On the whole, the week is starting out kinda balanced. One of our rabbits, a buck I renamed “Aroo Banzai” when we got him at seven years old (his old name was just “Buck”) passed away at the ripe age of 11. He’s off continuing his adventures through the eighth dimension now, and it’s the first time a member of our farm has passed on and I’ve been at peace with it.

This Friday marks my sixth anniversary with my wife, and the first Friday the 13th since our wedding. For the record, the processional was an orchestral rendition of Vampire Killer and the centerpiece for our table was that scene from Night of the Living Dead when the woman in the white dress crests the hill before the rest of the horde arrives. To keep up appearances, the centerpieces for our parents’ tables was the carpet pattern from The Overlook, rather than the undead. Her Cousin is getting married this Saturday, the 14th, because his fiancée didn’t want the bad juju from the thirteenth, and when I heard that I laughed because our venue wouldn’t let us smash a mirror or have everyone walk under a ladder to get in 🤷.

It’s looking like my best friend might not be able to make the trip out to see us this year; I traveled out to California two years ago to see him and we had started to make plans for him to come out to Maine but work and life seems determined to get in the way. I’m still hopeful it will happen this year, but it’s a little disappointing that there seems to be a pattern that our friends are only able to visit during periods when the farm is not at full vibrancy.