Barks, Birthdays and Birds

Mad Arf was a huge success. Attendance was great and we raised a lot of money for Stray Rescue. Blair was on the cover of the Saturday LifeStyle section of the Post Dispatch with a nice article inside about the event. It seemed to be a very positive experience for everyone involved. 


Saturday was my birthday and as usual, it was a cold blustery day. I took lots of naps and read Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point while Lindsey worked on setting up my new computer. We went to dinner at The Chocolate Bar with Tim, Heather, Ron, and Tracy. Dinner, not just dessert, was excellent. I had a marvelous time and really do have the greatest friends. Tim crafted a stamp dispenser/postage meter out of Altoids tins that was engineering genius. I love it. And from Tracy, I got an autographed photo of Bernie Koppell of Loveboat fame. 


Finally, I have two quick bird stories. On the night of my birthday, I dreamt I was in a huge white room (white floors/white walls) and all these white birds were flying over the top of the wall to enter the other part of the building. The fluttering of their wings was very loud. I was barefoot in a white gown and picking through an extremely large pile of nice, brown, masculine, vintage dress shoes on the other side of the wall and kept stopping my shoe search to peek around to see the birds. Not so fascinating. But today, when I returned home from work, I noticed a plethora of white downy feathers littering my porch. Then I saw a tan pigeon hiding under the pink chair in the corner of my porch. He had fire engine red feet and an I.D. bracelet with numbers. It looked like a well kept bird but was acting kind of punchy. I threw a boot on the porch to scare it away at it just fluttered up a bit. So I got another boot and tried again. Off he flew. I don't know why I was so creeped out and scared. Ultimately, I think birds and shoes mean good things (forward moving). But if I have one more bird/shoe incident this week...well we'll just have to see. It seems like there is a painting or a poem in there somewhere.