Small town Easter...

There is such a difference between a large city and a little Hill Country town. I was in town yesterday and stopped in at the local bookstore looking for end-of-term book prizes for the students.  The girl asked me what I was doing in town on a Thursday afternoon. I explained that the school cancelled the tutoring and book club meeting because they are closed on Good Friday and the school bus’s last run on Thursday was at 3:00 instead of 4:00. She seemed relieved that I wasn’t playing hookey from the Book Club. As if....

This morning, I went to the bank in town and found the parking lot to be nearly filled. On mostly any other day, just two or three cars would be parked in that lot. When I got into the bank, I realized why... they had cages and baskets of live baby bunnies. Children of the bank’s patrons were either playing with the bunnies or having pictures taken with them. The bunnies were also up for adoption, for just a few dollars each, to anyone wanting to raise a bunny as either a pet or to enter into the farm stock competition at the local county fair.

Now those little bunnies were awfully cute... white as snow with either brown or gray ears and paws. Within two minutes, I had picked out the one I would take home. However, I came to my senses before giving that blue-eyed bunny a name. He would have been called Angel-Bunny, if inquiring minds want to know.

I don’t think Sweet Pea would have minded a bunny-companion, but I seriously doubt if Savannah would have accepted a bunny-brother to share her blanket. As for my husband, he would have said Get it if you want it... you’re the one taking care of it.  And that’s just it... the care, the feeding, the cleaning, the training, the job of a new pet.

I have enough to do.... the house, the dog, the cat, eBay sales, the Book Club. Do I really want a blue-eyed baby bunny? With snowflake-white fur and gray ears and the cutest little puff of a tail?

Note to self:  Stay out of that bank during Easter week next year!!