This is my Sunny. I lost her this week. We are sad. She was a delight. Unabashedly cheerful. She was always glad to see me. I got her from some people who no longer wanted her. I had acquired another cockateel from someone who could no longer care for the bird. I thought the best thing would be to find a companion for her. I have to say that "T-Bird" was slightly disappointed when I brought her Sunny. She wanted a boy bird. They never truly got along but tolerated each other. I built them an aviary they shared with two parakeets. It turns out Sunny loved the parakeets better than TBird. She and TBird would compete for my affection. They secretly liked each other just fine. We think Sunny had an accident and crashed into the wall. She was such an angel. We buried her under a baby box elder tree we planted today. I listened to "Free Bird" Lynyrd Skynyrd today in memory of her. I picture her being born (hatched) again as a free bird. Free to fly away in the sky.
I learned to paint when I was eight. I picked up guitar when I was twelve. I was young when I had children and did not start any sort of career. I was bitten by the theatre bug in my early thirties. I've painted so many sets that it is difficult to count them all. Sets are not a permanent thing. They are much like the actors that play on them, transient in their importance. As soon as the show is over, then it is taken apart and destroyed. I had to quit my job at The Arvada Center in Colorado, when my back could not take it anymore. For the last five years I have been home mostly writing and painting paintings. It is what I dreamed about doing to make a go of it as a fine artist. There are moments when I truly feel that I am running in place.