HB/Camila: Well, can you BELIEVE it? We've been silenced for over a year!

BB/Arthur: Dunno if that's really fair, Camila. Mom and Dad have been really really busy, traveling a lot to powerful places--Wales, Glastonbury, Malta, Cornwall, Avebury, the USofA to see family, setting up their new blog at powerfulplaces.info. Besides, that's old news. Let's share new news.
Well, I guess you're right. So what should we talk about? I know--our new friend Rana! And our new names!
Now you're talkin', Camila. So let's start with names.
Well, last year after our parental units returned from Malta--and you did, too!
That's right, I went to Malta with them and met the love of my life--well, other than you, of course--Auriel. I spent the week with her. She carried me everywhere in her basket and I got to see all kinds of amazing powerful places. And I spent every night with her. And... something happened... I guess I grew up.
Yeah, you came back and wanted a new name.
That's right. No longer a kid. Now I was coming of age. Or something. So what better name for a bear than Arthur? Artur, the Bear?
I didn't know that!
You didn't ask.
Oh. I thought it was something to do with King Arthur and Lancelot and Merlin--
Well, there are secrets I cannot divulge at this time. Not even to you. So now, tell our fans about YOUR name change, Camila.
Oh yes, right. Well, while YOU were playing around in Malta with Auriel, I was being treated like royalty, like the bee's knees, by our good friend Rana. She took me all around Girona and showed me the sights--unlike Mom and Dad, who always keep us hidden inside bags. Not Rana!
Gee, I wish I'd seen Girona with you!
Maybe you can ask Rana next time she takes us home? ANYWAY, so it seemed time for me to grow up too. After all, I'd spent weeks without the parental units, and I was just fine. Nothing like having a holiday on your own to show you how grown-up you are. That's what I always say.
You do?
Well, I do now. ANYWAY, so there I was, growing up--and Honey Bunny is a baby-time name, not a suitable appellation for a charming clothes-horse like me.
Clothes horse? I thought you were a bunny.
It's a manner of speaking, silly!
Oh, okay.
ANYWAY. So I looked around and thought about names, and Camila just popped up! It's such a beautiful name. So appropriate, don't you think?
Modesty always was your strong suit, Camila.
Well anyway. So that's it on names. What else should we talk about? Rana?
We could. We are reaching that age where we can leave home--and we do. We just spent a month with Rana, keeping her company.
I just LOVE Rana! Such great wardrobe!
And SUCH a sweetie! I just LOVE spending time with her. Oh--and here she is! Hi Rana, can we go home with you again?
Rana: Really? Again?
Yes please! We have SO much fun! Listening to music, staring out the window...
Rana: Well, Okay, if Elyn and Gary say so.
Humph! They are not our keepers! What, you think we are CHILDREN?
Now Camila, Rana's just being polite. Isn't she? 
Elyn: No worry--I'll go get their travel tote with bathrobes, blankets, and a change of clothes!
BYE BYE!
 

Llangoed Hall

You may think that we have been left at home or stuffed in a box somewhere, but it is just that Dad hasn't seen fit to write any new posts for us. Bad Dad!

Well, HB, it has been a long time, but we have had many travels to Wales and elsewhere. Here we are in Llangoed Hall, an elegant hotel near Brecon in Wales.
Yes, we have been around a lot, but we have been stuffed in small suitcases, tucked away out of sight, and generally mistreated by our parental units.
Now, HB, you know that when we travel light on low-cost (read CHEAP) airlines there isn't much room.
My point exactly. Why don't we travel first class?
I suppose you have the cash to buy the tickets?
Well, .  .  .  .
Yes, MY point exactly. We travel as well as our parental units, as you so elegantly put it.
Anyway, we really lucked into this first class hotel and Mom got us such a deal.
And the days in Bath (you need to BAAAHTH to be really posh) were memorable.

