Friday, November 14, 2008
Here Comes the Cold......
Ok, it's going to hit 35, that isn't really THAT bad, but it's not 50. Brrrrrrrr. I was lying awake this morning watching the clock, waiting for a certain time to get up. I heard Oliver stir in his cage, stretch and the call out with a big "wooooooooooooooo". His cage is covered, he's in the dark, and he doesn't need anyone to tell him when it's OK to get up and shout. I really think he's smarter than I am.
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Oliver is smarter than I am too! The weather is reason number one for hanging out in Florida. Gets cold here too, but right now it's unseasonably warm.
I just walked the dog with my comfy, heavy sweater on expecting a cold, foggy day. Who knew it was going to be 75 degrees already?
I'll take it! The rains will come soon enough and we'll all be hunkered down.
Oh, and we passed our neighbor with his African Grey on his shoulder enjoying the rays. Not half as handsome as Oliver :)
It isn't that Oliver is smarter. He is liberated from most of the trappings that humans use to regulate themselves.
I love Oliver!
ha ha that big boy is really saying "oi, you old bag, get up and keep me company i wanna chat!"
word verification: screu (hilarious, I bet your answer was "screw u"!!!!)
Oliver is a free spirit and you are his slave. Hey, let's both escape and go visit Muse in Florida. You could visit Sue and me my folks and then some fun!
where is my comment?
shortened version: lisa is both observant and smart. so is oliver.
and you and me when we let ourselves be...
:)
I wish (florida). I was supposed to go to Disney World after T-giving-but truthfully, I won't go anywhere until Uncle John is gone. He's at the point where he could turn bad and be gone in hours, and I won't leave him or my family to have to handle that. The most I could do would be a weekend in Dallas.
It's weird, because my presence has absolutely no effect on anything or any outcome, but I have the weird situation of having two elderly parents who are watching how I handle Uncle John-and I wouldn't want them to think I was off whooping it up while someone was busy dying. Mom in particular has abandonment issues.
I truly believe she does that teenage thing-trying to drive people away to see if they will go. But I've learned not to take a lot of guff AND not go either. It's a new trick that puzzles her.
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