Ain't That a Peach?
Andre and Nicole are back-they didn't like it at Port St. Lucie so they came back here and will go to Anastasia park near St. Augustine on Sunday. They have waterfront sites this time. Probably won't speak.
Big deal in the papers about the local Jews celebrating the creation of the Sun. It only occurs every 28 years that the day of the week and Biblical account of the Sun being created on the 4th day coincide. Bernie Madoff knew a group ripe for plucking, didn't he? Lori was going to help put together a showing of her cousin Karla's metal sculpture. Turns out most of them were crosses and hearts. Also turns out that many of the kid's friends are Jewish. Not a big market for crosses. Event cancelled for the awkward-making potential. "Want to buy a cross?" "Oy Vey!" I'm not picking on the Jews-explain the Easter Bunny to me one more time. But I will enjoy the get-together and good food.
Jason told me Sunday that Mango, the bird, and he have a love-hate relationship: Mango loves Jason and Jason hates Mango. But the bird is winning him over. It clings to his shirt and Jason shares his dinner. Mango also snuggles him and rides on Juneau. He disappears around cage time and sleeps on the mirror in the bedroom and got in bed with Jason and Juneau as soon as Jason's eyes opened. Sounds like this temporary placement is going to become permanent to me. Mango was a victim of the recession-his owners lost their home and he could not go-with. Say "Naughty Bush," Mango. The foreclosed pet problem down here is huge. I don't dare look at the animal shelter ads.
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