So, there are reasons for which someone might attend to a blog- lots of reasons. Today's reason is acknowledgement. I'd like to acknowledge that having a blog is perfectly logical and reasonable. Aside from all of the memorabilia, there is a record here, a historical account, data. Usually I don't blog about things unless they attach to some emotion, so there's no doubt there are gaps. Not to say that some days I'm not emotional. That's not what I'm saying. What I'm saying is that if there's a change in the weather, I'll probably not remark on it unless it has somehow ruined my plans, or created an opportunity for me, or shocked me. For instance, today is supposed to be the hottest day of the year. I probably would not have blogged about that had I not already been here. Which brings us around to the question; why am I here, anyway? You may have noticed that I often blog about people, especially if they've happened to have ruined my plans, created an opportunity for me, or shocked me. This post is kind of one of those, but also it's about a big pat on the back for turning ooey gooey feels to practical use. Do you remember about a year ago when I blogged about the baby mice? Well, yesterday the whole scene played out again, ending with a cardboard box of like critters and a phone call to the Friends of Wildlife. It was a fairly decent person that I fell in with there, I must say. I don't know if I mentioned it in my other post (called mice are people too), but there aren't too many "friends of wildlife" who could care less about a box full of little mousy rodents. Last time, after about five phone calls, I happened upon someone who was willing to help me. It just so happened that she knew of a "friend" in training who could use just such an intro into the life of rehabilitation. So it all worked out, but I didn't happen to save her number. So this time it was the same thing all over again, and guess who called me back? Same lady, which was kind of neat. I don't think she really remembered me & she didn't know who she had referred me to before. She thought she might refer me to the same individual, even though by this time she would no longer be a newbie, which was pretty decent I might add. So blah blah blah, I was able to give her the exact date of my phone call by referencing my blog, which led her to the exact date in her rescue journal, which had the exact record of me calling for help, & my name, & the newbie's name etc... etc.. etc.. So that was pretty cool and made me feel so official and handy. But what's even cooler is that this lady, before getting off the phone, was so sweet in considering all that the little baby mice would need for the night, (being that she would not be able to arrange a pick up until the next day). She carefully told me all the things I already knew, and I let her. Then she went over it again in her mind, trying to make sure she hadn't forgotten anything. I would not have been very surprised if she had told me to throw in a wee little teddy bear. It was really sweet, especially since these are not exactly reputable members of the society of mammals, but tiny little outcasts. It makes me sad to think of the rough life they have ahead of them. But back to this warm hearted rescue lady, I really think she deserves some recognition, and that is my reason for being here. All in all, it was a win win. She gets to do what she loves, I get to tap tap tap on my little glass keyboard, & the wee little beasties get to scurry and cower and chew. Right now the little cuties are snuggled up next to a toasty rice sock in a cardboard box in the vacant fireplace. It seemed like a nice sheltered place for them to be, and the iron grate adds a pleasant cradle effect. Gotta go, they just started squeaking for their breakfast.
That was a great blog ^_^ vary cute and cuddly :)
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