I am a writer who lives and works in a city somewhere below the Mason-Dixon line, east of LA. This blog is about my parrots, various and sundry things going on in my life, and whatever events occur that demand my opinion. All material contained in this blog is copyrighted, 2007-2016. All rights retained by the author.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Autumn
Rain today and cold tonight. Cold forecast for tomorrow as well.
The rain is very welcome; we're in a moderate drought here, but other counties in the state are in a severe drought.
But the first of the autumn rains means summer is over. And I'm not ready.
I've started back with my piano lessons, which means learning chords and trying to get my fingers to stretch and move independently of each other. But during today's practice I actually played two songs in mostly correct time and with chords. Yea!
A friend had to put down her German Shepherd yesterday. Looking over this blog I realize how many deaths that have touched me in some way there have been this year. I'm in my mid-50s now, and I guess I should get used to it. But I don't think you ever get used to it.
My mom had her 79th birthday Tuesday. For several months now she's been saying, "In a year I'll be eighty years old!" in an alarmed voice. I told her she'd better be enjoying her 79th year rather than worrying about something a year away. An old boyfriend called her, but said he didn't realize it was her birthday. Their breakup was bad; they're both stubborn and contrary and they both need to lighten up a little. But it's her business, not mine. She and I are kinda taking bets to see if he calls again and asks her out.
As for the neighbors . . . this past weekend a white Cadillac was in the driveway. Last Friday I finally got an Obama/Biden yard sign and I stuck in the yard. A few days later I saw the neighbors (who live on the corner) had put one in their yard, right at the corner.
Then maybe Monday when I parked and opened the car door, two of the puppies (now a lot bigger) came running over. I knocked on their door and said their dogs were out; the young black woman who I never see outside anymore said they had let the dogs out, they hadn't "escaped" from the fenced-in yard. She apologized, and I said it was fine -- I just didn't know if they were supposed to be out or not. While we were talking the puppies were all over my feet, playing.
Charli is still picking at her leg feathers. I think/guess what's happened is that I give all my babies Nutriberries as a nighttime treat, plus Charli eats her veggies and so on plus my dinner, which means she isn't eating as much of her Harrison's high-potency. When she doesn't eat Harrison's high-potency, she plucks. So I'm cutting back on the Nutriberries and putting more Harrison's high-potency pellets in her Special Treat Dish. She ate them last night, so I've got my fingers crossed that's why she's plucking her little leg feathers.
Well, I need to go. Sugar Franklin is on my shoulder, demanding scritches.
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Sorry to hear of the deaths you've been dealing with.
We'd thought about putting yard signs out, but we live in a county that is 95%+ Republican and I wouldn't put it past them to engage in vandalism. I'm not willing to risk it. Good for you for being braver than us!!!
Glad I finally got to catch up on your blog. I need more hours in the day! And less work to do at work!
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