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Technical Difficulties

I learned today that when I fail to blog, my "fans" begin to worry. Fair enough.


If I may explain... Sometimes I'm blogging but not posting because I'm not able to finish the post due to technical difficulties with the Tobii or because the eye gaze isn't properly tracking my eyes or simply because I bonk (or run out of energy). Sometimes I cannot get centered on a topic and work on book reviews on Goodreads.com instead. And, still others, I've taken the time and energy to blog and post only to lose the whole shebang to an errant eye-click and I know that my blog software has lost three very important posts that I'm aware of! Totally demoralizing!!!

As I tell my father every time I call him...I'm not dead, yet!  LOL!
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  1. chaplaindebbeJuly 7, 2015 at 7:35 AM

    Hi, Tina,
    This has nothing to do with your post, but I was thinking of you today. We got a "new" bunny - Herbie. We called him that because he's a Love Bug. One of the daughters of a social worker saw me bring the rabbits to the nursing home, and she said, "Hey, do you know anyone who wants a special bunny?" I asked for details and she said he was seized from an abusive home, after being rehomed from another abusive home. He was emaciated, totally fur-less and had huge corneal ulcers. The vet had fed him up and treated the ulcers. His fur had grown in but he was blind and they couldn't place him.
    That didn't matter to us, so we took him in gladly, as one of our beloved bunnies (the one that sat with you on your bed) had just hopped over the rainbow bridge. Our youngest boy took charge of him and he loves him. Herbie's a lop, white with grey spots, and blue eyes because of the corneal issues. He wants nothing more than to snuggle up to us and when he gets really content he makes a purring noise and drools. For a bunny who'd been through so much, he trusts absolutely and loves unconditionally. He does occasionally trip over someone's shoe when he's running about in the living room and they've forgotten to put it away, but his nose-and-whisker navigation is extraordinary. I was thinking "Oh, I wish Tina could meet Herbie - he'd sit on her bed for sure!"

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  2. UnknownJuly 11, 2015 at 2:52 AM

    Awww, Herbie sounds wonderful. I've not forgotten FuzzyWig! Good memory!

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