There have been some domestic developments around these parts. Now the balcony is not only rich with worm rubbish but with many herbs that feed on the worm waste. Love it!
Lily is transitioning to a raw foods diet. That meant me, chopping up this organic free range intact chicken with its little organs tucked inside wrapped in wax paper. It was about the grossest thing I have ever done. To top it off I had to add chopped liver. She LOVES it though and I am already starting to regret it. What will I do when I leave town? What if she doesn't want to eat her other food if I go broke and can no longer afford fresh or I need to leave town but don't want to bother anyone to feed her raw or I get really sick of waking up early to thaw out her food before I leave for school or both Lori Jean and I die of salmonella poisoning and her next of kin doesn't know about the raw deadly food I feed her? It is funny to see her so excited about meal time. I hope I am feeding her enough.
B twenny-one, D twenny-three... twenty-three... yeah, twenny-three...
I am sad she is gone and I no longer have anyone to laugh and sing with the way we laughed and sang. We only climbed once and never actually swam laps and never danced and I don't know if this is possible but we only went to UO twice or maybe three times but I don't know if the second time counted. Email just is not nearly as funny. There is no hope for phone conversations considering we seem to both speak in tongues.
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