dream

A sparrow flew in my bedroom window, here in the dorm. It was nervous and tried to avoid my catching it, but I did w/o too much effort. I gently held it in my hands as it tried to escape, actually showed it to someone (maybe Mom?) as I was taking it outside. There I released it, but it came back to me. I realized it wasn't in the right place, so I took it to the other side of the building where there was actual grass and bushes and stuff. I let it go into the grass and it burrowed itself under some leaves in a hole, hiding. Only its head stuck out. As Dad started talking to a friend of his, I started scratching the bird's head. It was a speckled brown color, except it had a shimmery blue-purple over part of its back, like mallards show on their wings when flying, and it was more like starling sized. I left it with the man scratching it and went back inside. I was at my kitchen sink when I saw something flying at the window - it smacked right into it, and I realized it was the bird. It was my familiar, and it wanted to get in and be with me. I quickly opened the window before it made its second attempt, and it got in successfully. I told it, it had to be sure to *tell* me when it was flying at a window so I could open it first.

weather

OMG, Wunderground says the high today is 86 F, even though they also say it's already 88 F out. But the special weather statement says it's supposed to reach 90, maybe even mid-90's. And somehow here in my apartment it's a nice temperate mid-70's. No clue how - it started this way when I arrived yesterday, and I kept the windows closed over night. I probably should've kept the West windows open until I got up, but for now I'm keeping them closed. Thinking some more, I'm on the ground floor with two floors above, don't have a South exposure, and the East windows are facing a steep hill, so all that probably helps.

regrets

I wish Peeper had made it here, to the college I abandoned her for four years for. It's really beautiful outside, so deserted in the summer that I could walk through the whole town with her on my shoulder and never worry about something scaring her and she gets hit by a car. The air just smells fresh. She would have loved sitting in the sun with me. I didn't even bring her ashes. This would've been a good place to scatter them. Maybe I'll come back next year with her.

Maybe I'll take Gabe out later, maybe not, probably not. His wings are clipped enough that he can't escape. (Peeper wouldn't've wanted to, she would have shared the day with me and missed me if I left.) He doesn't grip my shoulder hard enough, so he keeps falling off me. At least he's starting to walk towards me after he falls, he's starting to trust me, associate himself with me. He seems fine here - I've got his cage behind my computer right now so he can see me the whole time. Less sunlight here than the living room, but it seems so sterile in comparison. It's hot out, outside might not be enjoyable anyway.