Arabella, South American Hahn’s Macaw. Bella is six.
Sweetpea, a SA Greencheek Conure bathing in the kitchen sink. Sweetie will be 11 in July.
Baby, an African Senegal somersault’s on my desk lamp. Baby will be 14 July 1.
Dory, a African Red Belly. Dory is six.
Jesse, a SA Monk Parakeet. Jesse is 13.
David and I voted today in our local county primary. We were numbers 135 and 136 in our precinct. Many younger people will vote this evening after work. Two of our African-American neighbors were working the voting area.
We try to make it to every election from county to national. Generally, there are huge lines in the national elections, and smaller ones in the Democrat primary where anyone from any party can vote.
Mostly, our community, where many neighbors from the LBGT community plus members of ethnic and religious groups, some flying flags from various parts of the world, live, is peaceful and calm. Today, it is very quiet and sad.
Andy, one of the cleaners who comes every two weeks is transgender and he and I both burst into tears today. He tells me he lost it on Sunday. Andy is the fellow who wants to adopt Dory, although David and I have not been able to follow through on his offer. Some day we will because we must because parrots live a very long time.
David had his eye exam yesterday and following advice on the receptionist desk, I informed his ophthalmologist that he is diabetic as well as the name of our GP, so he could send a report. (I think communication among and between doctors must be part of the new healthcare law.) Afterward, David was annoyed.
Why are you always telling people I’m diabetic, he says.
Don’t you want Doctor Lessin (our GP) to know you had a good visit? I asked. Don’t you remember Aunt Marge had diabetes and macular degeneration? Why keep secrets? It won’t change anything and it might make a difference.