Easter, Mister John's First Bunny

She was the first rabbit officially given to Mister John as a pet. Yes, there are some random photos of a bunny named Snowball beating him at tetherball. Lies and subterfuge indeed. Easter Grey Erb was her official name. She had a somewhat stressful life as she was the only rabbit to be bitten by a dog. She was also the only female rabbit to have a litter. According to tradition, Patricia allowed Herbie, clearly the male rabbit, to be on the couch with Easter. All they did was "sniff each other" as Pat said. Well, three months later there were many many bunnies. I do recall The Original Mr. Erb questioning Pat on her knowledge of rabbits and sniffing.

Good ol' Easter was remembered well. The first of the modern line of rabbits to claim they were not fed enough.

Mary Jane Eats, Sleeps, Cries!

And Miss Jill and Mister John are learning how to deal with a newborn infant! More pictures as soon as we return home. Until then... nothing but hearsay. Or something like that.

OK, time to go back to the hospital and help out my wife.

A Cooler Week Ahead for All

Last Monday was more than abnormally hot; it was infernally hot. In downtown Los Angeles, it reached 113 degrees before the thermometer broke. (Actually the "Downtown LA" thermometer is now located at U$C so it was undoubtedly stolen by either a drunk student or a local mercury thief.) In San Pedro where Mister John works, the temperature was unofficially 110. Out in Duarte, the land of City of Hope and Miss Jill, it reached even higher. According to Monty, the couple's new Volvo, it was supposedly 120F out there in the warmer climes of the San Gabriel Valley. Miss Jill was lucky that Monty's tires didn't melt off.

Meanwhile the bunnies felt the heat in Mar Vista as well. It reached a record 102F in the normally cool Westside municipality. Miss Jill got home early to give the bunnies a nice cool sprinkler shower. And Chip and Cherry Bugg, the current indoor denizens, were both doused under the sink for a spectacularly cool bath. Typically they despise baths... but when the thermometer reaches 100... and Monty says it's 120... smile and take the bath.

Oddly enough Mister John ran with his students in cross country practice that afternoon. It is much cooler down by the ocean after all.