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I live near Sacramento, California and the City of Sacramento is building an arena for the NBA team, the Sacramento Kings.  There is uproar over the art that will be displayed ... the powers that be chose an artist from New York for the big centerpiece of the arena; but Sacramentans wanted, and were assured by the folks driving the arena construction, that LOCAL artists would be used.  More uproar added when the art chosen was an interpretation of Winnie the Pooh's "Piglet" ... um, okay.  Piglet for a basketball arena ... makes ummm, well, perfect sense, right?  What a mess!

www.capradio.org/articles/2015…

What do you think?  Should Sacramento (also known as "Sac Town") use local artists?  And should the art reflect the Kings?  :-)

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Check out Emmil's emmil.deviantart.com/ new bird comic (link above) that she recently has been developing.  For those of us who adore her posts and pics of her cute feathered kids, this new comic Life With Birds is really hilarious.  She is such a wonderful artist and brings her own experiences arising from so many of her feathered kids.  Each of the Fids (Feathered Kids, for those who weren't sure) have a unique personality and she captures them beautifully with her comic. Please check it out and let's support Emmil in this!  Thanks and be well!


Pax,

Jay



     I just moved about 10 blocks and did it during the incredible heatwave that NorCal was having. 105-110 degree weather the entire week we moved. Ouch.  We don't own a car ... we like city life including riding public transit, so we had to rent a moving truck.  And it was only my husband and I doing the moving ... no help. 

     Why no help?  We have numerous friends, and have helped nearly all but one move ... a few of them we even helped move a couple of times and from greater distances than 10 blocks.  I asked if anyone was willing to help, and nearly all to a person said they would gladly do it. 

     Moving day started to creep up on us and all of a sudden so did the "So sorry ... can't help you move. We've got to <insert any potential excuse here>."  Let's see ... "work", "go to a doctor's appointment", "watch my kid's <baseball/soccer> game", "visit my mom who is ill", "go out of town", and the list goes on.  We counted over 32 'friends' who first said they would help but then bailed on us ... only two said right up front that they couldn't help. Those were the honest ones.

     So, we moved ourselves with my poor husband having stomach flu and my asthma acting up because of the stifling heat.  We even had to rent a motel room for a couple of days for our Jo Jo to stay in because the air conditioner was not working at our new place, and we shut off the electricity at the old.  None of the busy friends could take her in for a couple of days.

     And now we've been at our new home for a week. I checked my emails this morning and guess what? One of the 'friends' who had to have his "car detailed" so couldn't help us move asked if we are available next weekend ... wait for it ... to help him move. <sigh>

     I emailed back and told him, "So sorry ... can't help you move.  We've got to have our car detailed."

  • Listening to: What Goes Around..Comes Around Justin Timberlake
  • Drinking: water
Moved Jo Jo, the Fluffy Velociraptor's 'living space' into a different room where we hang out at night, and was really worried that she would freak out and start plucking the feathers that she only recently let grow back.  

The first night, she was quiet.

The second night, we heard her quietly making kissy noises to George (her, um, boyfriend?)  fav.me/d2ydd8m and the head of Tweety Bird. fav.me/d4ijhgo

The third night ... promptly at 10:00 p.m. she started making her "I am NOT happy!" chirps, so I went to investigate.  When I took the cover off her cage, she was staring in the direction of the television.  She's learned that if she stares at something long enough, I'll get the hint, whether it's a glass of water she wants a sip from, the garbage can if she has to poo (while she's on my shoulder), or the television. I couldn't figure out what it was about the TV that she wanted, so I pulled her out of the cage, and set her near it. I assumed she wanted to watch it, which she likes to do ... especially nature stuff with singing birds!

But she promptly marched up to the lit up power button and started to attack!  I pried her off of it, and turned the TV off and what do you know? She fluffed up and gave me her 'nigh-night' chirp! So, apparently we are not allowed to watch TV past 10:00 p.m.  What the ?$*#@!!!  And like a dummy, I complied! My hubby and I broke out a couple of books ... you live with a pampered fluffy velociraptor, you play by their rules!
  • Reading: Quietly.
  • Watching: Nothing, since I am not allowed!
  • Playing: Quietly.
  • Eating: Quietly.
  • Drinking: Quietly.
1. If you like it, it's mine.

2. If I can reach it, it's mine.

3. If it's in my beak, it's mine.

4. If I can take it from you, it's mine.

5. If I had it a little while ago, it's mine.

6. If it's mine, it must never appear to be yours in any way.

7. If I'm chewing something, all the pieces are mine.

8. If you give it to me, and you have one, I want yours instead ... because it's mine.

9. If I saw it first, it's mine.

10. If you have something and you put it down, it automatically becomes mine.

11. If it looks like mine, it's mine.

I found this at True Love Aviary www.trueloveaviary.blogspot.co…, and anyone who has a lovie for a pet realizes the truth of every statement!
  • Listening to: Gotye&#039;s &quot;Somebody That I Used To Know&qu
  • Drinking: I wish ... at work so can&#039;t.