I have two wonderful young ladies coming to visit me tomorrow and as I look around my house, I once again realize that not everyone thinks normal includes six birds and a blind and deaf dog who has to be carried everywhere just because life is too short to wait for him to get there himself. I wonder if I can ever get all the little birdseed, crumbs and corn kernels up before they arrive? I wonder if they will laugh or be horrified by some of the language my birds know? None of which, of course, they learned here…that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.