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My suite mate Nancy and I our senior year in college. I can only hope that’s a joint she’s smoking given that I’m holding a coconut head and nun’s doll. Any other explanation for the props would just be too weird. And don’t even ask me about the granny cap on my head. Either that was part of being stoned or I was showing an early tendency towards the fashionable person I never became.

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A truly blended family

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If you want to know what you look like to friends and relatives when explaining that twenty below weather is not bad because it’s a dry cold, then pay close attention to their faces as they explain to you that eighty plus degrees with three thousand percent humidity is good for your skin. No one is buying the other one’s story.

This thought occurs to me as I return from a trip to the East Coast to visit family. My mother swore that my sister and I came from the same father and that we are both her natural children.

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Oh the trauma

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Snowy missed me but did not turn psychotic over my absence. I wish the same could be said of Carm. Not sure I’ll ever be able to go to the bathroom again without him trying to jump on my lap to make sure if I go down with the flush, he goes with me.

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Back to the birds

Today’s my first day back at Bird TLC since my trip out. Can’t wait to see all the birds. On the other hand, they’ve been busier than hell with baby birds. So maybe this desire to be back among them will last a shorter time than expected. Either way, eagle poop here I come.

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Living the dream

Last week this time I thought I’d never get home again and I’d was so homesick. Today I find myself scrubbing bird poop and sweeping up the ripped papers from Abdul and I think to myself, “Living the dream”.

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The only real question

The only real question is how long it will be before Carm detaches himself from my leg so that I don’t risk breaking it every time I try to move. He’s apparently determined that I will never leave this house without him again. Nice to have at least one creature in this world so devoted to me. Just wish he were rich.

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