Today's first Konos lesson went well; we talked a little about birds after praying for the day and looked at bird books where screams of "AWWWWWW!" and "CUUUUUUUTE!" took over for a while, on account of darling poufies that had posed fer the camera. We labeled the parts of a parrot (I named mine Tahn Samis, a mix of two characters outta a book I'm reading now called Tahn [the villain's Samis]). And now fer the fun part: we got a raw chicken to play around with!!!!!  (It's actually supper tonight.) We named it Maxwell or something. G.B., who's kinestetic (however ya spell it!) got a kick outta stickin' her hand inside and flopping the limp wings around, making gurgling noises. I posed him like he was relaxing in the hot tub. But Katsy would have none of it! She kept going "Ugh!" and shuddering at our antics, and screaming when we thrust our hands too close to her! (Are not we evil, G.B. and I?) I must congratulate her, tho', for she did touch the chicken heart. 

Some nights I'll carefully scan the country radio stations, and I've actually found some decent songs, and some that were sang by Christians. Most of the songs played on those stations are lovey-dovey and like ta made me barf, but some are OK. I'll run thro' all the stations, recording goods songs (or usually snips, as my reflexes aren't super-quick!) onto a cassette to listen to later. A lotta the time, I'll record a song or a certain part of the song not because I liked the whole message or the whole song, but because I saw something good in it that I could glean. Or sometimes It's just purty! (Don't wprry, Mom, I'll be careful about what songs I record and/or listen to.)

My new favorite song (for the time being) was recorded and it's just the chorus sung several times, which is maddening since it would be nice to hear the whole thang! I dunno who it's by; it goes like this (the chorus, I mean): "So long, put your blue jeans back on, girl. Go home; remember, Hollywood's not America!" Isn't that sad? But I love the way he sings it.

Thanks, Ness, for signing my guest book. Mom and Dad, y'all can, too. It's down at the bottom.

~PIP~