Diane's new chicken is missing and presume dead. I am sad that three days after she gets her tame chicken, it goes away and is presumed eaten. She named her Moa, after the Easter Island statues. She seems so tame. The only reason I gave her away is because she is also dark black and brown, like Goldie. I didn't know she was pretty tame. Only after she arrives, Diane realized that she will let her pick it up, and that is tame. She asked if I wanted the chicken back, and KR said no. I guess if he had said yes, I would have gone and gave her Psycho Chicken, as it is still pretty Psycho, and got Moa back.
I had to work today seeing Claudia Vargas and deliver Mike's crown, which fit like a glove. He is leaving for China tomorrow. Claudia is so sad that she and Steve are splitting up. And she told me that he has been on methadone since 2004. That is way too long to be on drugs. Bob is in the rehab, at Sunnyside, a pretty nice place on Vermont. I need to go see the cleaning lady tomorrow. We have a new caregiver, Joyce who left poop on the floor and did not clean dad's nut (he has only one) well enough. Sigh. Can't get good help.
I tried getting stuff to the Salvation Army today. AND forgot half of it in the back seat. So I gotta go back tomorrow.
Bryan M came over for dinner tonight. He has some large sores in his mouth from chemo and radiation. Oh, my. Very painful.
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