Reunion 2011, a set on Flickr.
How fast the years roll by. It was the best reunion to date and it may be because there was the added Wilson Jr. High reunion to cap it off. It gave me a feeling of connection to my youth and people from my past still chugging along.
I fear the next one will not be as much fun if it is in 10 years (or even 5). I hope I am proven wrong at that time!
My daughter took this picture from her second floor apartment near the end of August. She had heard them many times before she finally saw them. She knew their voices from the mated pair I had more than 15 years, as well as the pair I had given my mother (she shortly after traded them in for a cockatiel, thinking it would be a tamer bird).
There are four birds in the photo, the two on the outside of the light, one inside the shade and the one doing lookout on the wire. I suspect that all four are males, just because all my green ones were male and the yellow were female (and much larger).
I gave a friend a mated pair around 1997 that came from one of my many clutches and he adored them. He hung their cage out on his front porch on a lovely day and they opened their cage door and disappeared. He was distraught and went to a pet store to find out if there was a chance he could find them. They told him the birds would be headed for Florida en route to Africa--an interesting story, to say the least.
This flock of lovebirds lives in midtown Tulsa about 4 miles from where my friend's birds escaped more than 10 years ago. The area has lots of very large, old trees and lovebirds make their homes inside tree hollows and the likes, and do not roost on branches at night. Perhaps they are descended from my two adorable birds, Henry and June...
My father closed his office this year and gave away everything he had collected over the last 60 years during his travels. He gave art and Persian rugs to patients and fellow dentists, but my brother did manage to get the lion's share of valuable items. I didn't like the idea of dad giving away what I saw as a massive investment and urged him to find an auction company that could do an internet auction. I didn't want to go over like a vulture and put my name on things I didn't need because they were valuable. So, by the time I did go over to see what was left, it was nearly bare.
This painting was overlooked simply because it was in a closet in one of the bathrooms. I was immediately struck by the exquisite beauty and true artistry, so I grabbed it and brought it home. Although it is not framed I went ahead and hung it on my bedroom wall after a few weeks of examining it in detail. I can not make out the artist's name and there is no date on it. My father doesn't remember where or when he got it, so it is an intriguing mystery to me.
Whoever the artist was, perhaps I will never know. I do like to simply gaze in appreciation at what he (or she) put onto a blank canvas. I wish I knew the story behind the work, but it is fun to make up stories and imagine scenarios.
It is been over a year since I lost my beloved Boo-key Ram Das. You were the most remarkable being I have ever had the pleasure to know and your time with me was far too short. You were the light of my life and your love kept me going through rough times. You were always there for me, wanting to jump in my lap and hug me. Holding you was always such bliss and gave me great happiness.
I will always despise the Chinese greed that stole you away from me. I am so sorry that I tried to give you the best buying you the Hill's canned cat food in gravy, and later the W/D formula that was also tainted. I unwittingly killed you, my beloved darling.
You are always in my mind and I miss you just as much as I feared I would. Life without you lonely. I miss you, I love you and no being can ever replace you. When I close my eyes I can see you and smell your lovely scent. I still expect to see walking around the house.
Thank you for being my best friend and love. It was my honor to have been owned and loved by you. I kiss you eternally.
after the ice storm, the ground looked like a Zamboni had smoothed it over. If my ice skates still fit me I would have tried skaing, as it was a perfectly smooth surface.
Jaden was born on April 5, 2006 at 11:46am. I met him for the first time today. His first name was Seven Aidan (nine and ten), which fit with his birthday of 4-5-06. Weighing in at 5 pounds and height of 17", (and all nose:), he has a winding road ahead of him. His final name is Jaden Christian, which means devout (full of fire) christian. May he help to make the world a better place for all creatures, great and small.
this reminds me of the DARPA logo, before they decided to not be so public with their intent...we are watching you!
