two birds

Lately I've been over-facebooking.  I get lonely and look to facebook for social contact.

I write letters and emails, get letters and emails, see friends from time to time, see Ming all the time.  Still lonely.

Ming suggests I tell you he freed a bird from the vineyard netting.  But there was a dead bird in there already who was not so lucky.

He's eating grapes.  We're without our van for a couple days.  But we're running out of windmill water.