And On The Third Day...
Hamsty has been found...by me. Last night we heard a noise in a corner but couldn't find him. Today I pulled everything out of the last closet downstairs, and, there behind a crack in the drywall, two little eyes looked at me. His little head popped out for a second, then went back in. He was probably getting thirsty, but was not going hungry, since the boys had thrown all manner of snacks in there for him. (I found candy, popcorn and dessicated carrots.) I put his open cage in the closet and closed the door. I went back in an hour to check and he was up in his climbing tube, asleep. Happy ending. Gabe says, "He's a cute little fella."

Strum!
This post is for my brother, who told me his plan for Christmastime, when his plant is shut down, is to learn some more guitar. He plays notes. I play about seven chords. Unfortunately, since we are both so lacking in skills, I don’t think either of us qualifies for the Youth & Beauty Brigade. Calling all bed-wetters and ambulance chasers!