I don’t mind her calling me a nerd. Why shouldn’t I be one? My last mommy was a science teacher, and she’s a sci-fi writer. It seems to be my destiny. I think she’s fascinated because I seem interested in the same things she’s interested in. Grandmommy (her mommy) asked her last week if I understood her writing. Mommy said I helped her write. And I was proud.
She said her last two girl birds, Delilah and Chloe, seemed more concerned with being sweet and pretty. Chloe certainly was a sweetheart and a beauty queen. I didn’t know Delilah because she passed away in 1996 (loooooong before my time!) but I saw pictures and she was a pretty parakeet, too. She says I’m a pretty girl, too, but she also tells me I’m a “smart cookie” and a “girl after her own heart.” Of course she loves Delilah and Chloe, and always will. She said their sweetness balanced her own feistiness. But me – I’m a spunky one, just like her. We’re a great personality match.
Now, on to building my own nuclear reactor, now that I know what to do and what not to do. Some folks only let their parrots watch kids TV. My mommy socks us the smart stuff. Agewise, I'm almost ready to start kindergarten (I'll be 5 on Sunday). Intellectually, I'm ready for my doctoral hooding.
And yes, Chernobyl is an amazing miniseries, and well worth the hype. You can read more about it here.
That’s all today. Take care, and have an outstanding week.