Today, like every Monday, is "Feed the Owls" day. They were all hungry; rats are scarce, so almost everybody got Chicken!! 

Son David says I should update . . .

Mainly, I'm better at dialogues than monologues, I think. I need something to bounce off of. In the meantime, here is Annie's Dad's comment on the expedition that started the whole thing:

Anne
Thanks for the Fathers Day greeting! Makes me feel like I have children once again! Watch them skeeters! They can cause all kinds of nasty diseases! You need to get mosquito netting, a pith helmet to keep the sun from frying your brain, and you need to drink at least 2 gin and tonics every evening! The gin makes you forget the skeeter bites and the quinine in the tonic fights the malaria! This is the only way to survive east of Suez. Also, get Alex a pith helmet, some khaki shorts, a silk scarf and a safari jacket. He will make a true pukka sahib! Sort of like Peter O'Toole in "Zulu". Go a head, impress the natives! Remind them of the glory days of the Empire when east was east and west was west and a man could rise a real thirst east of Suez where the best was like the worst...
Dad

Morgaine Faye Cunningham

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Danger Donkey: Now that you have a blog, I notice that it is possible to post comments to it. I am trying to figure out how to do that; in the meantime, I seem to have set up a blog of my own. Sigh. I'm sure there will be more to say as your adventure unfolds. Right now, I'm at a loss for words. I just hope I can remember my username, to get back here!