First Snow

Today has really been a strange day. Our family was planning on going on a trip this weekend - my mom got a half day off school (I didn't have school today), we'd all packed the night before, and I even had to get out of bed before I wanted to just to get ready! Then, about fifteen minutes before we would have left, I went out to feed and check on my rabbit. He wasn't normal.

Usually he's really chipper, and whenever someone comes outside by his hutch he immediately gets up and tries to get your attention. And he absolutely adooores apples. I brought him a whole (small) apple, and was giving him lots of food, yet he seemed to have no interest in any of it. He didn't even come over and "say hi" to me! I've had other rabbits that were acting sluggish and I dismissed it as tiredness or a change in the seasons, and shortly after they died. I've also had a rabbit who died while we were on vacation. Not wanting either of those things to happen again, I freaked out.

This was on a deeper level than just freaking out. So I suppose I should say I was upset. I cried, ok? He's my pet, I love him, we were going to leave, and I was worried that he would die while we were gone! So naturally, I was upset. After some consideration, convincing my parents that this was a valid worry, blah blah blah, we went to the vet. (Yes, the vet was open, and yes, my dad would drive me, and yes, they were willing to delay the trip on a suspicion that I have...I have amazing parents.) Describing the visit to the vet would take way longer than I have to spend right now, so in short, he has a hairball. Keep in mind that I did say in short.

So we decided to all stay home, because of the rabbit, which totally changed our plans. All of us were quite thrown off by it, and I'm glad I had the distraction of a rabbit that needed to be force-fed to keep me from dwelling too much on the fact that I would be home all weekend.

But, as my dad pointed out later, what if we hadn't been planning on going anywhere? I wouldn't have paid nearly as close attention to my rabbit's mood, and we probably wouldn't have gone to the vet so urgently. And then he could have gotten worse or even died! So I suppose this was one of those times when things just seem to work out together, and all depend on each other. Fate, I would call it.

Today was also the first snow. Isn't sticking, the flakes aren't huge, but it's still snowing.
And I love it.

I feel like such a little child again when it snows. I run around, laughing and smiling and sticking out my tongue to catch the flakes. I forget everything else, because nothing else seems to matter in that moment. Just that those tiny, amazing little snowflakes are falling from the sky in the first time in (approximately) 365 days. I even cried some tears of joy tonight when I went outside to check on my rabbit (who is doing well now). Tears for him being all right, for the snow, for the fact that even though this weekend isn't going to be as expected it'll still be all right, tears for the fact that I can have tears of joy instead of misery. I hardly ever cry like that, in such a nice way, and it felt good.

By the way, NaNoWriMo is going amazingly swell (hmm, I should use that word more...). I settled on a wonderful idea, and so far all the writing that I've done has amazed me in its splendor! So I'm very proud of myself ;). Plus I'm ahead of where I have to be to achieve my word goal!

Good night, world. I hope someone out there is listening...or will listen, anyway. Good night, world, and happy first snow.