I am still waiting.

Dear bird,
You may have noticed changes in my birdfeeder. I have made these changes just for you! I am waiting with renewed hope.

My mother, who knows all about birdfeeders, had all kinds of ideas. Why didn’t I ask her before? But that is how daughters are, I guess.

Anyway, she said to take off the dangling strings—they will scare you away! (Not that I think you are the type to scare easily.) She said to put something bright and green around the feeder, to help you notice it, and then to scatter seeds around, which other astute readers have suggested. So as you see, I have implemented these suggestions.

Okay, enough birdfeeder weirdness. I’m sure my landlord loves the look of that rag I tied on there. Every time I go by I think it’s a parrot for a split second. I think that would be too much to hope for.

Other readers have made great suggestions, too, which I may implement soon. Aside from certain bawdy ones. You know who you are.

Thanks to my focus on the birdfeeder, I have neglected to report on the 2 books I have finished recently. M & I are taking a trip to Wisconsin for a long weekend and I hope to be able to get computer time for the following:

Midnight Awakening: 5 freaky things I want to talk about.
Happy Hour at Casa Dracula: Prize for most delightful narrator ever.

I just started Lord of Scoundrels, and I find myself smiling like an idiot every other page.