Bright Yellow

I know I have got scads of interesting little things to say, but I can't remember them all.



(kicks himself)



Ouch!



Well, for all y'all who were praying for my foot (thanks guys, prayer IS powerful), you'll be happy to know that my foot is healed, except it still hurts a little from the kick I gave myself.



But I still want your sympathy.



You see, my birdie died. A cute, bright yellow budgie we caught in El Paso. It was flying around and my dad managed to sneak up and catch it. Ever since then it traveled with us and became a joy to us, with it's lively chirping and shy friendliness.



I feel bad for not having spent more time with her before she died.



But in a forested area not far from here, the sun beams through the tall trees to mark the resting spot of a cheery, bright yellow budgie, Celeste.



Rest in peace.



On a lighter note, Sonya arrived safely to our place, and has been terrorizing us with her hyper craziness.



I'm also packed and good to go to tomorrow's camp.

And Philip, Sunshine and Co. should be here soon.



And the opressive heat sucks.

Yeah.