soon I found myself telling her that I missed being her travel companion. And she told me that she missed traveling with me a lot too, and sure enough...


I'm back! Travel bunny about town, bunny in the bunny bag, hare in the wind once more!

So anyway, thanks for reading and checking back. Hopefully I'll have plenty of adventures to tell you about here, but whatever happens it'll definitely be something more exciting than just eating Girl Scout Cookies all day!

More bloggering soon!

- Gage

Home For the Holidays & Forever

So, this is farewell.

Wendy and I went to her parents' house for Christmas, and we had a lovely time. As we were coming home, Wendy asked me what I wanted for Christmas. Anything I wanted, she said.

And I said I wanted to stay home. That I didn't want to be a travel bunny anymore.

She cried. A lot. But she understands my reasons, and respects them, and so I am a travel bunny no more. I'm going to stay home and play with my dog, and catch up on books, and be a home bunny.

It's been a great time. Wendy said she's going to miss having a bunny in her purse, and I'm going to miss being that bunny. I told her that I could name at least FIVE other bunnies that would love to travel with her, but she said she wanted no companion but me.

I've seen great places. And I've met great people. It's been one heck of an adventure. But it's over now. Merry Christmas to me.

To all of you who've read my blog over the year and a halfish I've been writing it, thank you. To those of you just reading it for the first time, the "best of" links on the right are a fine way to see what you missed.

Thank you for reading, thank you for your kind emails and comments. They meant more than you know. So now, I'm off to feed the dogs and maybe watch a movie on TV. But I leave you with this, as my farewell to you.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.

Some trails are happy ones,
Others are blue.
It's the way you ride the trail that counts,
Here's a happy one for you.

Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin' until then.
Who cares about the clouds when we're together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.

Happy trails to you, 'till we meet again.

- Gage the Bunny, 12/25/07

Gage's Funtastick Thanksgiving

Hmm...

Well, so Wendy finally took me out. We went to dinner at Paris on the Platte to see my favorite kid and her dad.

Unfortunately, Paris on the Platte is a smoke shop now, so EVERYONE (well, except us) was smoking like little chimneys!

When I got home, I reeked. But I figured I would air out. After a few days, Kumo let me know that in her opinion, I had not "aired out".


She wouldn't let up, and told me that Miranda (yeah, THAT Miranda) had opened a new Stuffie day spa and that she'd heard really good things about it. She suggested pointedly that I should go check it out. (And Kumo has a katana, so when she's "pointedly" suggesting, there can be actual pointy things involved).

So I went and checked it out.


Miranda actually has a pretty nice setup. Very relaxing, kind of a tropical theme. She said there was even a whirlpool. Yeah... a whirlpool.


I really do not like that pixie. Not one bit.

But I do smell better.

Hope you had a Happy Thanksgiving too!!!

No Bunny Home

It's been nearly two months since I updated my blog, and I'm really sorry for that.

Kumo and I have been receiving threatening e-mails from a group of people, and honestly, it left us both feeling a little disturbed.

And it left me feeling like I didn't really want to update my blog.

But Wendy says that if she let all the turkeys get HER down, she'd never post anything at all, and she let me read some of the e-mails that she gets that have nearly made her give up blogging.

It was something to think about.

So... early November, look for more posting from me. Promise.

And you turkeys emailing me... well, you can just go stuff yourselves.


- Gage