Mainly hay, lettuce and cauliflower leaves, but we give them some store bought rabbit food they love once a week and sometimes cucumbers carrots and apples.
It’s sickening. I just watched a documentary on SBS about US-Israel relations. It’s horrifying how so very few men have such power over the destiny and suffering of millions, and how utterly little they care about the lives of those millions. They sit in their lovely offices and have coffee and chats and decide to have war or peace, give aid or let people starve, put lines on maps and play handshakes in front of cameras.
Dad turned up with a new kitchen gadget for me. A new, cripple proof kettle that I don’t even have to lift to use.
I don’t need it - I have two perfectly good, fairly new kettles already, the second of which I initially bought specifically because my parents argued my first (basic stovetop) kettle wasn’t safe for someone with my balance to use. I haven’t asked for it. It solves a problem that for me at least fundamentally doesn’t matter/doesn’t exist.
But I have a new kettle nevertheless. And he’s stashed both my old ones on a high shelf I can’t reach, because it’s the only cupboard or shelf space my kitchen has left, so I can’t even change it back.
It’s a good kettle, don’t get me wrong. I just don’t quite know why he decided to get it for me.
Maybe someone else recommended it, and he acted on that recommendation. Which is fine as far as it goes. I figure it’s a bit rude to just show up with it and re-configure your pre-existing quite satisfactory arrangements though.
I’ve got one of those… it’s good for those with different needs/uses but for me it’s annoying af
Is it safe for you to use a stepladder? If so perhaps keep it stashed out of sight (so they don’t decide you can’t use it). Or a friend could pull the kettle you want down and you can keep it hidden on a low shelf.
I am made of regrets,
Of atoms and silhouettes,
A life repaying the debt
Of a misspent youth.
Trashy and uncouth,
Nothing to show for
For the years on show for
A man who didn’t know what he had to lose,
While he lost, now I’m a loser too.
Apparently I’m a monster because I closed the bedroom door while I re-strung my guitar. Strings are very pointy at the ends, and would easily hurt a cats body or in particular, their eyes.
You would think I was actively torturing a rather small cat if you heard the wails. So dramatic.
The longer I’m alive the more I see most people in relationships aren’t all that happy and quite frequently resent their partners for one thing or another.
I am honestly starting to think that besides the lucky few, relationships for most end up being a disaster. It’s all a bit of a scam.
This is a topic I’m very interested in. Investing in a relationship is hard work sometimes. Taking the rough with the smooth, communication about issues, that sort of thing. If you grew up with shit examples of relationships and parenting then it can become a default program for yourself as well, and it sometimes takes hard work and guts to break the mould. People don’t know how to do it, therapy can be costly and time consuming, and people tend to believe that if a good relationship doesn’t come easily then it’s not worth it.
Also it must be said: some relationships do not survive long after the early passionate heat of sexual discovery makes way for the place where companionship grows.
My experiences have been truly terrible. I got together with the wrong sort of person, and have paid the price for that repeatedly. That said, and regardless of my experience, I do believe there are healthy relationships out there to be had.
I think one must be more selective which is interesting, because I’ve found that the longer I’m single, the more prone I am to making a catastrophic mistake in who I let into my life.
I’ve been single a very long time now, probably pushing 8 or 9 years. I’m not even sure what a relationship would look like for me right now, but it’s definitely not what I often see around me.
Family visiting this weekend and I whipped up a proper lunch for everyone around my table. Realised it’s the first time I have cooked for a group in this new place. And it worked well. It’s a small apartment but everyone fit and chilled and it was really nice. I needed that. 💛
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