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| LET THE BUNNIES BURY THEIR DEAD |
| August 1, 2007 |
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Three pounds?!?
Okay. I can take a hint. We shall overcome.
I have been out of control for months -- ever since Easter. In fact, I believe it has been a prolonged reaction to the sight of family and guests attacking and eating a startingly lifelike Easter Bunny cake I made for the Paschal feast. Kind of a post-traumatic stress thing on my part, which I have been medicating with ice cream. I should have known better: the ice cream cure never works, not even if it's low fat.
How many times in my life have I gone down this road? Too many to count. But that fact is no reason at all not to start down it again. That I have tried before and fallen has nothing whatever to do with what I should do today. The past is over. All I have is today to live in and tomorrow to hope for, and that will be true for as long as I live.
It is never too late to begin again. It is not embarrassing in the least: claiming the present and having faith in the future is something to rejoice in; no one should ever apologize for it.
And the bunny cake? I still have the pan -- and a lamb one someone gave me when he read the account of the bunny's violent demise. They could be jello molds, perhaps.
But not tomato aspic. I'm just not up to it.
And the ice cream? My favorite brand is -- I'm not making this up -- Blue Bunny. This whole weight thing is beginning to sound like a conspiracy of rabbits. I'm done.
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To read about the bunny cake, check out April 9th's eMo, "The Lord High Executioner".
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