Captain’s Log 5,843
Mom Bird has finally left the nesting area. I must say I am glad about that. It was so awful to listen to her crying for her babies. It was heart-wrenching. I am buying some nesting boxes in case she wants to try it again. The nest needs to be out of harm’s way. Nesting in a fern is not a good idea.
An old friend is dying. I just got the word over the weekend. I am on her advanced healthcare directive as the one who will pull the plug if needed. When she picked me (years ago), she said I was the only one she knew with enough guts to go through with it. I hope I don’t have to go through with it. I am meeting with some spiritual people and her family tomorrow. I think the time is close. We shall see. This is the weirdest feeling in the world. I want to bury my head in the sand and pretend it isn’t happening.
It’s Freak Tuesday at the museum too. Nothing like 1,500 unwashed Mongol hordes to take your mind off your troubles for awhile. But now I get to be alone with my thoughts and wonder if I am ready for this.