Today is Saturday and it's almost nine in the morning. My son is watching cartoons and my brother just left for work. He lives with us now, temporarily. He finally broke up with his girlfriend, she is a crazy one. She freaked out when he came to pick up his stuff and hit him and threatened to brake his pictures and some stuff and cut up his clothes. I hope he'll get a clean break from her now and get out of this crazyness. Anyways he's staying with me now and that's nice, I guess. ...
In starting the process of tranfering my Facebook posts re Don Quixote I discovered a preface I had written there which I am NOW puting here--but with an attempt to correct numerous typos. Attempting to read Don Quixote by Cervantes--74 chapters with the encouragement of my first friend on an certain website almost six years ago now--the only LADY I have ever known to read Rider Haggard though I also count myself a friend to another who LOVES H. G. Wells--I can take or leave him. ...
Ah. The birdie's gone. It livened up after a good sleep. We looked at it when I got up and found it had eaten. Seed and meal worms were strewn across the box. Confined wild pigeons seem to be quite incontinent, the last one we found did the same. When we looked in the paper was covered in pigeon poop. We're not sure if it had a drink or not but we hope it did, though I suspect the bowl might have been a little high for it. It looked much better once it was dry (remember it was raining ...
Don Quixote--Chapter 1--Impressions--a concise summary of the famous resident of La Mancha and the perils of reading too many comic books I trust. I love Batman and the Shadow--I do not PLAY at being Batman and the Shadow. A hobby gone to extremes and perhaps the first role player for the modern age. I like this old man especially since he's 49 and I am well past him now in that grand old age. I do believe I too suffer the Peter Pan syndrome--not really wanting to grow up. The above ...
During her first walk of the day I'm told that Yuki discovered a bird and tried to eat it. A live bird. A little pigeon. When mum came home she told me about it and started looking for a box. I offered to go with her to get it, got dressed and found a suitable box. It was raining and we found the poor thing where they'd left it, huddled up in a tight little alcove under some weeds. At once I could see that it wasn't in great condition. It had a red mark on it's wing implying a cut ...
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