New Clothes for Brown Bear

Well, its been months and months since we've had an update on our many activities. Now Dad decides to put up a new post because Brown Bear has new clothes. What about MY new clothes (not that I have any). I'm a deprived bunny.
Now HB, we both have had new clothes recently (even though it didn't make the blog), and you have had new clothes several times when I didn't get anything. Don't complain about no new clothes.
Oh, well, I guess you have a point, but, but, 
No BUTS about it, you are not deprived, and neither am I.
Well, . . .
It's a deep subject as they say (Haw, Haw) (That is a bear laugh if you didn't know.) Anyway, I really like my new basketball uniform. It is stylish and even includes shoes—a new thing for us fuzzy kids.
Well, I must admit, I am a sucker for Jocks, so I'm finding you quite attractive in your new duds.
I'm glad you approve, HB, just go easy on that attraction thing. There are species differences you know.

OK, I'll just say that you look really sharp in the new uniform. Are you planning to take up the game?
I don't know, HB, we are rather short for basketball, which is dominated by 7-footers. I'll just have to see what develops.

A New Do for Bridget

Hi all you lovely people out there. I have a totally new hairdo and I'm so proud. Here is a before and after shot so you can see the new me. (The before comes after the after, if you know what I mean.)

I'm jealous. What did she do to deserve new hair?

Now HB, Mom has a brand spanking new sewing machine coming and then it will be new clothes for all of us.

I can hardly wait.

And I could get into this new clothes business.

Party Time Again

Here we are with more of our friends from Cristina's house. No time for chit-chat. We're having too much fun.

You said it, kid!

I know I did. So, back to the party. (Do you see the way that cute bear is looking at me? I wonder . . .)

Cool it HB!

It's really hard to maintain spiritual detachment in this household.

Just keep breathing, Bridget. Oh, sorry, I forgot, we don't breathe do we?

The New Website

Dad has been hunched over the computer every day working on graphics for our new website PowerfulPlaces.com

I hope he managed to work us into some of the pictures. How about it Dad?

Well, I'm afraid that PowerfulPlaces.com just isn't the place for fuzzy kids.

Oh, you big spoil sport! We would have fit right in. After all I'm pretty powerful.

Well, now that I'm done with the website I'll do something very special for you kids.

Oh boy, like NEW CLOTHES?

You know that Dad doesn't sew. That's Mom's department.

Well, she is busy having fun with her new machine . . . wait a minute, I'll bet she could whip up some new frock for me on her new machine. How about it Mom? Mom?

I don't think you can get her attention HB.

What does it take to get anyone's attention around here? I'll just go off in a corner and pout.

Well, you could talk with Bridget. Maybe she can communicate with Mom and tell her what you need.

Is it a philosophical issue that you need resolved?

Yes, that's it. The philosophy of getting Mom's attention.

I'm afraid that isn't in my power. I could deal with the philosophy of needing less, or the philosophy of being thankful for what you have, or . . .

Well, stuff that!

HONEY BUNNY!

I'll overlook that last remark.

Like I said, you'll get used to that around here.

A Big Party With Friends

Here we are back home and introducing Briget (Bride, Bridgit, St. Bride?) to our friends here in Girona.

Well, if you are going to talk about me all the time you might as well know how to spell my name. That is Bridget, if you don't mind.

Well, at last, we have thought you could speak all the time, but had begun to wonder.

Of course I can speak. But only of important things.

Like clothes?

Honey Bunny, every girl doesn't have your priorities.

Important philosophical concepts are my specialty.

Philo-WHO?

We need to have a serious talk, but not when we are having a party. Actually, I like all your friends, particularly the guy with the Indiana Jones hat.

He's a distant relative of mine. I like him too.

Hats remind me of what I don't have for winter--a new hat.

Oh, HB, you have a one-track mind.

Well, it is a dual track mind, but we won't go into that. (Hey there good lookin', What's you got cookin', How about . . . .)

HONEY BUNNY!

We'll overlook that last remark.

You will get used to overlooking a lot around here. Anyway, here's our friends from Cristina's house. We have such a good time talking with them.

I'm sure I'll find a kindred spirit here. I'm feeling more at home already.