Well we finally made it to San Diego.

The kids wasted no time getting out in the ocean.

It was hard packing & traveling in the heat.

We have a nice house big enough for us all and the dogs.

Every morning between 7 and 8 a flock of green parrot's lands on the power lines out side my window and make a lot of bird racket.
I love birds

I had to find homes for my birds and all the cats but my buddy Cactus so I enjoy the visit every morning.

My Mom sent me this email and it is so true.

My forgetter's getting better, But my rememberer is broke To you that may seem funny But, to me, that is no joke

For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering If I really should be 'there' And, when I try to think it through, I haven't got a prayer!

Of t times I walk into a room, Say 'what am I here for?' I wrack my brain, but all in vain! A zero, is my score.

At times I put something away Where it is safe, but, Gee! The person it is safest from Is, generally, me!

When shopping I may see someone, Say 'Hi' and have a chat, Then, when the person walks away I ask myself, 'who the hell was that?'

Yes, my forgetter's getting better While my rememberer is broke, And it's driving me plumb crazy And that isn't any joke.