The baby seagull has been nowhere to be found for at least five days now, and I fear the worst. Of course, I had become attached to him, and looked forward to his learning to fly. There has been so much loss in my life that I am just "numbing out" rather than feeling any more pain- maybe not the best way to go....

I shall MISS my little friend, that I do know.

Tomorrow my husband and I take off on a camping trip for a week, and it's much needed. I'm going to bring a few of my favorite books and am planning on just cosying myself in the evenings.

Once again I am reduced to a question I used to ask all the time, and that is this > Life! Why does it have to be lived?

Not to worry, it's a rhetorical question, a silly one, and meant in the spirit of Woody Allen's film "Bananas", where the dictator of the world makes everone speak Swedish and wear their underwear on the outside of their clothing.