All that matters in the end is how we love...

So much to say...

I spent most of last week rehearsing and singing with The Harmony Project, a 135-voice community choir that also is very active in community service and fundraising.  Check out their link...really, check it out...I'll wait for you to get back.  See?  Cool, eh?  Oh, and if you want to read more, here's an article and video from our local paper that just so happened to go national.   Woo-hoo!

We performed two sold-out shows at The Lincoln Theatre on Wednesday and Thursday night, and we raised the roof and shook the rafters both nights.  Our guest artist, Beth Nielsen Chapman, had us all in tears with her beautiful songs.  The title of this post is a lyric from her song "How We Love", which has become the new theme song of my life.  What an honor to share a stage with this wonderful woman!  One of my amazing choirmates, Jeffrey Benedict, has captured the heart and soul of the concerts in photos on his Facebook page - again, check them out, you'll be glad you did!  I, unfortunately, did not take pictures.  I brought my camera, but I just couldn't take in the experience if I was thinking of what to photograph (and I knew Jeff would do a much better job anyway). 

But...not only did we sing our hearts out, we poured our hearts out to our community.  We performed over 4,000 hours of community service at the Mid-Ohio Food Bank and for Columbus Parks & Recreation.  We raised enough money to purchase thousands of meals, a piano and risers for the Lincoln Theatre and bought and planted 100 trees in a city park.  And we did it in ten weeks.  Yes, that's right...ten. 

So...I did not knit this week.  Ok...I worked on Evenstar a little yesterday afternoon.  Almost through with Clue #5 and planning on taking Evenstar on a field trip this week to a bead shop.  I'll try to remember my camera.

In the midst of all the singing, I was also doing research on the problems my Wilbur is having.  You may now begin calling me "Sherlock", as I believe I have found the answer, and his vet agrees.  Wilbur has myasthenia gravis.  He appears to be going into remission (the worst of his symptoms were about six months ago), but he still has some problems.  When he got the steroid shot the other week for his allergies, the MG symptoms went away for about a week - that was the big clue.  So...as much as the vet and I didn't want to do it, he is now taking a low dose of prednisone...he may be on it the rest of his life.  We don't know yet.  We do know that he tolerates this medication with absolutely no side effects, so we may actually be making up for a lack of cortisol in his system.  He is doing well.  Happy.  Playful.  Goofy. 

Then there is this...my Pioneer Woman moment.  Yesterday afternoon, Romeo went out to prepare the vegetable garden.  He had one of those spiky manual rotary tiller things and was breaking up soil and weeds with it.  I was knitting in the cool comfort of the living room (delicate woodland flower that I am).  Suddenly, the back door bursts open and he comes in, hyperventilating, "OHMYGOD"ing, nearly in tears.  When I could get him to form coherent sentences, I learn that he had "uncovered" a nest of bunnies.  Hysterical Romeo, "I've killed them!  I've maimed them!  They were screaming!" 

Ok...here I am...the woman who is so squeamish that she refuses to go to a movie where anyone bleeds or throws up...and it is very obvious I'm gonna have to tackle a very nasty task.  People don't refer to me as "The Warrior Princess" for nothing.  I take a deep breath, square my shoulders, and head out to the back yard.  I find a newborn bunny on top of the grass, pick it up and examine it carefully.  Not a scratch.  I see more bunnies in the nest and pick up all six of them, turn them over...not a scratch.  Lucky baby bunnies!  Romeo can't even set foot outside, he's so distraught.  I pile them all back in the nest, grab a little fencing to make sure Wilbur doesn't bother them and wrap it around the nest and come back inside.  Bunnies fine.  All is well.  Relax, Romeo. 

This morning, I went out and checked on them.  I think Mama Bunny has been there.  They were warm, active, not dehydrated (yes, I did little skin checks on a couple of them).  Same thing when I checked them at 2pm only this time, I brought the camera.  Behold the backyard bunnitude!!

We do realize that our vegetables stand a snowball's chance in hell because of these little critters...but as long as Mama is around and caring for them, we're not going to move them or take them to the wildlife center.  We're kinda funny that way.

Next week, hopefully more knitting!  I hope all my US readers are having a fabulous holiday weekend, and everyone else is having a fabulous regular weekend. 

Yours in song and bunny fur,
Sherlock, The Warrior Princess