We need to learn something other than waltz, and me trying to teach DH doesn't work. Not to mention that I probably don't remember nearly as much as I think I do.

sending vw the strength she needs to help her get through this.

yay fore teppy - goo on you

and it looks like askye is haveing lots and lots of fun.

health to Aimee's grandfather and peace for her

I still have Issac's pictures up - I keep looking at them.

If we haven't heard fro Fay yet does this mean it was a really good date?

I have things to do, but not sure if I am going to do much at all.

For future reference, you really don't have to ask

I appreciate that. It seemed polite since I am so seldom in Bitches any more.

Or, in some senses of the phrase, so seldom have ever been.

Sad/Weird...an elderly friend of ours was just admitted to the hospital with a stroke. He'd just gotten home from attending his twin brother's funeral.

We took dance lessons some years ago, and in theory learned West Coast swing, but it never looks as cool when we do it as the instructors made it look.

Strength to vw, who already has tons of her own, but a little more can't hurt.

And a high-five to Teppy. Therapy's a bitch, but keeping the work going after the therapy's over is more so. Good on you.

As I tell them at D&D, that which does not kill us makes us stronger, except shadows.

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

::snrk:: Sorry. D&D humor. ::snrk::

Shadows.... Heh.

Oi. Yesterday my mom was out for a walk at work, and she came across a baby robin on the ground. She looked all over, but there was no nest anywhere and he was on his back, about to die. So she took him.

When I got to the house with a bunch of boxes yesterday, she was feeding it tiny pieces of cat food with tweezers. His name is Bob. By the time I left, she was sitting on the couch with him sitting in her hand. They were watching the Sox game, and it appears to think she is his mother. She's on vacation in a couple of weeks, and then she's going to bring him to a refuge/rehab/wherever you bring little birds.

And Bob's already the better child. At least he stayed for dinner.

Oh wow, Lilty....

That reminds me of the time my roommates and I found a pair of baby squirrels lying by their dead mother. We took them in and kept them as pets for the next 8 or 9 months.

That reminds me of the time my roommates and I found a pair of baby squirrels lying by their dead mother

Oh, that's so sad!

Did they make good pets?

Did they make good pets?

Sort of. They were wonderful and fascinating, and loved to play "People-Trees," which involved putting the dogs outside, letting the squirrels out, and standing around being trees for the squirrels to leap around on.

The down sides of keeping them as pets were that, one - even building them a very large cage with branches inside to play on, it was too small an area. Squirrels can apparently really roam, even as pretty young creatures, and they would run back and forth over the braches incessantly. I'm pretty sure they rapidly grew bored with their cages.

The second downside was that they are very delicate creatures, and have an uncanny tendancy to dart underfoot at incredibly inopportune moments. Both squirrels died by getting their necks stepped on when they shot out under somebody's foot as they were stepping down in mid-walk.

We told ourselves that they both lived lives of incredble joy and comfort that most squirrels would never achieve. I only hope the one I stepped on can forgive me.

Oh, Bob the Robin sounds adorable. Possibly helpful: [link]

That's sad about the stroke and funeral, Raquel. It seems like it happens that way fairly often - grief triggers something like a stroke. Sad.