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The Man and the Macaw
From an email I just sent Kathy, who left me a voicemail message and an email, because she has a stomach bug and cannot get together with me today:
I'm so sorry to hear that you are sick. Maybe this little story will cheer you up.
Reece and I went down to the Green River Trail this morning for a long walk. At the beginning of our walk, we met a man with a macaw on his shoulder. I swear this sounds like the start of a joke, but it's not. I mean, who sees people walking around a golf course with giant parrots? So I said hi and I asked him if his bird could talk. His bird responded to my question, saying "hello." Then he started barking at Reece (the bird, that is, not the man).
Reece was thunderstruck by all of this. I don't think she had any idea what to make of it, and after a few minutes, she decided that indifference was the right response. So we walked alongside this man and this bird, the man and I making pleasant conversation, the bird taunting Reece every once in awhile with various tones and inflections of dog barking.
Finally, she had enough, and sped up her pace considerably, so we were forced to tear away from them. He had to stop anyway so his bird, whose name was Sunshine (or Sunny), could go potty.
I hope that made you smile.
Feel better!
Yeah, I was going to post about this anyway, but I kind of like the way I told this story in my email, so I just pasted it here.
Anyway, we just got home. I got Kathy's message and was disappointed, as I had really been looking forward to spending time with her. But these things happen.
So since I had planned to make soup today, and I had the ham already thawing in the fridge, I went ahead and put it together. It's simmering on the stove now. It'll be lunch for today and the rest of the week. Roasted corn chowder with diced ham and I'll sprinkle some cheddar on it when it's done. And some oyster crackers. It smells awesome right now, and after that long walk, the soup will hit the right spot.
I still have some other soup mixes I can take over there for another time. Or, as I mentioned to her before, we can make pancakes.
So...how shall I spend the rest of my day? Watching movies? Reading? I have a bit of shopping I need to do too, so I suppose I can take care of that.
I'm so sorry to hear that you are sick. Maybe this little story will cheer you up.
Reece and I went down to the Green River Trail this morning for a long walk. At the beginning of our walk, we met a man with a macaw on his shoulder. I swear this sounds like the start of a joke, but it's not. I mean, who sees people walking around a golf course with giant parrots? So I said hi and I asked him if his bird could talk. His bird responded to my question, saying "hello." Then he started barking at Reece (the bird, that is, not the man).
Reece was thunderstruck by all of this. I don't think she had any idea what to make of it, and after a few minutes, she decided that indifference was the right response. So we walked alongside this man and this bird, the man and I making pleasant conversation, the bird taunting Reece every once in awhile with various tones and inflections of dog barking.
Finally, she had enough, and sped up her pace considerably, so we were forced to tear away from them. He had to stop anyway so his bird, whose name was Sunshine (or Sunny), could go potty.
I hope that made you smile.
Feel better!
Yeah, I was going to post about this anyway, but I kind of like the way I told this story in my email, so I just pasted it here.
Anyway, we just got home. I got Kathy's message and was disappointed, as I had really been looking forward to spending time with her. But these things happen.
So since I had planned to make soup today, and I had the ham already thawing in the fridge, I went ahead and put it together. It's simmering on the stove now. It'll be lunch for today and the rest of the week. Roasted corn chowder with diced ham and I'll sprinkle some cheddar on it when it's done. And some oyster crackers. It smells awesome right now, and after that long walk, the soup will hit the right spot.
I still have some other soup mixes I can take over there for another time. Or, as I mentioned to her before, we can make pancakes.
So...how shall I spend the rest of my day? Watching movies? Reading? I have a bit of shopping I need to do too, so I suppose I can take care of that.
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I had a conversation on the phone with an African Grey Parrot once. No lie.
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Every now and then he would land on or walk across their Black Lab, Muffie. Fortunately Muffie was a patient, laid-back sort. She would look up to see what the fuss was, notice Andy going across her, and then plop her head back on the floor.
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