Olympics begin

The Olympics have begun. Kendra is pretty in to them. She says she is competing. I heard an athlete say he was "in it to win." I think all Sears portraits should be done by television light. We all watched some of the gymnastics together. It's rare that we make it down to our basement and tv. The reception is part of the problem. Some gymnasts hug with one arm and some hug with two. My Dad hugs with one arm.

Humming Bird

One of my cats caught a hummingbird. Nadia probably. It was injured and tiny. Which is somehow worse. I tossed it in the air and it flapped for a few seconds and then fell back down into my hands like the smallest of bean bags. I left it among our bamboo hoping it would fly off but knowing it was screwed. It's little heart would slow to that of an elephant and then to that of a dandylion and then it would die. It's beak was so long, it's food having to travel farther then its blood. I look for it in the morning but it was gone. It would have been fun to have a funeral, start a miniature graveyard.