If I’d worried about Pigwidgeon not wanting to go near his carry box, it was for naught: he’s as curious as that proverbial cat. I set it on the bookcase next to his cage and he eyed it warily a bit the first day, but that was about it. I placed two dishes inside, a few perches, and two toys and he was immediately attracted by the latter. Now I leave it open when he is out of the cage and he tosses his mini-barbell and flying saucers into it and goes inside and plays with the dangling mirror toy.

To make it ready for vacation I still need to cut the styrene plastic that will go around most of the bars of the carrier to keep the draught out. Before the trip I plan to buy a box or two of Therapatches. They will do for any emergency heat.

I’m looking forward to seeing my mother but am a little afraid, too. Apparently the cancer has started to disfigure her face some. I’m afraid it will upset me and I may start crying and then upset her, which I don’t want to do. I want this to be the happiest visit it can be. I’m hoping she’ll be well enough that we can take a drive up to Vermont; these days she just goes out to the supermarket or the doctor or to church. I would think Woodstock would be nice at that time of year, with all the Christmas prep in the little shops. And maybe we’d catch some snow!

If not I will settle for the usual places: Newport and Boston and maybe New York.

We’re planning to stop in DC on the way and see the new Air and Space Building and take some photos of the WWII memorial. We also want to have supper with a friend and see his new townhouse—the “I paid a quarter of a million dollars for a freakin’ townhouse” as he refers to it. :-)

Meanwhile, I keep wondering when I’m going to get my car back. Our friend Alice had her PT rear-ended about a week before someone T-boned me, and hers was taking two weeks to fix. I can’t imagine how long it’s going to take to fix a left front wheel that is completely disengaged from the steering mechanism! I want time to “wring the car out” before vacation and make sure it’s properly repaired. Perhaps a ride up to Helen after “Oktoberfest” is over, as we did last year.

All these years I’ve been driving Atlanta’s crazy freeways and feared I was going to “get it” there! I never expected to get ambushed on a quiet road leading into an office park.

This weekend we’re supposed to refurbish our closet; it’s a leftover project from last spring when it got to be A/C weather waaaaaaay too fast—I want to paint inside and the windows need to be open and the upper story ventilated for that, especially now with Pidge in the house. We have a smart wooden closet organizer and I really want to do a Mission: Organization type toss. If we stretch out the job just right, we can work and also go to trivia on Saturday night

Trivia’s something we’ve been doing since Bandit died; before that I didn’t want to leave him. It’s at a place called Rockford’s and the food isn’t much, but the evening’s fun anyway. We have the most trouble on modern films and music because we’re all in our 40s and 50s; heck, my music knowledge ends with Big Band, George Winston, Bing Crosby, and Rupert Holmes—and don’t ask me about modern movies; I don’t even like George Clooney and Adam Sandler. They asked a halftime question about who won what Emmy awards this year. I watched the entire show and could barely remember one—although I’ll admit the only reason I was watching at all was to root for Tony Shalhoub.

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